The Reborn Demon King Girl

In such a process, Doro profoundly realized that he was fighting with himself.

His different emotions were fighting against each other.

This caused him particular agony. This was not the life he wanted — though his wants were unimportant. What was important was, as Roland and Doro said, if he continued like this, he would become the world's greatest disaster, with the souls born from his conflicting emotions mutually battling, eventually...

A curve sliced through the distant sky, and Elf rode the Undead Unicorn back from the glow.

She came to their side and said, "You two look like you've been talking for a while."

"Yes, sister, you've returned a little too late, the only king has already been waiting for some time."

"Sorry, Doro, encountered one or two formed thought entities on the way," she explained for her lateness, "You came this time to discuss the matter of war, right?"

Doro ultimately nodded, "Yes, I cannot continue to stay in this position, but once I leave, war will break out. So, I hope you can prepare more; if everything goes smoothly, perhaps the divine process the Goddess anticipates will quicken."

Elf picked up the teacup Doro drank from and took a sip herself, "Ah! It's bitter, the bitterness of hard days, I dislike this taste."

She remarked, "So Doro, how do you plan to exit such a struggle? You surely can't fake your death or anything? Nothing in this world can kill you."

"Me? My reason for leaving is simple, I can just go seek a higher realm. Although that realm, as viewed from now, seems only Mohe is constantly exploring, indeed people don't even know how to step into the realm Mohe and I are in." His expression was very complex.

"Are you truly exploring, or faking the exploration?"

"Of course it's true."

Can Doro possibly go further?

Elf sighed, "How are your children doing lately?"

"Speaking about the children, although I've worked hard to make them heartedly loving with each other, yet—they each bear the will of different people, and as a father, I cannot force them to change their will."

Elf had a "I reckon so" look, "Your ideology is after all such, indeed there's nothing to say, so are you ready for your children to fight, to start a war?"

"Yes."

Doro finally gave this answer, "Even I have to admit that when all means, spirals, lose meaning, violence becomes the only way to solve problems, this is the meaning of war—dialogue and mutual understanding cannot become the basis for stopping war. Even, some wars are just because of mutual understanding, therefore have no choice but to proceed."

To stop the wars in the world, he became the only king, yet unable to truly and meaningfully prevent his own children from fighting.

Doro increasingly understood the words Mohe once said.

He is now over forty, nearing fifty years old, although before Mohe's long life, this is a brief time, it can already be called "elder" as a human.

"You all do prepare more!"

Doro so sighed.

...

"Bref, have your swordsmanship practices for today ended?"

Wise King gazed at his nine-year-old child, showing a gentle smile.

"Yes, mother, Ah Xion teacher's teaching is very rigorous, I've learned quite a bit from the teacher but…"

"But what?"

Bref said somewhat uneasily, "I always feel the teacher hasn't tried his best for me, or rather hasn't truly acknowledged me as her student—I think, perhaps others also have such thoughts."

"I see, Bref, your observations are quite thorough, your judgment is also correct." Wise King encouraged his child, "Ah Xion never truly acknowledges anyone as her student, if not for your father asking her, she would never teach you swordsmanship."

Bref seemed curious about this matter but soon retrained his expression, "Mother, I discovered Christo seems to have more swordsmanship talent than I do, his sword is more powerful than mine, although he's younger and hasn't practiced as long as I have."

Wise King patted Bref's head, Christo being Rose's child, she thought for a while, "His mother was once called Second Hero, and also once Ah Xion's disciple, so it's not surprising he'll receive some unique, special training, and swordsmanship is just one of the many things you wish to learn among them, I hope to see real outcomes from you rather than comparisons with others. Your opponent is always yourself."

"I've understood, mom."

Mohe knows Doro has made the decision, at most in another ten years, Doro would begin to relinquish his power, and start letting these children meddle with some of the world affairs—

This was something Mohe knew from many years ago.

Likewise, she knew this meant her days would become trying, although ten years have passed, yet Doro is still interested in her, even when doing those things every day, there should be a day he tires of it, right? Besides, what about her appearance that he hasn't seen? Why continue to entangle with her?

Clearly, there are already so many children.

Wives and concubines are numerous, yet now even has the audacity to say only she herself is liked.

Mr. Doro has now indeed learned very bad.

She already took a step back, regarding the proposal of Doro becoming her king, Mohe is clearer than anyone, that it is a product of her concession, yet Doro still is not assured with her. Though Mohe knew Doro was right, but…

She is clear about the last "struggle" between herself and Doro is coming.

It's not a battle of life and death, but rather a struggle in love.

When Doro relinquishes his power and there's someone succeeding him, he'll surely begin to "capture" her significantly, making her truly, not just physically but spiritually and with soul yield to him — although Doro hasn't said anything, Mohe knows, Doro will definitely do this, he is like this, what he determines will not change, even if that thing is wrong, he is adept at letting things depart from his own thinking and rely on instinct.

So, is there a victor in this struggle?

Mohe feels perhaps there won't be.

However, this is also her opportunity, his children, Mohe will certainly treat well. As tools to kill Doro, these things couldn't be better.

"Lu Lu'an, Noel, are both of you here?"

Mohe greeted the two young girls.

"Miss Mohe, it's been a while since we saw you, what have you been busy with recently?"

Ten-year-old Vivian seems refined and courteous, no longer the past monster.

She calmly maintains a human posture.

"I just came to ask you, what's the status of your Seed of Blessing progress now?"

"Still quite difficult. Too hard to control."