After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King

"Your Holiness the Pope, this is a letter from Lord Yila Elkaras."

Upon the arrival of the messenger, Mille Milyan, who was resting in his chamber, gently opened his eyes... His gentle brows and eyes looked towards the respectful messenger, who had pushed the letter through the one-way glass door.

Yes, this was a product of human ingenuity—through the glass, one had to look from one side to see anything clearly; looking from the outside in, one could only see a blurred frostiness.

"I understand, thank you for your effort."

Milyan spoke through the door. The delicate youth extended his slender fingers, cut the wax seal with a knife, and opened the envelope... He unfolded the parchment, viewing the aristocratic handwriting upon it.

Yila's handwriting was truly beautiful... It had a classical imperial royal feel to it.

"..."

Although the theocratic country was not heavily impacted by the extreme cold from the calamity, there was a clear sense... Today's weather was slightly better, at least not as cold as before.

Even so, wearing the same four or five thickened garments would make one feel overheated.

After all, temporally speaking, if not for the calamity, it should have been summer by now... The temperature, perhaps, would slowly return to summer levels.

After extreme cold... it would immediately transition back to the normal scorching summer.

Leaving aside whether plants and animals could bear it, or whether the world itself could endure it... At least the commoners would find it hard to endure; innocent mortals had far less autonomy than those with professions.

*Milyan always felt that he was too sentimental and knew his nature was always too soft, but... he couldn't help but worry, nor could he restrain his concern for the common folk.*

*If the commoners could truly choose a nation to be born in on the Main Plane before reincarnation... aside from places like the Silver Moon Tree Court, where one was born into immediate prominence, the theocratic country might be the best choice.*

Because Mille Milyan was a Holy Mother... a male Holy Mother.

Not the type who "does unto others what they would not do unto themselves," nor a hypocrite who sought to satisfy his own vanity, but a genuine, original good person.

"Sigh..."

*Worrying for the future of sentient beings, for the future of the world, yet sighing at his own impotence, Milyan shook his head and looked at the letter in his hand.*

[I am Yila Elkaras. I now... extend an invitation to the entire world!]

"..."

Milyan's pupils contracted suddenly... *Based on his understanding of Yila's character, he seldom spoke or wrote with such an "indisputable" attitude. Yila must have had a compelling reason for this.*

*Perhaps it was only an intuition, but Milyan felt... it was related to the calamity.*

Interestingly, before Yila began writing letters everywhere, no nation had ever managed its intelligence as seamlessly as now.

Previously, if one wanted to inform the entire world of something, the only way was through communication with the Three Towers. Then, the message had to be verified by the Three Towers to ensure no ambiguity and to confirm its accuracy before it spread globally.

But now, Yila had replaced the "bridge" role and performed even better.

Realizing this, Mille continued reading...

[The rampaging quadrupedal Magic Beasts, the abnormal cold, and other future catastrophes that would inevitably occur and become the calamity... these have been sealed since the age of the gods and have yet to be resolved, capable of causing the Destruction of the World.]

[It is a fact—The gods are dead.]

"..."

Reading this, Mille stood up abruptly. He recalled all the knowledge and information of the theocratic country and looked at the stained glass murals around him... He saw the first rays of dawn—What was Yila planning to do?

About this question, undoubtedly anyone who read the letter would be puzzled.

But soon, Yila provided an answer in the letter—

[Information I am privy to will be accompanied by additional letters later, and now I must say—I summon all kings, emperors, and empresses next Sunday! To participate in the High Kings' Assembly!]

[Regardless of whether you are from an empire, theocratic country, duchy... or any other major country, or even those struggling to fend off the calamity, or already destroyed by it, even if you are from a small nation or alone, do not doubt your eligibility to attend the assembly.]

[Don't worry about anything, come to the Pure White Tower at noon!]

[The way to the Pure White Tower is no secret; the will to not let your country be crushed by calamity is the pass for all rulers to come here... Each king may bring a deputy officer to attend.]

[It's also okay if you don't want to come, and I will investigate the reasons for anyone's unwillingness after.]

"..."

"Pfft~"

Mille chuckled lightly, softly commenting, talking to himself, "Saying it like this, who would dare not to come... Lord Yila, after all, has defeated extra-dimensional beings~"

*Feeling a tinge of amusement at Yila's slyness, Mille continued reading...*

[We live together on the Main Plane. Our homeland will not be overrun by the named calamity. To that end, we need to gather all information and strength and provide suggestions and assistance to all nations struggling against the calamity.]

[Having endured two catastrophes, everyone who reads this letter... might feel their powerlessness, lamenting the fate of the world, and anguish over the life and death of their nation, right? Afraid? Greatly ashamed!?]

Mille paused, because... *Yila had written it so well.*

*Afraid, yes, very afraid... Ashamed, indeed, because of his fear, he felt very ashamed.*

[No need to fear, no need to be ashamed! Feeling fear is proof that we are alive; feeling shame is the reason we must gather... I dare to promise that the calamity and suffering will eventually be cut off.]

[Our strength might be small, but if we gather each small bit, piece by piece, then the strength will be immense because I am Yila.]

[Oh kings who lost their kingdoms to the calamity! Oh kings whose subjects perished due to the calamity! Even... the keen ones who already sensed that the world faces a grim future!]

[Kings! The hope of the Main Plane lies here!!]

"..."

Mille remained silent, gazing at the sky's twilight. Suddenly, he got up and pushed open the lounge door, decisively commanding, "Bishop Tijer, this Sunday, come with me to the Pure White Tower."

For the suddenly planned trip by Mille, a middle-aged red-robed bishop asked in confusion, "Your Holiness, what is the purpose of going to the Pure White Tower?"

Looking at Bishop Tijer who asked this, Mille opened his mouth, unsure how to explain quickly. After a few seconds, he thought of a suitable and concise word—

"To seek refuge with Yila."

Tijer: "???",

Other priests: "...",

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"Princess Isabella, on Sunday, come with us to the Pure White Tower. Yila has summoned the rulers of the world."

Marilla Elkaras said this, pushing the letter in front of Isabella... Yes, before Isabella saw the letter, many people had already read it.

"Alright!"

Too decisive! Did you read the letter?!

*Feeling speechless, Marilla thought to herself, lightly sighing... and looked up at the morning glow in the sky.*

*Calamity... is it?*

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"Novak, what do you think?"

Orphelus waved the letter in her hand, asking Novak... and Novak, who had recently been on the same front as Orphelus, quickly gave his opinion, "It seems like he's announcing, 'I am going to rule the world, you'd better be sensible!'"

"Then..."

"Accept his rule... just kidding."

Novak pondered Yila's intentions. He made a casual yet surprisingly acceptable joke while lightly tapping his fingers on the table, saying, "But we can't not go."

*Otherwise, the consequences might not be good.*

"You are right."

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"Cough, cough, cough... ah, an invitation from Yila?"

Although he was the chief of the Furry Tribe, Mao You didn't think his frail self could leave the Beastman Country alive. He looked at his daughter, who had stars in her eyes, and said, "Cat Youyou, you go for me... and take Er Bababa."

"Okay!"

"..."

*Calamity? Yila... truly impressive...*

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"Oh oh oh oh!! Emperor! We can't bear to let you go!!!",

"Ah! Emperor, take me with you!",

"Croak! Looks like we can drink with Yila again!"

"...",

Dwarf King Andriwa: No, I better go alone.

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"An invitation from Yila? A meeting... hahaha... *sob sob sob~*"

But, my kingdom was already...

*Many kings, whose kingdoms had perished due to the calamity, were forced to confront their destruction. They looked at the letter in their hand... they read Yila's letter carefully.*

"..."

"..."

*At this moment, everyone's thoughts were remarkably similar—*

*If there truly were a "World King" or a "Crownless King"... then perhaps no one but him would be qualified.*

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"Oh! Yila wants to meet me... hmm, what is this 'Calamity'? The Pure White Tower... um, I totally understand... although I don't know where it is, if Grandma takes me there, it should be fine, right?"

—Cassiopeia.

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"Um, Deputy Officer? So is Hilena going with me?"

Satan Ye blinked, asking Yila, who was handing her a honeyed pastry. She squinted her eyes and swallowed the pastry Yila fed her, happily chewing... As the weather warmed, the bees and Magic Beasts gratefully brought gifts.

Provisions were plentiful now.

"No need, your Deputy Officer is me."

Yila chuckled as he said this.