Press Conference

Nazarick's Ninth Floor.

With the first strategic objective successfully achieved, Nazarick no longer carried the tense atmosphere of wartime.

Shalltear played naughty games with her vampire brides, Cocytus honed his martial skills in his own territory, Aura ran into the forest to play with her magical beasts, and Mare sat in the stands of the circular Arena, quietly reading the books Ryan had given him about Earth's customs and culture...

Most people relaxed at this time, but for Demiurge, work could only be said to have just begun.

Negotiating with the nations of Earth, planting agents in advance... Too many matters awaited his handling.

However, he had not come to see Albedo today to discuss those matters, but something else.

"Albedo, there is something for which I need your permission."

Watching Albedo arrange her makeup before the mirror, Demiurge spoke from the doorway.

Demiurge?

Hearing the familiar voice, Albedo froze for a moment before turning around and asking, "What is it?"

"Regarding the Supreme One's previous statement that we would take responsibility for Earthlings injured by the war, I intend to remove the condition of war. So long as they are human, they may apply for this medical aid."

He lightly adjusted his glasses, his tone calm.

"That really does not sound like something you would say. What is your purpose?"

Albedo covered her mouth in surprise and looked at Demiurge.

Even if the sun fell from the sky the next moment, she would still find that easier to believe than Demiurge suddenly acting out of kindness.

"To win over the people more effectively." As she had expected, Demiurge explained, "Even if Nazarick did not say so, wounded people who were not victims of this war would certainly claim this relief fraudulently. The nations of Earth would turn a blind