After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

Of course, it's not just about being a policeman; werewolves are also well-suited for military professions like scouts... So in a sense, it's not that the demons can't find work, but rather that the United Nations has been facing such a huge crisis lately that no one has been able to plan jobs for them in the chaos.

Now, the little nun has time to let her advisors think things through—look, now that the werewolves are taken care of, wouldn't it be even easier to deal with the other demons?

The only one who was a bit difficult to arrange was the bear-people. But the bear-people... well, they're big and strong, so Yang Hao found them a good place to go.

That's the artillery loader. Literally.

"The mounted artillery we are testing now has a caliber of only 120 mm. The weight of the shells and such is just barely bearable for humans, and allows elves to load them relatively easily... that's all."

However, in my plan, we may need a cannon with a caliber of more than 220 mm to make up for our lack of long-range firepower... At that time, shells weighing more than 100 kilograms will not be something that can be solved quickly by manpower alone.

But the bear-men...they are incredibly strong.

Yang Hao's explanation made Naruja nod repeatedly in affirmation.

After all, Naruja, as a demon who used to live in the Demon Forest, knew better than anyone how strong the bear-men were—they were demons who could lift a ton of rock with ease... Letting them load bombs weighing over a hundred kilograms? That would be a piece of cake.

Furthermore, in places where equipment cannot be transported using conventional means, the bear-like creatures have other options besides military service... They are also adept at climbing trees and know how to raise bees to produce finer honey, making beekeeping a viable career choice in a way...

After going back and forth for a while, by 2 a.m., they had almost finished dealing with the problem of settling the demons that they hadn't been able to handle before.

But in the end, there's still one thing that needs to be addressed...

That is the issue of the demons' faith.

During the previous war between the elves and the parishes, many demons joined the embrace of light led by Theresa.

Now, this religion has also undergone some changes that leave Teresa both amused and exasperated...

"They seem to mistakenly believe that I am the present-day incarnation of [Light]... so... they carved my statue and then worshipped it as the embodiment of [Light]..." Theresa's lips twitched, and she leaned wearily against Yang Hao. "Although I personally don't mind... but being sculpted into a stone statue and worshipped while I'm still alive... that feeling... is disgusting..."

"This is quite common among us elves, isn't it? After all, we respect our elders." The elf seemed a little gloating. Her giggles made Naruja, who was already fast asleep on the table, shake her head, then she fell back asleep. "But then again, where does the problem lie?"

"...Didn't I tell you? When God descends to earth, He will manifest different aspects depending on the believers' faith in Him..."

In other words..."

Theresa's lips twitched as she pointed to herself, then to the man's chin behind her:

"...At that time, if—I mean if—if the Light is resurrected through my efforts, and appears in the sanctuary church where I was previously staying..."

He might mess it up.

"They'll fucking use my image to appear?"

Upon hearing this, both Yang Hao and Fen fell silent.

They did not believe that "Light," as a god, would be so bored as to deceive the family of his only believer at the time for pleasure.

But they couldn't help but try to imagine it.

One is Theresa in her normal appearance.

One is the "light" that transformed into the likeness of Teresa because of faith.

One is always foul-mouthed and arrogant, while the other embodies the spirit of "light"—a gentle and broad-minded older sister.

......

Yang Hao patted Theresa's hair and comforted her seriously:

"I wouldn't mistake you for someone else, so don't worry..."

Fen nodded, quite sincerely:

"If one day someone who looks exactly like you stops making fun of my body shape, then I probably won't mistake which one is the real you..."

"So why assume He'll descend to earth?! Impossible... Ugh... Oh well, we'll find out when the time comes... Alright, let's go take a shower and get ready for bed. We can sleep in a little later tomorrow, but we still have to work..."

“After all, this is what it’s like to be a leader. Every day is a workday—I’ll take Naruja to the guest room first.”

"Go on, Fen, let's go back to the bedroom to take a shower first..."

While Theresa and Finn went back to take a bath.

Yang Hao took Naruja to the guest room to rest. It was the first time he had ever carried the antler-wearing girl on his back.

Beatrice was slightly heavier, with a muscular feel to her—but what Yang Hao felt more directly was...

The deer's antlers were slightly drooping.

That's it.

"Ugh..."

The clan chief murmured, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth as he slept soundly, still completely unaware of what had happened.

"Ugh..."

It's hard to imagine that a girl as absent-minded as Naruja could reach such a position.

Yang Hao sighed. He patted the back of the Ling Clan Chief's hand, then left the corridor and, led by the maids, headed towards the guest rooms.

............

Meanwhile, in the capital of the Roman Empire.

The chaos in the capital was escalating, and there were even faint signs that it was becoming fertile ground for the spread of certain filthy and depraved religions.

The demon servant was very satisfied with the scene before him—the more chaotic the Romans were, the smoother his [Demon Realm] plan could proceed.

"However, no matter how much magical residue there is in the eastern mines, I still can't assimilate the entire Roman Empire... So, the only option is to find another way, to drag the Roman Empire into the [Demon Realm] instead of directly assimilating it into a [Demon]?"

【Demon Realm】is part of the demon's original world 【Purgatory】—or rather, a fragment of Purgatory.

Through special means and abundant magic, demons can briefly drag a region into fragments of purgatory. At that point, a part of this world will overlap with purgatory, and the area where purgatory and the real world overlap is called the "Demon Realm."

The Demon Realm is one of the most suitable places for demons to live. The native creatures living in the Demon Realm will gradually assimilate into the demons under its influence.

Regardless of whether life possesses intelligence, as long as one stays in the Demon Realm for two or three years, upon emerging, they will almost certainly be assimilated into a demon or a demon-like race. Although the Romans are of lower quality, being assimilated into the vanguard of the next demonic calamity in the Demon Realm shouldn't be a problem, right?

The demon servant was very satisfied with his plan... but because of this, he knew very well that he could not drag the entire Roman Empire into the [Demon Realm] for assimilation.

Leaving aside the necrophilic God of Light in the north, the west and south have already fallen into enemy hands. Given the gradually weakening bodies of the demon servants after their intelligence has evolved, he probably won't be able to carry out the setup of the demon realm there.

The military region where General Dreschka is located is worth considering... The mining areas in the east must be incorporated into the territory of the Demon Realm—thinking about it this way, in reality, all I can control will be the central and eastern regions, right?

"...It's barely enough, I suppose." The demon servant muttered, then looked up towards the northwest of the capital, where a floating continent drifted silently in the distance...

"It seems their own kind has been dealt with. I wonder who was so ruthless... It couldn't have been the regent, could it?"

He was somewhat sentimental and confused, but in the end, it was his face that showed it.

"Alas... but thankfully the Ice Calamity is still alive—as long as the Ice Calamity exists, it's only a matter of time before we demons have a new home."

It remains as steadfast as ever.

That is, when the demon servants left the palace rooftop balcony.

In the United Kingdom, the black dragon Nia finally flew back to Constantinople... She was furious and had already figured out how to make Emperor Yang Hao "fuck" him even more while he was away on business in Ysgard for two years, all while she was getting close to Margarita.

Chapter 1: The Long-Awaited Stability and Jealousy

In the early morning of October 4th.

Because there was no need to attend to official business too early today, Yang Hao's family had a rare opportunity to snuggle together in bed, enjoying the warmth of the blankets and giving up work to savor the peace and comfort of family time.

Inside the blankets, two bodies of different sizes convey warmth and softness or resilience.

Outside the covers, a man lay stiffly on a pillow, unable to move his neck, staring blankly at the ceiling.

He genuinely couldn't move his neck. Whether it was Theresa on his right arm around his neck or Finn on his left rubbing her head against his neck... to avoid disturbing them, the only thing Yang Hao could do was remain silent.

He could only lie there in the embrace of women, gradually waking up as time passed, while also considering whether it would be better for him to tell women not to put their hands on his neck when they slept.

"It really is... a rare moment of peace..."

The weary regent muttered to himself. He shrank back slightly and closed his eyes again.

Having grown accustomed to the demanding work, he found it strange to have time to enjoy himself. He slept soundly, but would wake up frequently during work hours.

This seemed to be a reminder to him—you still have a lot of work to do! You can't rest yet... But the girls' hands were tightly controlling him, not even giving him a chance to get up and sneak around.

He had no choice but to rest.

...After Yang Hao fell asleep once again.

The two girls, who had been pretending to be asleep, opened their eyes at the same time.

'I knew it, this man only thinks about work, doesn't he?' Theresa muttered softly, gently stroking Yang Hao's hair with a tender touch. She winked at Finn: 'We don't have to work before 10 a.m. today... so let's not let him wake up before 10 a.m.'

"While I think we could just cast a spell to restore his stamina and spirit... you're right, he should rest if he can."

'Alright, alright, stop talking, he's going to wake up if you keep going... Go to sleep, go to sleep.'

Theresa muttered to herself, straightened her pajamas a little, and then closed her eyes to fall asleep with Yang Hao.

After glancing at Theresa, who was gradually falling asleep, Finn simply closed her eyes silently.

For an elf with a long lifespan, she didn't really understand why Theresa was so concerned about Yang Hao's health.

In her eyes, if Yang Hao's health had really deteriorated to a certain extent, then treating him with elven magic would be sufficient.

If all else fails, his clothes and ornaments, which are full of elven energy, can gradually transform his body into one as strong and resilient as an elf... Under such circumstances, human notions of fatigue and stress should no longer apply to Yang Hao, right?

Is Teresa worrying too much about Yang Hao?

The little elf pondered—but as she thought, she suddenly realized something.

Given that humans have a lifespan of at most a hundred years... the health of their partner is indeed a major issue that they must carefully consider.

In other words, if Yang Hao hadn't received the elves' blessing and still had to prioritize human lifespan and health—then given his current workload, whether he could even live to 40 is a question.

No wonder Theresa sees me as a great insurance policy for limiting his working hours... but then...

(...In that case, the original plan to wait until Theresa died of old age before taking action against him should be put on hold.)

Teresa is Yang Hao's heart, the person he loves most, and the core of his efforts to get to where he is today.

To prevent Yang Hao from losing his fighting spirit due to Theresa's aging, and to prevent him from completely giving up on himself in the future... the elves really need to give Theresa some blessings.

At the very least, she needs to live a long life. Considering the Elven Regent's term is at least 800 years... hmm... we need to find some time to discuss this.

In this way, once their lifespan is extended by more than eight times, whether or not they have an heir becomes irrelevant... right?

"...Sigh, let's talk about it after I get up."