Reborn Demon Girl Will Not Meet the Uncle Hero

Chapter 177 Announcing Identity
The arrival of the wise king brought the atmosphere of the banquet to its most crucial moment.

However, before the wise king could say anything, someone else walked in.

Compared to humans, they are all short, but despite their small size, they still exude a sense of "power," and they entered this place wearing sturdy armor.

"Dwarf King!"

Of the three great beings who once formed an alliance, two have now arrived. As for the last one, he will not appear—after all, the Elf Queen is already dead.

Even if they wanted to come, they probably couldn't, but that doesn't mean that no one representing the Elven race has arrived today.

Even if a dozen or so high-level elemental masters have left, it doesn't mean the elven race lacks other high-level elemental masters. The elven race now needs to invite people to this banquet—in this dangerous situation, if the elven race wants to be at the table instead of being eaten, they must continue to demonstrate their influence.

Even if it's just bluffing, we can't afford to lose points at this moment.

A tall elf walked in after the dwarf king.

"Nature Ranger!"

Someone recognized the elf as someone who had been active in the world about three hundred years ago, a high-ranking elementalist. This elf had roamed the world as a ranger for a time before returning to the elven kingdom and disappearing without a trace—a practice common among many elves.

This is like an inevitable journey in life for elves, but to do so, one must first gain the recognition of other elves for their own strength. After returning, elves usually enter the upper echelons of power, but obviously, this nature ranger is an exception.

Otherwise, she and the other great elemental mentors would be banished by the Elf Queen to the outer space to search for the goddess's whereabouts.

The appearance of such a figure highlights the profound heritage of the Elven race and their long lifespan. This makes one think that you shouldn't only care about the powerful Elven figures who have appeared in the last hundred years, but also about the powerful Elven figures from at least the last six hundred years.

The banishment of more than a dozen high-level elemental mentors was not fatal for the elves; what was truly fatal was the death of the Elven Queen and the matter of the Elven Mother Tree… however, such an impact would not be apparent in a short time.

The Nature Ranger's purpose in attending this banquet was clear: to show the world that even in times of trouble, the Elven race still possessed sufficient fighting power, and that no one should think they could easily divide and devour the Elven race. Moreover, she needed to find out the attitudes of the Hero and the Demon King at this banquet.

After all, the current situation of the Elven race is related to the hero. If the hero's killing intent continues, then the Elven race will have to consider other methods. For any race, survival is the most crucial issue; everything else can be put aside.

By this time, all the important guests had arrived.

But Rastina was confused. She didn't know what to do at this moment. Moh hadn't given her any instructions. How was she supposed to face "A. Godora"?
She was supposed to convey the Demon King's will, and logically, Doro should have appeared at this time to express his will as well. But what was Mr. Doro doing? Was that A. Godora Mr. Doro?

"Your Majesty, this is truly befitting your palace; your grandeur is truly impressive!"

The Dwarf King seemed oblivious to the eerie atmosphere. He greeted the Wise King, saying, "The last time we met like this was over a decade ago. It was the night after the successful defeat of the Demon King, when all the races gathered together to celebrate a bright future!"

“I’ve wanted to invite you all to this banquet for a long time, but everyone is always busy with other things. Either you have something to do, or I have something to do. As a result, time has slipped away quietly, and now we can’t even get together!” The wise king looked regretful and sighed.

Such a banquet is simply impossible to hold.

Simply put, it's like the Elf Queen, with the blessing of the Elf Mother Tree, was even confident enough to fight Doro. Although she was ultimately killed by Doro, at least in the Elf Queen's own perception, she didn't run away, which shows that she believed she could fight—the territory she managed provided a huge boost to her combat power.

Whether it's the Dwarf King or the Wise King, it's probably the same. Leaving their capital and their throne is a very dangerous thing. Although their own strength is also very powerful, in no way inferior to those with holy names, they can remain "invincible" within their own territory.

Of course, this "invincibility" has been proven by Doro with his fists to be nothing but an illusion... This is also the reason why the Dwarf King would leave his territory to attend such a banquet.

After all, if someone really wants to mess with you, what difference does it make if you're on your own territory?

Disrespecting the Demon King and the Hero is a terrible thing.

However, no one would say such a thing out loud, claiming that they were afraid of getting into trouble and therefore wouldn't go to other people's territory—basically, they were too busy.

Then, the Dwarf King looked at the "Nature Ranger".

“Miss Elvie, it’s an honor to meet you. To be honest, I’m a fan of yours.” Barham greeted the nature traveler warmly. “Your book, ‘Travels Around the World: Miscellaneous Talks,’ had a tremendous impact on me at that age, filling me with interest in the world. It was an enlightening work. I’ve always wanted to meet you.”

Elf looked at Bahadun in surprise. Her arrival should have been known to no one beforehand, and since the dwarf king Bahadun said so, it was most likely that he had indeed read the book she wrote.

A smile appeared on his face: "That's just something I wrote about my travels when I was young. It's not of great value. You flatter me." "But it's true to life, and it sketched out what the world looked like for my younger self." King Bahadun revealed a shrewdness that dwarves shouldn't have. "Since you've come representing the elves—I look forward to seeing how the elves develop under your rule."

Elf could only smile. She wasn't good at these kinds of situations and didn't know how to answer Barhamton's question, so she could only say as little as possible to avoid making a mistake.

Bahamton finally turned his gaze back to Rastina: "Miss Rastina, what exactly do you want to say by holding this banquet on behalf of the Demon King? What is the attitude of the resurrected Demon King towards the world?"

Rastina suddenly tensed up—this was clearly a banquet hosted by Moher for Doro, and Moher himself had no opinion on it.

What should I do in this situation? Should I still answer truthfully?

Is this not the Demon King's banquet, but the Hero's banquet?

Rastina gripped the dazzling scepter tightly and, under the watchful eyes of the crowd, walked step by step to the center of the hall: "I will not speak of the Demon King's will—"

Her gaze fell upon "A. Godora," and her gleaming scepter suddenly pointed at him: "What I want to ask is, what is your situation? Who are you?"

A. Godora opened his eyes.

"Lastina, in the blink of an eye you have grown into such a graceful young woman. In my memory, you were only this tall."

The man gestured near his thigh with his hand: "Do you remember when I gave you candy?"

His smile was gentle and warm, and even Rastina's stern questioning seemed to have no effect on him; he responded with a smile.

"you!"

Lastina was surprised that the other party would bring up this matter.

"answer my question!"

She pressed on, steeling herself, realizing she had to make her stance clear. This might not be a test from Moh or Doro; in fact, it might be unexpected. But she had to show her opinion; she couldn't just remain a decorative figure, a symbol of Moh's will…

She keenly realized that, without her noticing, she had already walked on the edge of a cliff.

“I don’t quite understand your question, Rastina, but I know your confusion. You’re asking, why am I here? Who am I?”

The man smiled and said, “I am A. Godora. I know you probably don’t accept this identity, after all, there is an A. Godora in this world. But I am indeed me—at least, in my memory, I am me. I am as I always have been. I have never changed.”

He looked around, his gaze sweeping over the bewildered crowd: "Back then, all the races united and fought for a common goal. Now, however, everyone has come to this banquet of the Demon King's organization with their own purposes. To me, this is simply unbelievable. It's like waking up one morning to find that the world is completely different from what I knew and was familiar with."

His gaze swept over Shady, Adeline, and In Nefertari: "I've heard about what's happened over the years. I was betrayed, I made a choice, I killed the Elf Queen—these things really happened. Even if I don't want to believe it, even if I don't want to admit it, I know clearly that this is the reality I have to face."

"But I will not back down."

He declared: "I was created, I already exist, I remember what I have experienced, I know the people I know. Therefore—"

“I am A. Godora, your hero.”

He drew the Hero's Sword and aimed it at a corner of the hall.

"Demon King, I have sensed your presence and know of your existence. What are you still hiding from?"

The space suddenly cracked open.

Moher stepped out from among them.

"What you're saying... I've clearly just arrived and haven't even found the right moment to make my appearance yet—"

She stared at A. Godora for a while, then turned her gaze to the women: "This is your work? You have to admit, it's quite interesting."

(End of this chapter)