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

In a certain inn in the duchy, Yila lay on the bed... To be precise, a topless Yila lay on the bed, with both her Magic Armor and underwear hanging on a nearby rack.

The young goddess sat on the bed next to the prone Yila, her eyes fixed on his smooth back as she ran her hand over it... Then, seemingly noticing something, she pressed gently on a particular vertebra of Yila's spine.

"..."

At this moment, the young goddess truly realized that Yila was not powerless. Beneath her fingertips lay highly concentrated Mana and the "Crown Name" that could be misunderstood with the World Tree. Once these were released...

Yila's power level could almost match that of the gods.

"Is this the first... wing column?"

Saying this, the young goddess looked at the obedient and quiet Yila. Her fingernail slid across Yila's back and pressed on the second wing column, saying, "And this is the second."

Seemingly tired from leaning sideways, the young goddess stood directly on the bed... Or rather, sat on Yila's legs, ignoring Yila's twitching mouth, and gently pressed the remaining two wing columns.

"This is unreasonable; the bones that make up your chest and lumbar vertebrae... have a curious separation and fusion."

The young goddess remarked, as she ran her hand from Yila's lower cervical vertebra all the way to his waist, saying, "Seventeen bones divide into four sections to carry other magical creatures' Mana... Where did you absorb it from?"

With this question, the young goddess almost immediately received an answer. She extended her hand toward Yila's neck, confirmed the structure of the cervical vertebra there, and said, "It seems my guess was correct—large-scale Mana signal confirmation, rapid capture, and absorption."

This was entirely designed for a one-man army weapon.

"You are completely not considered human anymore, nor are you close to any of the 'children'... Truly genius."

Unaware that a part of the design involved a snake molt from the World Tree, the young goddess praised anyway, but in these days, she had learned the truth about the gods' demise and the snake molt in the World Tree.

The young goddess, who held Yila in high regard, immediately had a new question: "So, if you absorb unwanted Mana, there must also be a way to quickly release it."

Muttering to herself, the young goddess directed her gaze towards Yila's buttocks...

"..."

Her hands inched closer to Yila's pants... grabbed his belt!

But her efforts were thwarted when Yila's hand grabbed his pants. He turned his head helplessly and shifted his body, saying, "I say, haven't you studied enough already... Right, by modifying the coccyx, the return of useless Mana to the tree is achieved."

The satisfied young goddess nodded, got off Yila's body, and watched as Yila began putting on his clothes. She turned and prepared to leave the room.

Opening the door, the young goddess thought of something, turned around, and asked, "Tomorrow, we'll go to the theocratic country to see your little Pope, and then return to the empire... You should rest early."

"..."

After dressing himself, Yila looked at the concerned young goddess, watching as she closed the door behind her... *For some reason, he always had the feeling that he had just "entertained" her.*

Of course, as he felt the peculiar golden Mana within his body... that feeling became even more real. What was this? A "token of affection"?

Although it couldn't really be said, it indeed was something similar.

Among his four wing columns, the Mana of the Heavenly Holy Knight and the Blood Realm Lord still remained, but Hilena's succubus Mana was emptied... Replaced by a terrifying gold Mana.

This could be considered the godly Mana as a "reward"... However, the World Spell continually consumed it, barely keeping pace with the speed of recovery... which meant, not quite.

In a year or two, his World Spell would be completely exhausted... if he did not engage in combat.

"Is this a gift for me?"

Yila muttered, awkwardly smiling, then his expression turned serious. He couldn't believe she wouldn't sense what he could feel.

*So, did she not care?*

...

Yila thought this, seated on the bed looking at the distant sky of the duchy... Over there, it was probably the remnants of the Caesar Duchy. They ultimately did not unite the duchy.

The Dream Chasers taking the name of Caesar finally welcomed their rebellion. They seized the opportunity when the duchy's president left... and the timing of the All-King Meeting was no secret.

Unfortunately, this chaos would eventually become a mere ripple in history... without even a specific record.

"..."

Yila squinted at the suburban skyline filled with fire, where fireballs and magic flew chaotically... He could see the last resistant members of the Caesar Duchy, gradually being suppressed.

Hmm, time to ask about the specific situation...

Thinking this, Yila vanished from the inn.

...

"I told you... Go to bed early."

Wrapped in her blanket in her room, the young goddess muttered to herself. She leaned on the headboard with her shoulder and half-bared chest, helplessly propping her chin.

"Let the children handle the children's matters, shall we? Ah... That's not right."

"Ha, also not intending to get involved, huh?"

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"Boss, what's happening over at the Caesar gathering place?"

A sneaky-looking man asked a woman resembling a stereotypical female pirate, only to be met with eye-rolls from several companions around him... Wasn't this obvious at a glance?

"They're fighting... Ha, I anticipated this day would come."

The woman laughed nonchalantly, revealing a hint of loneliness in her expression, saying, "I always knew those guys who, at every turn, claimed to be descendants of Caesar weren't right in the head."

It was a tricky comment, because... their leader also bore the name Caesar.

As a legitimate member of the Caesar Royal Family.

"..."

"They're just wallowing in past glories. Fundamentally, they're no different from the 'Old Aristocracy,' except their opportunities and hopes seem even slimmer, making them appear crazier."

Yila's voice came from above them. As they all joyfully looked up, he retracted his red-black bat wings, which had blended into the night, and landed.

"Of course, their 'end' might be more ferocious than the decline of the old aristocracy."

Yila added, as he looked at the few people who greeted him boisterously. He smiled and shrugged, greeting the thugs before him, saying, "Long time no see, Sneaky, Traitor, Rebellious Scoundrel, and..."

Yila shifted his gaze to the red-haired woman...

"Julius Caesar."