"Exactly."
Andrew nodded and asked, "Galadriel, will you stay in Hell, or return to the Wasteland World to cultivate in seclusion and try to reach Demon King level as soon as possible?
"Uh, don't worry about things on my end. Everything is under my control, actually. These Demon Kings are nothing more than nourishment to help me grow stronger."
"You're that confident?"
Galadriel sounded surprised. Andrew nodded. "Absolutely. Honestly, sometimes I feel rather helpless. I prepare a whole stack of cards, but then I'm so strong that I never get a chance to play any of them.
"I hope the Demon King Alliance lets me play a card or two this time. Otherwise, they'll start gathering rust. Hey, Galadriel, why are you leaving?"
"Would it kill you not to humblebrag?"
Galadriel snarked, but she was finally reassured. Andrew truly didn't consider the other Demon Kings a threat. Everything was within his grasp.
"Since you don't need my help for now, I'll spend three months in seclusion, then come back to oversee the Hell War."
Galadriel said, "I'll have a surprise for you then. A very big surprise."
"A surprise? Don't tell me you're pregnant? Ha, just kidding. I'll look forward to it."
Andrew laughed, then closed the Game Space and sent Galadriel on her way. As for the Mist Demon King-brand Elven Longsword, it would take a little longer to finish forging.
After Galadriel left, Andrew called Aragorn back. Aragorn was astonished. "The Mummy Demon King's coalition was defeated? It's only been a few days. Isn't that a little too fast?"
"These things are like vacations. Before you know it, it's time to go back to work tomorrow."
Andrew said, "I know you don't want to go to work. Neither do I. But sometimes, we don't have a choice. Aragorn,