The Demon King's First General
Chapter 190: Deity of Faith’s Confession

Chapter 190: Deity of Faith’s Confession

Streams of tears flowed down Uoiea’s face. She cried like a child, unbothered by the old man’s presence. The scenes that transpired before her eyes were like needles piercing her heart.

The agony of seeing the soul devourer blame himself for her death left a deep scar in her mentality.

Even the unwanted pain that her previous family felt for her sudden loss made her feel heartbroken.

"I-If-If I just stayed in the palace back then, maybe... Maybe Zeno wouldn’t experience such loneliness for thousands of years," she uttered.

Her voice trailed off from extreme wailing.

Then, she gave the old man a glance. She prevented herself from crying any further, though the hot sensation on her cheeks still remained.

"I want to see him! Please! Bring me to him!" She begged, hoping that the entity would show her sympathy.

However, the Sentinel of Records shook his head.

"We’re not done here yet," he said, staring straight at the princess’ tearful gaze.

Uoiea felt confused after hearing the old man’s remark. As far as she’s concerned, she already regained her previous life’s memory, and she already met some of the sovereigns.

So, she couldn’t help but ask. "What do you mean?"

The old man waved his hand, and the scenery around them started to change again, but this time, there was nothing but a speck of light, a small dot of white surrounded by darkness.

Uoiea put her sadness at the back of her mind for a little while and focused her thoughts on the scene before her.

However, even after racking her brain, she really couldn’t understand a thing.

"I-I’m afraid I’m not aware of what’s happening here," she stated and glanced at the entity beside her, her eyes laced with curiosity.

Meanwhile, the old man didn’t speak; he just stared into the speck of light, and after a moment, he sighed.

Then, he diverted his gaze to Uoiea and let out a smile, though hidden behind those upward curls lay a deep sense of unusual sadness.

. . . . .

Back in the capital city of the Embercrown Empire, Kizeler opened his eyes, blinking several times, thinking about what happened.

All that he could remember was the high-pitched sound that rendered him unconscious.

"W-Where am I?" He uttered as he tried to sit up, figuring out his current location.

He roamed his eyes and noticed that he was in some sort of a tent with several others. He glanced at them and noticed how grave their injuries were.

The man next to him lost both of his arms, while the person lying after him was wrapped in bandages.

Due to this, he became more curious about the things that occurred after he passed out. Then, during his contemplation, he remembered the child, Leon, and he started to panic when he failed to see him throughout the place.

"Leon!" He called out, hoping for an answer.

But instead of a child, a woman peeked from the outside and gave him a glance. Upon seeing his restless expression, she walked inside and approached the mercenary.

Based on her white robe adorned with mystical scriptures, Kizeler recognized her as a priestess.

"What’s the matter? Does something hurt?" She asked, her voice soft and with a tinge of worry.

Kizeler shook his head in response, then he looked straight in the woman’s eyes.

"Have you seen a child with me? He’s only this tall?" He stated his question while gesturing the young boy’s height, hoping that she could give him an answer.

"Oh? He’s in the next tent along with the other children," the woman answered.

"How is he? Is he okay?" Kizeler replied.

And as soon as he saw the woman nod, he let out a sigh of relief. Afterward, the priestess left, and Kizeler checked his belongings before standing up.

Then he went outside of the tent, but the scenery made him freeze in place. The majestic city was gone; it was replaced by nothing but ruins.

"Seriously? What really happened in here?" He uttered in disbelief.

. . . . .

Meanwhile, near the outskirts of the capital, a place considered sacred by the people worshipping deities, a man with hair glimmering in silver strands was standing beside the wall in a room located on the structure’s highest floor while his gaze focused outside the window.

"Are you sure you’re okay letting me, a demon, stay at this place? Those people have been glaring at me since I stepped inside the premises," Zeno asked.

Then he averted his eyes from them and looked at the woman sitting alongside the bed.

"You’re enjoying too much in your apostle’s body, aren’t you afraid that it will do her any harm?" He added.

The woman let out a soft chuckle, laid down on the bed, and gave the demon a playful smirk.

"Why? Do you prefer to see my real appearance, or do you care so much for this beauty?" Janea, the Deity of Faith, through the Celestial Seer’s voice, answered with a question.

Then, she teased the demon even further as she unbuttoned the top all the way to the chest of the woman’s dress, making a part of her cleavage be on full display.

"I won’t decline if it’s you," Janea stated and even winked.

"And I’m pretty sure that my apostle won’t either," she added, her tone hot and filled with charm.

Zeno shook his head and massaged the temple of his head.

"Are you sure you’re Janea? It feels like I’m talking with the Sovereign of Lust," he said.

"Why? Don’t tell me that my charms are working against you?" Janea stood up from the bed and walked towards the demon.

Her lips curling into a wide grin inappropriate for a deity. Then, she raised her hands and was about to hang them on the demon’s nape when he felt a menacing glare coming from him.

"Go ahead, place them here, and your apostle will be picking her arms off the floor the moment she wakes up," Zeno threatened.

Janea put her hands beside her and stepped a little backward.

"You’re no fun!" She said, pouting like a child.

Then, she let out a chuckle and went back to the bed.

"Are you really not bothered being alone with this beautiful female? I mean, look at this," Janea stated and caressed the Celestial Seer’s face.

Then she pointed her fingers at her chest and spoke again.

"And these, they’re quite small for now, but with just a little bit of massage they will surely pop—" Janea said but couldn’t finish her sentence as a black dice flew towards her, interrupting her words.

The object brushed the Seer’s left cheek, giving it a small cut, but the wound disappeared even before blood flowed out from it.

"Mouth already zipped," the deity uttered in surrender and even gestured her hand as if pulling a zipper on her lips.

Then, Zeno glanced back at the window and stared at the people still glaring at him outside.

"So, what’s your real purpose for making that prophecy known?" He asked without looking at the deity.

However, half a minute had already passed, and yet he received no reply. Thus, he turned around and looked at the woman, only to find her staring at him while her eyes blinked several times.

Confused by her actions, Zeno squinted his eyebrows and spoke once again.

"Why are you not responding?" He asked; there was a tiny bit of annoyance present in his voice.

But the Deity of Faith just shook her head and pointed at her mouth while raising her left brow as if giving the demon a hint.

’My lips are sealed, don’t you remember?’

Upon seeing this look of hers, Zeno didn’t hesitate any further; he went closer to her. Then, he swung his arm, and a jet-black scythe materialized on the palm of his hand, its blade placed beside the Celestial Seer’s neck.

"I’m done playing! You can now please retract it," Janea said with an awkward smile.

Then she held the scythe’s blade with the tip of her fingers before gently pushing it away from her.

"Answer the question first; its movement will depend on the likeliness of your reply," Zeno conveyed.

Janea’s soft chuckle echoed inside the room, then the playful look in her eyes vanished as she spoke with a heavy tone.

"Like what you’ve thought, I did it for the sake of freeing you. Though it’s true that those demon foxes are capable of opening the underworld, they must need to gather the keys and find the gate’s exact location, which is nearly impossible," Janea articulated.

"But they have someone capable of finding the gates," Zeno replied.

"It doesn’t matter, I know you have one of the keys," the deity said and glanced at the black ring around the demon’s left middle finger.

Janea let out a smile, but her expression turned a hundred and eighty degrees in the next second.

"But they are not needed anyways; the seal is getting weaker due to Helra’s betrayal," she confessed, accompanied by a deep sigh.

"The underworld will open any time soon," she added while staring straight at the demon’s eyes; her voice carried a deep sense of resentment.

. . . . .