So now, the renovations could begin.
The massive warship sat upon an endless wasteland, truly resembling a solemn fortress. Its only flaw was Hyperion's color scheme, a typical Schicksal palette.
The colors were too pale, with large swathes of white accented by blue. Not very Demon Lord-like.
But that didn't matter.
Wouldn't optical camouflage solve everything?
Thus, a pitch-black castle stood amid the desolate grandeur. The Demon Lord sat in the captain's quarters, where a desk had once stood but where only a throne remained now. Demon Lord Delta sat atop it with her legs crossed, her tail swaying beside her at eyebrow level.
There was thought put into all of this.
Not only was the pose important, but so was the lighting. The moment Delta stood upon the throne beneath the dim lights, she became a genuine Demon Lord.
All they had to do was wait for Seele.
At least for now, they were still enemies. Even if it was just an exhibition match, they had to fight seriously.
Yes, seriously.
Meanwhile, the hero's party.
Rita maintained a distance from them that was neither too close nor too far. She did not get so close that they lost the desire to make their own choices, yet she made them feel protected.
Though whether it was the hero or the Demon Lord, both roles were being played by her, so there was absolutely no danger.
Still, she had to maintain the bearing of a protector.
While they continued their outing in high spirits, Landon Monastery had become quiet after the students left.
Hoshino, acting as Durandal, enjoyed Fiammetta's personal service, with her available at her call twenty-four hours a day.
"Your Excellency."
"Hmm?"
Hoshino had deliberately said nothing to save herself some acting, but she had never expected Fiammetta to