The Nine Tailed Fox.

“Cease manufacturing those bizarre delusions about my profile, Olivier,” Stella protested.

“Is it… unauthorized?” Olivier whimpered, her crimson eyes pooling with wet tears. Her fox ears and fluffy tails drooped forward, entirely devoid of physical strength.

“Girl-on-girl romance is sacred… it is comprehensively sacred…っ!” she passionately insisted, tears spilling from her eyelids.

“I-I see… Granted, my system cannot fully calculate the underlying logic of that hobby, but at the absolute minimum, I shall not flag your delusions under a disciplinary penalty or enforce structural restrictions on them.” Stella flinched, thoroughly backed into a corner.

“Is that a hard fact?”

“Individual preferences are an absolute personal domain. Enforcing structural restrictions is entirely non-serving, and zero entities in this world possess the legal authority to claim that right,” Stella validated. “Kindly manage that quadrant as your settings dictate.”

“In that case, this humble Olivier Keel shall officially spend her future runtime with her delusion matrices operating at absolute maximum capacity! Victory~!”

FWOOSH!

The exact fraction of a second she cutely jumped up and down in pure celebration, a brilliant pale-blue flame-like aura violently erupted from her chassis. The overflowing mana payload mutated into a physical shockwave that blasted across the area, carving an endless network of deep cracks straight into the stone floor.

“W-What kind of anomaly is this…っ?!”

“Hieee, th-that stat output is insane…!”

The surrounding demon units erupted into a boisterous chorus of profound shock and chaotic commotion.

“っ…!”

I caught my breath, my respiratory functions stalling. Bypassing Juda—who existed as an absolute anomaly whose parameters effortlessly eclipsed standard Demon King models—this girl’s raw mana signature was comprehensively terrifying. She had flawlessly proven her high-value utility; her data sheet more than justified her rank on the candidate listing for the next Supreme Commander.

“For her output metrics to scale to this threshold…!” Right beside my stance, Stella vocalized her profound astonishment as well.

“ …Stella,“ I whispered, executing a subtle, localized ear-whisper loop.

“Yes, My Lord Demon King.”

“What is your definitive diagnostic assessment regarding Olivier’s power?”

“Her profile was meticulously peer-checked for the candidate master list, but her default mana rating registered strictly around the B-minus tier. My analytics blundered the calculation entirely… my profound apologies, My Lord,” Stella reprimanded herself, bowing her head. “Evaluating this live telemetry, her true combat rank clears the absolute minimum requirement for an A-tier… or perhaps an A-plus, if not exponentially higher—”

“Ah, as a mandatory footnote, my system is entirely incapable of venting this volume of mana under standard parameters, you know? This structural overflow of raw energy is explicitly, strictly triggered when my emotional metrics spike from a high-intensity delusion loop.”

Olivier anchored her gaze straight onto Stella’s coordinates, her eyes shifting into a deeply liquid, alluring sheen.

“ …Evaluating this fresh data loop, it looks highly optimal to officially clear her profile to fill the vacant Supreme Priest seat, doesn’t it?“ I murmured.

“ …Agreed. Given that she commands a mana pool of this caliber,“ Stella nodded, processing my whisper.

“Heh-heh, my auditory sensors intercepted every single syllable of your conversation, you know~” Olivier giggled, her fox ears cutely twitching boing-boing.

Ah, blundered. I completely omitted from my calculations that her beast-kin lineage features a hyper-optimized hearing stat. That meant there was a hundred percent probability that her system had successfully processed our entire exchange from the absolute beginning frame.

“My apologies.”

“Please, don’t worry about it at all~! Um, does this mean my character profile is officially being promoted to function as a Supreme Army Commander?”

“You are strictly flagged as a high-priority candidate for now. Altering the structural layout of our elite cabinet is an administrative protocol that cannot be completed on a sudden whim,” I informed her.

Then again, analyzing our real-time readiness parameters, our network urgently required the integration of supreme combat assets. The absolute, overriding objective that took absolute precedence across my entire sovereign code was the permanent maintenance of peace across the entire Demon World. If we locked Olivier into our roster, her high-caliber stats would guaranteed provide an immense boost to our defense lines.

…Even if her underlying psychological variables were slightly warped.

“The finalized administrative directive shall be officially broadcasted down the line after further review. We are currently auditing a handful of other candidates, after all.”

The morning following the banquet, Stella and I launched into a grueling administrative cycle to finalize the selection parameters for the vacant Supreme Priest seat. The core operational capability required to masterfully manage this post was strictly restricted to high-tier restoration and defensive matrices.

Olivier was an absolute prodigy whose baseline specifications completely outclassed the other units of the Nine-Tailed Fox lineage, and the solitary bottleneck that had previously tanked her utility file was her low default mana pool. However, our live field verification from last night’s banquet flawlessly brought the hidden variable to light: utilizing a delusion loop as her behavioral trigger allowed her internal mana indices to undergo a cataclysmic, exponential escalation. This was a critical data node that had completely eluded Stella’s standard background investigation.

After running a thorough peer-check against the remaining candidates on the list, we ultimately finalized the equation, resolving to officially appoint Olivier as our brand-new Supreme Priest.

—With that milestone checked off, I issued an administrative summons to command Olivier to report straight to the executive office.

“The formal coronation ceremony is scheduled to initialize at a later date, but as of this exact hour, your profile is officially appointed to command the responsibilities of the new Supreme Priest. Olivier Keel.”

I delivered the solemn declaration, locking my posture into a formal sovereign stance. As a structural note, the only units present within the room were strictly myself, Stella, and Olivier.

“W-Whoa… my profile has actually been rewritten into a Supreme Army Commander…っ!” The nine-tailed fox maiden’s vocal arrays violently trembled.

“Your active mana parameters are exceptionally high-tier. Your system possesses more than enough capability to flawlessly manage the obligations of this post.”

“U-Understood… My Lord Demon King,” Olivier murmured, executing a deeply respectful, solemn bow.

The exact split second she bent her frame, her pointed fox ears and fluffy tails began cutely bobbing back and forth in a hyper-active state. To state the unvarnished visual reality, she was an comprehensively adorable Supreme Commander.

“I am eager to optimize our future cooperation! I shall push my operational parameters to their absolute maximum limit~! Ah, Stella-sama, I highly anticipate that our future working relationship provides an infinite payload to optimize my girl-on-girl delusion loops.”

“G-Girl-on-girl…っ?!” Stella awkwardly cleared a massive chunk of physical distance, her face twisting in pure horror.

“I mean, if our profiles are forced to run a synchronized labor cycle as fellow Supreme Commanders, my system will continuously possess a boundless supply of raw material to fuel my fantasiesっ!”

“Enforce proper boundary protocols and stop staring at my coordinates with those deeply wicked optical arrays, Olivier!”

“Stella-sama is deploying a textbook tsundere blushing routine… comprehensively cute.”

“My systems are zero percent blushing. I am explicitly, strictly displaying a wave of intense psychological revulsion.”

“Heh-heh-heh-heh.”

…Looking at this data stream, I began to harbor a serious structural doubt regarding whether these two units could successfully run a harmonious cooperation loop moving forward.

“A-At any rate, from this boundary onward, our profiles are officially logged as equal colleagues. You are cleared to drop the formal suffix from your address; kindly omit ‘sama’ and refer to my profile strictly under the nomenclature of Stella,” the Supreme Commander stated, attempting to stabilize the decorum of the office.

“That is a completely non-viable calculation~! Stella-sama will permanently remain Stella-sama to my processors,” Olivier declared, her crimson eyes cutely pooling with wet tears once more. “Please grant my system the necessary authorization to address you under the title of Stella-sama.”

“Our structural relationship operates on a perfectly horizontal, equal matrix, meaning utilizing a vertical honorific of that nature violates our baseline operational logic, does it not?” Stella countered, her features locking into an expression of severe disapproval. “Furthermore, it will guaranteed compromise structural discipline across our lower-tier subordinates.”

“Hmm… if that bottleneck blocks our path… am I authorized to address your profile under the title of Onee-sama?”

“っ…?! O-Onee-sama?!”

“If my settings are blocked from deploying that option, I shall default straight back to addressing you as Stella-sama.”

“Mgh…っ…”

“My internal code permanently maintains a handful of core attributes that my system flatly refuses to compromise onっ…!” Olivier passionately insisted, a bizarrely intense volume of conviction backing her words.

“G-Granted, but… Onee-sama, you say… hmm…っ…” Stella fell straight into a grueling cognitive dilemma loop, her jaw locked.

“Well… suppose we simply authorize her to deploy whichever nomenclature optimizes her comfort parameters?” I interjected, acting as the absolute mediator to resolve the deadlock. “Based on her behavioral algorithms, she represents the exact classification of unit whose character traits maximize their output metrics when permitted to operate with absolute personal freedom. Insulating her coordinates from rigid restrictions is the smartest operational strategy.”

“ …If that represents the definitive command of the Lord Demon King,“ Stella nodded, before pivoting her neck to lock her focus squarely onto Olivier.

While her elegant beauty looked slightly frozen under the pressure, she braced her posture.

“In that case, let us re-initialize our operational link—my nomenclature is logged as Stella de Arselvain. I look forward to optimizing our future campaigns, Supreme Commander Olivier.”

“The feeling is entirely mutual, Onee-sama… slurp~”

…Wait, why exactly are her optical sensors tracking Stella while her mouth is actively venting a stream of literal drool, Olivier?

Deep Within a Mountain Range Whipped by a Blazing Blizzard

Stationed inside the dark cover of a colossal cavern, three distinct shadows had assembled to execute a secret deployment loop.

“My nomenclature is registered under the data string of Homunculus Model No. 253, Tsukuyomi. It is an immense honor to successfully establish a direct visual link with your coordinates, Lord Beast Emperor (Gigantoror).”

Kneeling flat amidst the frozen dirt right at Zegart’s boots was a mechanical silhouette. Her frame was forged entirely from pure silver, presenting an aesthetic layout that closely mimicked a pristine set of full-body plate armor—yet analyzing her structural data, it wasn’t a standard raiment. Her body mass was manufactured entirely from specialized alloys—Tsukuyomi was a highly advanced Magitech Automaton. Packed tightly within her internal chassis was a complex network of artificial mana circuits, gears, and mechanical components.

“My internal parameters process a matching volume of gratification to finalize this meeting, Tsukuyomi,” Zegart boomed, offering a slow, magnanimous nod. “Working in absolute synchronization with Sigmund here, I highly anticipate that your system delivers a spectacular yield for our network.”

Venting the expectation, the ancient warrior shifted his gaze to track the bird-kin beast demon standing right by his side. Sigmund kept his vocal arrays completely silent, locking his posture into a deeply respectful, solemn bow.

“What is the real-time status of your espionage campaign targeting the Demon King’s Castle?” Zegart asked, pivoting his frame back toward the silver automaton.

“I commanded my subordinate espionage thralls to execute a stealth sweep across the interior coordinates, but their signatures were flawlessly intercepted by Lord Divine Eye (Vision). I acted instantly to override their parameters, triggering an immediate self-destruction loop to purge the data before her system could harvest our files.”

“Hmph. As expected, the Clairvoyance trait anchored to Stella’s ‘Eye’ remains an exceptionally hazardous matrix that cannot be easily deceived,” Zegart hissed, a low rumble echoing from his throat.

“The central control vaults are insulated behind an ironclad network of high-tier defense garrisons, making a direct approach to those coordinates an comprehensively non-viable trajectory for now. However, my systems have successfully concluded a granular architectural audit on the surrounding mechanical infrastructure. Utilizing those data logs, running a detailed predictive analysis to decode the defensive barriers hard-coded into the citadel—including the absolute parameters governing That Anomaly—is entirely within my capabilities,” Tsukuyomi reported.

“Oh?”

“My profile was historically granted consecutive data loops regarding those specific blueprints direct from the lips of the previous Legion Commander, Lord Alchemist General (Alchemist) Izana himself. Naturally—given that this asset is classified as an absolute top-tier intelligence file, I have flatly blocked my system from leaking the data to a single external entity,” Tsukuyomi validated.

“Magnificent. There is absolute zero requirement to pass that intelligence file to the Demon King’s network. Enforce a strict data lock and restrict that payload exclusively to my own profile.”

“Orders flawlessly logged, milord.”

“Our strategic window has successfully initialized,” Zegart boomed, his towering frame slowly rising from the stone floor. “The fragment of the Demon King’s Blade permanently anchored to my arsenal, intersected with the fresh weapon shards and Miracle-class armaments Sigmund masterfully harvested from his latest deployment. Backed by your taming and alchemical matrix, which scales as the absolute highest tier across the entire Demon World—the realization of my ultimate grand ambition is a hard-coded mathematical certainty.”

Venting the world-ending declaration, the ancient general cast a cold, dominant look down upon the mechanical automaton and the avian beast-kin kneeling at his boots.

“Let us execute return transit to the capital.”

“Optimizing navigation parameters immediately, milord.”

“Your absolute will shall be done.”

“First item on our itinerary: initializing a formal audience with the current Demon King, Freed. Let us run a granular diagnostic check to verify the exact structural capacity of his vessel. And immediately following that audit, we shall map out our vector to seize the high throne that is bound to become my sovereign property anyway—”