The Reborn Demon King Girl

"Gedora! The Demon Race has begun their counterattack! They say they are sworn to reclaim the body of the Demon King!"

Gedora frowned, "How does the Demon Race still have the strength to counterattack? Their main forces should have been annihilated in the campaign against the Demon King. Even if some remnants survived, shouldn't they be easy to handle?"

Charlette gently shook her head, her expression still somewhat anxious, "It's not that we can't fend them off, it's just... if you go, Gedora, we could minimize our losses, right? People have suffered enough from the fires of war. I will go with you; the more we do, the fewer sacrifices the world has to make."

Gedora, upon hearing this, was moved and held Charlette's hand, "Charlette, you are truly a kind and gentle girl. You always make me feel a sense of wonder in such moments. Having someone like you by my side to guide me is indeed my good fortune."

"There's no need to take the Divine Sword." Gedora assessed the situation, "Without the Demon King, there shouldn't be any opponent capable of putting me into a tough battle."

He was high-spirited and full of confidence, "Going back to the church to retrieve the sword would consume a lot of time, causing more people to suffer under the Demon Race's attacks—we should set off now!"

At that time, A·Gedora probably didn't expect that this battle to quash the remnants of the Demon Race would last so long, to the point where he was exhausted by it... He even questioned whether those were truly of the Demon Race.

Charlette slowly opened her eyes.

Though she was already over thirty, in the conventional sense, the Saintess is usually a young girl in her teens or twenties. She was fundamentally different, with significant departures from past Saintesses chosen. If nothing unexpected happened, she would remain in her role until old age, until death... She would forever be the Saintess of the church.

Her heart was beating fiercely.

This was unsurprising because ever since learning that the Demon King had taken his left hand, even with A·Gedora's assistance, her heartbeat had been this intense. So much so that when the news came of the new Hero being killed by the former Hero who betrayed humanity, she felt no surprise at all.

Is there anything strange about this?

She knew better than anyone that it would soon be her turn.

No matter the outcome, that person would surely come for her, and the Demon King would also appear before her.

Here with her was the Demon King's right hand, symbolizing the Curse.

Whether the Demon King would first reclaim other parts or come directly for the right hand, she would one day confront those two — she didn't know if she was ready.

If she were truly ready, her heartbeat probably wouldn't be this fast.

"Lady Saint, the festival is about to begin."

Following the notification from her subordinates, Charlette felt a strong sensation. She was already over thirty, yet she still shone with youthfulness, and she could easily be mistaken for a teenager. She exuded a naturally sacred aura, and her attire as a Saintess was predominantly pure white with golden trims.

She had a premonition — A·Gedora had arrived.

On this day of Creation, when all divisions of the White Church held celebrations, that man would come to her side, reminding her of their first meeting, which also seemed to be on a day of Creation...

Is this destiny?

She nodded, "Make your own arrangements; I must guard the Demon King's right hand. At this stage, the highest vigilance must be maintained; the Demon King cannot be given any opportunity. Should the Demon King awaken, the world would once again be shrouded in darkness."

"As you will, Lady Saint."

If the Saintess were to participate in such a festival, it would certainly heighten the atmosphere, but her subordinates knew clearly that there was no way this Saintess would attend in such times because the Demon King was well on the path to awakening. There was no way she would ignore the guard over the Demon King's right hand just for a festival.

However, it was precisely because of the existence of someone like her that people could safely enjoy their lives in the sunlight.

Could peacefully and harmoniously feel the festive atmosphere and offer the highest homage to God.

After Charlette's subordinate left, she felt her heartbeat grow even more intense. She had not seen A·Gedora in so long. What did he look like now? Was he living well? What were his feelings towards her now? Charlette was not the only one who was afraid to face him.

Yet, they were destined to meet, under the guidance of the force named destiny and the illumination of divine glory, their meeting was a foregone conclusion.

Charlette closed her eyes, trying to calm her emotions.

When she opened her eyes again, Doro had already appeared in front of her.

"Won't you act directly?"

She had thought about what she would say upon meeting again, yet at the moment they truly reunited, she uttered words she never imagined she would say — she thought A·Gedora would act directly.

"I think, if I don't act, you wouldn't possibly hand over the Demon King's right hand to me." Doro's eyes were very complex; his once clouded eyes starkly contrasted with Saintess Charlette's noble and pure eyes, "However, I think, before acting, we can indeed talk. You can also call people."

"Calling people over would only increase meaningless sacrifices. It's not like I don't have a few words worth of time. Hasn't the Demon King come?"

"I think she might have... It's also normal if she doesn't, after all, she doesn't trust me that much."

After a long separation, anger, excitement, unwillingness, humiliation, doubt, desire to explore... none of these emotions emerged; instead, both became more composed.

Charlette merely nodded, "There would be no one in the world the Demon King trusts too much, let alone, you did kill her once, how could she completely trust you?"

"But it's not bad." Doro did not deny this statement, "At least, I won't trust the Demon King either. To pin my hopes on the Demon King, thinking she would prepare other things for me, makes my dealings with her quite relaxed."

Charlette was silent for a moment; she knew this topic could not be avoided, yet...

"Back then..."

"No need to say more, Charlette. Honestly, before seeing you, I wanted to ask why you did that, why you disregarded the feelings between us. But after seeing you, none of that matters, Charlette."

"Gedora..."

"I am now called Doro, Charlette. Don't mention that name again."