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

The long-haired girl propped her chin with her hand, leaning casually on the stone table... She quietly watched the stone slab displayed on the table, which contained songs written by the Pasture God's followers.

Sometimes, the girl always envied other deities; their followers were always so powerful and often offered something for everyone... though not precious, sometimes even commonplace.

But whenever someone received a gift, the gods always excitedly discussed together... whether they were elves, humans, dwarfs, or giants, the children grew faster than everyone had expected.

Every time the children grew a bit, became a bit stronger, everyone always felt immense joy.

Although everyone thought she had completely fallen under the influence of the Calamity, whenever someone received a gift, they would still cautiously come to share their joy with her... there was always someone who came back to persuade her to wake up soon.

But if possible, the girl also wanted her own followers... if possible, she also wanted to receive gifts for herself, even if they were just flowers and berries found everywhere.

"So, even if it's just my little selfish wish..."

The girl murmured to herself, showing a rare sly smile, and said, "I added completely meaningless steps to the prophecy... *yawn~*"

Yawning, the girl gently lay down on the table...

And then...

"Dark Fisher... it is time already!"

"Are you there? Are you home? The God of Chaos has already attacked!"

"We have also entrusted Pirila to deliver the tablets to the Main Plane."

"..."

Those guys... they came looking for me?

The girl thought, squinting her eyes, recalling that snake who was above the [Gods]; she had never felt so emotional... If only she wasn't a god.

But if she wasn't a god, she wouldn't be able to do what she had done...

"Ah, how long has it been?"

The girl murmured, complaining as she gently traced divine words on the wall with her fingers. She said, "From the time I started trying to solve the Calamity until now..."

Honestly, if the girl had taken a bit of her spare time to develop even one follower, she wouldn't be in a situation where she couldn't receive even the smallest gift.

But if asked whether she regretted it, she naturally did not...

"Four-legged Riot, Zero-Degree Deep Cold, Sea Erosion Left Skull, and the Fallen God within me... Just by myself, I solved four Calamities; those idiots really couldn't do it..."

While the girl was shouting, the urging of the gods outside sounded again, and she responded loudly, helplessly, "Coming! Coming!"

In this way, the girl, after tracing the last strokes on the wall, gave a simple command to the loyal Demon Statue recording everything, "After I leave, hide in the room next door and leave the images for the future."

Speaking, she looked towards the unattainable distance, her eyes sparkling as if making eye contact with people of the distant future. She looked at the Demon Statue, which was the main body of the recording, seemingly talking to it, with her hand on her chest—

"I am the Evil God Dark Fisher, children from the distant future, at this moment... I speak with you, with all the children."

The girl said this while gently blinking. She took a deep breath; despite just looking like a young and beautiful girl, her eyes were filled with determination and a great will.

"After my death, the Calamity of the [Fallen God] will vanish along with my life; this is part of my original plan, unchanged by [Chaos]... In other words, there is no need to mourn for me."

The girl said this breezily, speaking of her [plan] destined from the start. She continued, "I created creatures called [Evil God's Followers], granting them the traits of devouring Mana and reproduction... Although not without limits, it is sufficient."

"Children who have grown capable of overcoming the Calamity..."

Although she was a girl, her expression was that of a loving mother... unconditionally gentle, unconditionally patient, loving, tolerant, and [trusting], firmly believing in the future.

It was as if the future where [children did not grow into noble beings] never appeared in her imagination...

"With the power of the Followers, go and devour the Calamity of the Four-legged Riot, the Calamity of Zero-Degree Deep Cold, the Calamity of Sea Erosion Left Skull; this is my only gift to you... But obtaining the right to control them is very difficult."

As the girl said this, she spoke and walked towards the door, leaving a slender silhouette for the recording Demon Statue. Her voice carried a sob, "You need to please the gods (me), fulfill my wish!"

"Actually I... don't want to die… Nobody wants to die… But we must do it, because besides us, there is no one who can seal the chaotic monsters..."

"I'm not afraid of dying; we're not afraid of dying, but... I really, really want to..."

"...See what the children will look like in the future."

"..."

"..."

In the silence, the girl stopped walking, turned her head to look back at the Demon Statue, and made eye contact with the image-capturing device, smiling while tears streamed down her face—

"You will definitely become great children! You... will definitely have..."

"A nobility no less than ours (the gods)!"

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"Phew..."

Now, what Yila could see... truly was the things that happened in the distant ancient times, reappearing in front of his eyes from the distant God's era.

This piece of history, forgotten by everyone, was transmitted to Yila's mind intact from the core in his hand.

The passing of time... brought back those distant images...

...

All in all... it was somewhat moving...

Thinking this, Yila slowly walked to the altar in the next room... So, this was the answer to the riddle, humans fulfilling the gods' tiny wish, crossing millennia.

With the promise that transcended the era (pleasing), it was accomplished at this moment.

Thinking so, Yila, under the gaze of the wide-eyed Cassiopeia, gently placed on the altar the withered branches of flowers that had long since died...

[Contract Achieved]

From now until the end of his life, Yila Elkaras would be the follower of the Evil God Dark Fisher, the only follower — which means the Archbishop.

Having fulfilled the small wish of the god, Yila exchanged a look with Cassiopeia, then lightly shrugged... He already felt it, from the moment he took the oath, the countless wills of the Evil God's Followers had crossed the planar barriers.

Connected with his soul...

"I am Yila Elkaras, at this moment... I speak with all the Evil God's Followers!"