The Demon King Who Was Supposed to Lose Ended Up Defeating the Targets, and Now the Heroine Has Been Sent as a Sacrifice - Chapter 33

Chapter 33: The Demon King Supposed to Lose, Goes All Out

The royal capital of the Kingdom of Alvera.

Currently, it’s under the occupation of Elsia’s army, which is indulging in looting and slaughtering at will.

Due to certain reasons, some of the humans have been spared, but for the most part, the people of the capital are being eaten alive, starting from their heads.

The historical buildings of the capital have been almost entirely destroyed, and fires are raging everywhere.

The only place that has suffered minimal damage is the royal castle.

Elsia and I were using one of the rooms in the castle to listen to Misha’s report.

“The ones Big Sister Elsia is looking for have already fled the country.”

“…I see. Misha, you did well with Sir Vernon’s interrogation. Thank you.”

Misha had tortured her former brother, Vernon, successfully extracting the information that the prince and some key figures had escaped to another country.

Upon hearing this, Elsia seemed a bit displeased.

It was understandable.

After all, she had been so close to getting her revenge on her hated enemies, only to find out they were already gone.

There was no way she could be in a good mood.

“Elsia, are you okay?”

“Oh, yes. I’m fine, Lord Diablo. But I did underestimate Prince Julius a bit. I didn’t expect him to act so quickly.”

“…Yeah, it seems that way.”

I nodded at Elsia’s words.

After defeating Arcyon, we had advanced to the royal capital in just a week. 

Considering that we had destroyed towns and villages along the way, our speed was remarkable.

Even if the decision to abandon the capital and flee had been made right after Arcyon’s defection, it still seemed too fast.

Personally, I admired the quick escape strategy, but abandoning the people of the capital like that—how could they?

“Still, why didn’t Vernon flee with the prince?” 

“Hmm, I got that out of him too. My former brother stayed behind to rally the citizens and make them fight against Big Sister Elsia’s army.”

“I see.”

Vernon had tried to incite the citizens and create chaos, hoping to pit them against Elsia’s forces. But instead, they had been swayed by Elsia’s sweet words, leading to an uprising.

“Alright, brother, sister, I’m going to go torture my former brother a bit more.”

“Oh? Have you taken a liking to torturing?”

“…Yeah. It’s fun to crush his jewels. My former brother starts talking about anything when I do it. His reactions are so cute that I just can’t help but kick him.”

“Fufu, it’s nice to see that you two have reconciled in your own way.”

Elsia smiled sweetly, while I felt a shiver down below.

I had thought Misha liked being on the receiving end, but it turns out she might be quite the sadist herself.

Noticing my reaction, Misha blushed and glanced my way.

“I’d never do something so cruel to yours, Brother ♡ I’ll treat it much more gently ♡”

“…Hmm. And how exactly will you treat it?”

“Mm ♡ Let me just show you ♡”

And with that, Misha handled my demonic sword with utmost care.

She got a little too excited and overdid it, eventually passing out. I laid her down gently on the sofa to rest.

“Honestly, Lord Diablo, you’re spoiling Misha a bit too much.”

“Yeah, my bad. So, what’s your plan now, Elsia?”

“…I’d like for you to spoil me too, Lord Diablo ♡”

“Ah, sorry. I meant, what are we going to do about the ones who escaped…”

“…”

Before I could react, Elsia playfully pushed me down, and she didn’t stop until her mood was fully restored.

Well, I guess I should’ve worded that better…

Afterward, we sat on the sofa together, discussing our next steps. 

Elsia leaned into me from one side, while Misha slept soundly on the other, using my lap as her pillow.

“What will you do about the prince who escaped?”

“Of course, we’ll pursue him. Based on the information Misha got from torturing Vernon—well, it’s a hassle to keep saying his name, so let’s just call him ‘that’—it seems he fled to a country that has had longstanding ties with the kingdom. I’ve sent Maron to track him down.

It seemed that Maron, Elsia’s young succubus adjutant, was proving to be quite useful.

Perhaps I should consider rewarding her with something through my Demon King authority. 

After all, it would feel a bit unfair not to give a bonus to someone who is working hard and producing results.

“Hmm. If he’s in another country, doesn’t that mean he’s out of your reach for revenge?”

“Anyone who gets in our way will be eliminated. …Or at least, that’s what I’d like to say.”

“Hmm?”

“Even though we’ve had some success, a few of the soldiers you granted me were injured or killed on the way to the capital. The truth is, I don’t want to push them too hard. They’re all very good people.”

It seemed that Elsia genuinely cared about her soldiers. 

Advancing into another country would likely result in significant losses for her army.

Elsia wasn’t just consumed by revenge. 

She had a broad perspective and was capable of looking at the bigger picture, considering the well-being of her forces.

“Alright. Let’s expand Elsia’s army.”

“Huh?”

“We’ll transfer more soldiers from the Demon King’s forces and reinforce your army. I want to at least double its size.”

“…Is that really okay?”

“It’s fine. Actually, I heard that Balzac complained about it before.”

Apparently, in the Demon King’s army, there’s a lot of envy towards Elsia’s forces, who are out there killing humans, eating them, and causing chaos.

There seem to be quite a few demons saying, I want to rampage with Queen Elsia’s army too!!

To relieve this frustration, Balzac has been letting them attack random villages, but that solution is reaching its limit.

When Balzac last reported to me, he looked so worn out that it might actually be a serious issue.

“So that’s what’s been happening. Is Sir Balzac’s health alright?”

“I’m worried about him too. If I don’t order him to rest, he’ll just keep saying, ‘If I can die working for my liege, it’ll be an honor!!’ and continue pushing himself…”

While his loyalty is touching, Balzac is definitely taking it too far.

It might be because his family has served the Demon King clan for generations, but I still don’t fully understand why his devotion to me is so extreme.

Even when I search through my memories as the Demon King, I can’t figure it out.

“Excuse me!!”

At that moment, Elsia’s adjutant, the young succubus Maron, entered with a cheerful expression, ready to deliver a report.

“Maron? Have you already found the ones who fled?”

“Oh, no, I’m sorry. The search is still ongoing. But that’s not why I’m here. I came to report that ‘the thing’ has been completed.”

“Wait, already!? That was fast.”

“The thing? Elsia, what’s this about?”

“…Fufu. Lord Diablo, would you wait just a moment?”

Elsia gave a mischievous smile, then went out of the room, even waking up the sleeping Misha to take her along.

Left confused and unsure of what was happening, I waited for Elsia to return. Suddenly, the door to the room opened.

Standing there were my goddesses.

“Thank you for waiting, Lord Diablo ♡”

“Myy ♡ This outfit is a bit playful, and it’s making me feel shy ♡”

“Mmm ♡ Sorry for keeping you waiting, Brother ♡”

“Hehe ♡ I knew it—being topless just feels more natural ♡”

“Goodness ♡ To think you would make someone as wise as I wear such a foolish outfit ♡ Master ♡ You better make it worth my while ♡”

“Humu ♡ Seems like I’m not the only girl who wants to have Diablo’s babies ♡ But of course ♡ A strong male always has many females by his side ♡”

I was so shocked that I couldn’t even speak.

All of my precious women were gathered together, and more than that, it was their outfits.

At first glance, they looked like cheerleader uniforms.

But upon closer inspection, the important parts were almost completely exposed, with a seductive design that highlighted each woman’s most erotic features, sending my demonic sword into overdrive.

These outfits were definitely made by succubi.

“Elsia, w-what is this…?”

“We promised a harem night, didn’t we? ♡ Today, no—this entire week, you won’t be getting any sleep ♡”

That’s right.

I had made that promise to Elsia and the others when I was preparing to face Arcyon.

My demonic sword pulsed with energy, and I felt an endless surge of power.

“These are cheer outfits, right? The succubi told us these are worn to cheer someone on. We’ll cheer for you with everything we have, so please take good care of us ♡”

If there’s a god in this world, I think I’ll devote myself to worshiping them with all my heart.

…Even if I am the Demon King, haha.

With all the encouragement from Elsia and the others, my demonic sword went completely out of control, and for an entire week, we indulged in wild pleasure.

Harems really are the best.




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Afterword: Just a little side story

Author: “I, too, wish I could live a life where beautiful girls cheered me on.”

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