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

"..."

"Mm~ Mumble..."

Satan Ye turned over in bed, then opened her eyes, looking at the bed and covers in front of her. She groggily sat up... She remembered that last night, she should have been chatting with Yila.

*Did I fall asleep?*

Satan Ye tried hard to recall the memories of the previous night, but the last thing she could remember were Yila's words: "If no one keeps me company, I really will get bored." After that… she must have fallen asleep on Yila.

*Did Yila bring me back afterwards? This is a bit embarrassing...*

"Hilena?"

Before she was fully awake, Satan Ye called out, looking towards where Hilena usually stood quietly at the side of her bed every day... but she saw nothing.

This was actually quite rare.

The three succubus maids standing nearby naturally came over, helping Satan Ye get dressed, while one of them explained: "Lady Hilena just went out… It seems Lord Yila received some news about the next Calamity."

"And according to Lord Yila, it appears that issues are quite urgent in the theocratic country."

Indeed, it was easy to notice that Hilena was a very professional and skilled maid... Her efficiency in dressing Satan Ye by herself was much faster than the combined efforts of the three maids.

But no one paid much mind to this detail.

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"So I'll be leaving first. There's no need to take the next Calamity too seriously."

Yila said this, preparing to use Tipcapu's ability to teleport to the theocratic country... Mille Milyan had already sent a message—the prophecy concerning the new Calamity had appeared.

Furthermore, Mille hoped that Yila could reach him quickly, because... the time revealed by the prophecy was very close, and based on the rumors circulating the world today, Mille also wanted the correct answer.

But, in truth, there was no real need for doubt.

Mille Milyan was not a fool. He could easily guess whether the news Vera had spread was the truth or just rumors… He knew it in his heart.

He just didn't want to believe it.

Regarding the destruction of civilization and the death of living beings, the person who **cared** most might be Mille… He cared even more about it all than the deceased themselves.

Even though he knew that the dead had merely entered Yila's soul.

"Ha… not too seriously, huh?"

Hilena smiled helplessly, repeating Yila's words. But she herself did not know what counted as *serious* and what did not, so she couldn't make any definite promises.

"I understand."

Yila nodded to the speaking Hilena, just as he was about to leave, he heard Satan Ye's voice: "Wait for me, wait for me! Mr. Yila, I want to go too."

Looking towards the voice, Yila saw Satan Ye running towards him, waving her hand: "Mr. Yila, take me with you?"

Taking Satan Ye along was naturally no problem... At least, there was no need to refuse.

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"Just as you mentioned at the Council of Kings, the next Calamity should be the 'Resurrection' Calamity."

Mille Milyan said this, appearing very confident, as he looked at the chaotic colors projected by the sunlight through the stained glass.

However, Mille Milyan could see a revelation of 'Salvation' in it, but… perhaps, at this moment, there was no need for salvation anymore.

A person named 'Yila' made a judgment that anyone could believe.

"What I saw in the prophecy was actually very strange."

Mille Milyan said this, looking somewhat hesitant. Helooked at Yila and Satan Ye with a somewhat helpless expression and said: "To put it simply, it was an old man with silver hair talking to me…"

"He first asked me if I was the Pope of this generation in the theocratic country, 'Mille Milyan.' I said, 'Yes, I am,' and then the old man said he was the first-generation Pope and that he would come to see me in tomorrow's Calamity, and I should prepare to besiege him."

Saying this, Mille looked at Yila, appearing thoughtful, and at Satan Ye, who was still wide-eyed, and said: "This matches what you shared at the Council of Kings, so I judge that the Calamity will happen as he said, tomorrow."

So it seemed Mille's judgment was correct.

"I see. Because even if the souls of the dead return to their bodies, they must still follow the protocols of the Calamity. Even when facing people they know, they cannot simply surrender."

In other words, they can't go easy on them, just like those who undergo Reincarnation.

"Yes, but I'm thinking…"

Mille Milyan said, both she and the Starlight Body seemed somewhat shaken. Whether it was the 'greatness' of the former or the heart pursuing 'greatness' of the latter, they both fell into confusion.

"If the world is to be destroyed in the Resurrection of the Dead Calamity, what can we do? We were going to be destroyed anyway, only a little earlier… Hahaha, sorry, this is meaningless thinking, right?"

Saying this, Mille covered her face with her hands, as if worried Yila would see her expression, but the sobs in her voice completely exposed her feelings: "It's so unfair…"

"..."

Watching the very downcast Mille, Yila didn't know what to say. He could only shake his head helplessly, reaching out to ruffle Mille Milyan's hair while apologizing: "I'm sorry."

But Mille knew that Yila didn't need to apologize, because he too was sorrowful for that future, even more so than herself, feeling a despair of 'almost but not quite.'

Satan Ye watched the three grief-stricken people, and she sighed, shaking her head. But she wasn't too sad or sorrowful; she just felt a bit of regret and unwillingness.

Like the judgment Yila had made earlier, Satan Ye was very suited for 'leaving home' adventures, and the end of the world didn't stir too many emotions in her heart.

As the few of them discussed these significant matters… Yila suddenly stopped and looked out the window. Then everyone seemed to feel something, and they looked out the window together.

...

The terrifying Mana appeared everywhere in the world, flowing underground… After searching around and finding no bodies, it automatically formed human figures, quickly constructing faces and bodies.

Bringing the past *dead* back to the present world!

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*Wasn't it supposed to be tomorrow?*

...

*Shedding like a snake: Calm down, they have to wait in line…*