"It seemed it was truly over."
Although Didi Maxwell's appearance had caused a few minor disruptions, the entire "Demon King Execution Ceremony" had still proceeded from beginning to end according to the Holy Church's arrangements.
The only thing lost was the reverse-forged "Demon King's soul."
But for the Holy Church, which was eager to conceal the Demon King's escape, such a price was practically nothing.
The kingdom residents and Demi-Humans who had come from all corners of the land had also watched this grand spectacle of the year in its entirety. It would be perfectly fair to say that the trip had been worthwhile.
And the gains brought about by it were countless as well.
The kingdom's security department had accomplished quite a lot during this period, especially in carrying out a thorough purge of the increasingly active evil cults.
Though they were always as hard to eradicate as weeds, the fact that the "Demon King was dead" would cause a large portion of those evil cults to lose their backbone.
The kingdom would inevitably enter a long period of stability afterward.
That would do more good than harm to the kingdom's development.
Alvitr and Claire had, at last, not spent this period working for nothing.
And Dark Dimon had also enjoyed a happy weekend because of it.
"A little anticlimactic."
"I thought something more exciting would happen."
"Like some major incident that would force me to leave the Duke's Mansion."
"But there was nothing at all (_)."
Dark stroked his chin as he watched, through the projection, the bishops loading the Demon King's corpse onto a carriage.
"You don't even have a beard. What are you stroking for?"
Pandora reached over and rubbed his chin.
Dark's face reddened, and he quickly dodged away.
Aurora glanced at them and clenched