The White Horns Sarkaz seated in his chair smiled as he spoke.
"Liz, right?"
He looked at the golden-haired Sarkaz girl.
"...Yes."
Liz lowered her head, lightly biting her lip as she forced out an answer.
"Liz, use your Originium Arts on it."
The Sarkaz addressed as the leader gave the order as though it were only natural.
"But it's already dead..."
Liz could not sense even the slightest trace of life.
This savage, terrifying creature was already dead. It had become a corpse.
Her Originium Arts would not work on it.
"Hahahaha."
Then the man laughed.
"Liz, it isn't dead. The research findings of the Confessors regarding it were also used in the process of your birth."
The Sarkaz rose to his feet.
"It is a calamity that descended from Subspace, but it is also an existence utterly unlike the life native to Terra."
That was what he said.
"These creatures are cold and merciless. They only devour every living thing before them."
"They harvest life force, then leave, as if—"
"As if they are taking their hunted prey back to feed something."
The man paced around the creature's corpse.
"Then, I discovered—"
He stopped walking.
"Within their race, there is an existence similar to the Sarkaz Demon King."
"Even though that existence had only a faint echo of will remaining, it still brought endless calamity upon Terra."
The man's eyes flickered.
"Compared to it, the Sarkaz Demon King is like the glow of a firefly beside the brilliance of the moon."
Even the eternal Demon King was nothing more than that before that lingering echo of will.
After an unknown length of research, he had reached this conclusion.
Now, this was only the first step.
There was still plenty of time.
The Demon King's Crown was merely a