Volume 2 Prologue (1/2)

A day has passed since the end of the [Evening Party] and our return to Marcho’s dungeon.

I had intruded upon Marcho’s room to question her.

“Well then, Marcho, mind explaining yourself? Just who the heck is this [Creation] Demon Lord Lolicell?”

Marcho was a brown-skinned beauty with white hair as well as a wolf’s ears and tail.

Such was Marcho or rather the [Beast] Demon Lord Marchosias.

Of all the things, she had spread that preposterous name at the [Evening Party] where all the Demon Lords assembled.

She was slightly flustered upon hearing me.

“I had no other choice.”

Marcho told me so, albeit slightly awkwardly.

[Wind] Demon Lord Stolas and I had participated in a simplified [War] during the party. I emerged the victor and a celebration was held shortly afterwards.

The other Demon Lords congratulated and praised me.

It was all good until then but for some reason, the Demon Lords kept calling me by a rather rude name: Lolicell.

I am the [Creation] Demon Lord Procell. Never had my name been that vulgar name.

Did she had any idea how much trouble I went through to correct them?

“Mind telling me how you had no other choice?”

“No, well you see, you were revealing a lot of your cards, right? So naturally, the Demon Lords began analyzing them. It would have been fine if each of them just did so separately but then, they looked like they were gonna discuss it with each other. If they did that, your weak points would have been exposed to every Demon Lord in there. The new Demon Lords might have even formed an alliance to oppose you.”

Well, that might have been so.

Such were the disadvantages of being watched.

That was why I had decided beforehand the extent of what I was willing to reveal.

I was about to use the trump card I wasn’t supposed to reveal in order to defeat the Emerald Dragon that Stolas took out by the end of the war but thanks to the efforts done by a fox-eared-and-tailed beautiful girl, a Celestial Fox named Kuina, I was able to avoid such.

Nevertheless, it couldn’t have been anything good if a great number of Demon Lords shared their analysis of the things I deemed alright to show amongst themselves.

“Okay, but what does any of that have to do with the name Lolicell?”

“I should change the topic even if by only a little, I thought. The scene where you were hugging Tenko and Elder Dwarf was being played so I thought I’ll turn their attention to this scene…. Maybe it was because the two of them were so cute but they fell for it more than I expected. And then they got so into Lolicell. It was awful. I’m reflecting on it.”

With a look of discomfort on her face, she slightly bowed.

It didn’t seem to be an act.

The fact that she didn’t mean ill by it made it difficult to reprimand her.

“Alright, I see there really was no other choice.”

Besides, being referred to as Lolicell was provoked by some of my own actions.

For some reason, majority of the monsters I had created were adorable little girls.

By no means was I aiming for such, it just naturally became like that.

But I am hoping to clear these misgivings with the monster I’m going to make next.

“So, you’re forgiving me? Thanks. As expected of the child I’m proud of.”

“It’s for the best. I’ll soon make my own dungeon so I’d rather not be at odds with you while we’re apart.”

Marcho had taken good care of me all this while. I owed her for a great deal of things, both tangible and not.

The other part of my statement concerned the crystal in my possession which was given to me during the [Evening Party]. Just by grasping it tightly and uttering a few words of power, my dungeon would be built.

Before long, I would be leaving Marcho’s dungeon and build my own.

“My heart skipped a beat. You have already become a man without my knowledge, Procell.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll be leaving now.”

“Ah, that’s right. Shall I make it up to you right now?”

“Make it up to me?”

“Don’t you want to embrace me? Here, let me show you the charms of an adult woman’s body.”

Marcho pushed her breasts in closer together and a bountiful valley was revealed.

Marcho was an extraordinarily beautiful woman. Her style was outstanding as well. Along with some hints of seductiveness.

I gulped down my own saliva.

I wondered how good it might feel if I embrace her.

“I must refuse. I don’t want to be in that sort of relationship with you.”

But I reluctantly turned down her offer.

“Is that so? What a shame. I wanted your very essence to be etched into my body and, before I disappear, I wanted mine to be etched into your memories. Not much time is left on me, you know.”

Marcho made a sad face as she floated a smile.

Demon Lords cease to exist 300 years after their birth and based on the story I heard from her, she had about 9 months left before her demise.

“………do you do that kind of thing with anyone?”

I wanted to hear her answer so badly.

It wasn’t for any simple curiosity either; a pain in my chest demanded I ask her so.