The Divine Eye And The Succubus Princess.

The Beast Emperor, Zegart, and I successfully dismantled the newly deployed reinforcement legion of the human Heroes. Every single specimen clearing the rift had belonged to their elite vanguard demographic, yet a minor succession of two or three wide-area offensive magic arrays loosed from my palm was more than enough to completely clear their forces from the database.

—Unilaterally sweeping those Heroes out of existence did zero percent fail to trigger a heavy trace of internal friction within my sub-routines. After all, my historical character profile had historically cleared the taxonomy of a Hero.

However, I ruthlessly suppressed those volatile emotional parameters, single-mindedly locking my focus onto the live battlefield before my eyes. Within my current timeline, my programming strictly dictated a solitary mandate: to protect my companions—to safeguard the demon race.

Shortly after logging a total clear against the hostiles, Zegart and I completed our return transit to rejoin the capital.

The exact millisecond our boots anchored inside the fortress, the conflict loops across the other sectors had already verified complete. The intelligence logs reported that Juda had successfully neutralized the Hero Army targeting the city of Baldos, before fast-tracking his navigation back to the capital to systematically wipe out the human vanguard invading this quadrant as well. Until his flight transit had cleared the timeline, Stella and Feria’s lines had masterfully managed to buy our network an immense chunk of valuable runtime, baring their teeth to endure the unmitigated pressure.

“Every single unit present masterfully checked off their objectives. My formal gratification to your profiles,” I vocalized, rewarding the loyalty matrices of my Supreme Commanders.

Lord Regal, who was currently locked inside a high-intensity engagement to defend the city of Jiregga, had yet to re-enter the capital’s grid. The data indicated he was actively trading blows against an alternate division of the Hero Army. However, the tactical variables heavily favored his legion, and his clear sequence was projected to finalize within a compressed block of runtime.

Furthermore, our perimeter scanning grids processed absolute zero indications of an imminent tertiary wave or fresh reinforcement adds. Maximizing this window to authorize a complete, system-wide rest cycle across our active army was the smartest calculation.

“Supreme Commanders shall immediately broadcast an administrative notice to command all legions to enter a mandatory rest state. Meticulously optimize your own recovery loops as well,” I instructed, addressing the six units compiled before my throne. “The exact fraction of a second an anomalous shift manifests across our strategic telemetry, fast-track the data straight to my office.”

Venting the final directive, I officially cleared the room to return to my private quarters.

Approximately thirty minutes of runtime ticked past.

Knock, knock.

“Lord Demon King, would your system authorize a brief entry loop for my profile?”

“Granted.”

The private threshold smoothly cycled open, and slinking into my personal space was the pink-haired beauty, her cascading tresses now tied into elegant twin-tails—Feria.

“What status variance triggered this visit, Feria?”

“My processors simply calculated that your system required a buffer space to drain your exhaustion parameters,” Feria purred, her features softening into an exceptionally beautiful, radiant smile.

“My internal indices are far from redlining. The physical cleanup cycles across the western frontier were almost entirely managed by Zegart’s lines, after all. And the localized skirmish inside the capital had already verified resolved by the time my transit cleared the grid.”

“Direct close-quarters combat metrics represent strictly a single variable, My Lord. Your system is undeniably processing an immense payload of deep, mental exhaustion, is it not? After all, this campaign marks the absolute first time your profile has been dictated to steer the master command matrix governing an invasion of this colossal magnitude.”

“That calculation… well, is entirely accurate,” I admitted.

Since my vessel had initialized its succession loop to become the Demon King, my profile had braved a non-zero succession of high-intensity conflicts. However, evaluating the parameters of those historical data files, they were near-exclusively restricted to horizontal one-versus-one duels, or isolated, brief skirmishes that completed their deletion loops in a single frame of runtime.

To lead an absolute, total defensive war—coordinating massive military legions to systematically oppose an infinite swarm of enemies invading multiple coordinates across the entire realm simultaneously—represented an comprehensively unprecedented experience for my lifecycle. Not strictly within my current timeline as the Demon King, but mapping across my historical human era as well. After all, back when my taxonomy cleared the requirements of a human Hero, my profile was logged strictly as a solitary vanguard warrior, meaning my system was completely devoid of an administrative ‘Command’ proficiency stat.

To evaluate the psychological toll, steering the strategic master matrix was exponentially more draining on my mental capacity than manually stepping into the physical brawling zone myself. Furthermore, even restricting the audit to direct physical combat, my own hands had just executed a summary liquidation loop to erase a massive demographic of human Heroes from the database.

“It’s zero percent a viable strategy to simply mount the Underworld Dragon, Belle, sprint straight to every single compromised coordinate, and unilaterally wipe the Hero Army out of existence to force an immediate clear loop… that layout is entirely blocked by the spatial geometry of the map,” I muttered.

The human Heroes were continuously, simultaneously initializing landfall across heavily fragmented, distant coordinate blocks. No matter how absurd Belle’s velocity parameters scaled, bridging those vast spatial gaps guaranteed a non-zero timeline lag. And across those precise microsecond intervals, the live strategic variables framing the field would continuously fluctuate, shifting frame by frame. The exact fraction of a second my vanguard evacuated a zone, a fresh wave of reinforcement adds would materialize to saturate an alternate sector.

The absolute difficulties framing this defensive master loop heavily out-scaled my initial simulations.

“Which is precisely why, when the system authorizes an administrative rest window, your processors must absolutely execute a total shutdown routine. My own vessel highly desires to inject its high-tier psychic properties to soothe your metrics.”

Venting the soft murmur, Feria predatorily closed the physical distance, pressing her supple mass straight against my chest.

“H-Hey, hold your vector, Feria—”

Don’t tell me her settings are preparing to unprovoked unleash another high-intensity Charm status-affliction array against my core, I thought, a tired smile cracking across my mind. Yet, before my diagnostics could even track her intent, Feria violently bypassed a boundary, throwing her entire physical mass straight into my arms to embrace my frame tightly.

“My internal code… sustained an absolute crash of pure terror opposite the Hero Army during our ancient campaign three months ago. Even within our current timeline, that severe trauma block continuously leaks anxiety packets to scramble my sub-routines.”

“Feria…?”

“The exact frame the secondary invasion initialized today, my fear parameters were aggressively redlining. However—the absolute microsecond my processors pulled up the memory files tracking My Lord Demon King, intersected with the magnificent combat metrics I watched Stella and the others display on the field… an intense, roaring surge of pure battle intent flawlessly overrode my fear code. The verified alignment of my precious companions masterfully granted my system the mandatory courage multipliers to force my frame back up,” Feria whispered, running an honest monologue stream. “Though my profile routinely relies on an external emotional shield, I realized with absolute certainty that as an elite member of the Seven Supreme Commanders, my vanguard must continuously optimize its output to aggressively back our network.”

“Your system is zero percent a basic liability that does nothing but absorb an emotional shield play. My office has successfully harvested the strategy files reporting that your psychic magic array single-mindedly locked the entire human vanguard inside an absolute stall routine,” I assured her, my features softening into a warm smile behind the cover of my mask. “If the alignment of your companions masterfully granted your system the necessary courage multipliers, your own execution simultaneously granted that exact same courage to the alternate units flanking your position. Your processors possess a hundred percent justification to hoist your pride metrics to maximum, Supreme Commander Feria.”

“ …Heh-heh. My deepest gratitude, Fried-sama.“

Feria unfolded a deeply bashful, beautifully radiant smile across her features.

“Mhm~”

Balancing her weight onto the tips of her toes to extend her vertical reach, she smoothly bridged the final gap to plant a soft, delicate kiss straight against my mask—precisely over the coordinate framing my cheek.

“Feria…?!”

“Consider that asset an un-routed personal premium payout to reward your validation, My Lord.”

“ …Kindly authorize my office to run an immediate structural audit tracking your precise behavioral protocols, Lord Demon King. And immediately alongside those metrics, Feria’s actions as well.“

“Whoa, Stella?!”

Stationed flawlessly right within the open threshold of my private doorway was Stella. Furthermore, her facial parameters were transparently venting an exceptionally dense, hyper-volatile wave of supreme displeasure.

“Honestly, Feria. Your system flatly omitted a basic door-knock protocol before breaching this perimeter.”

“っ…?! M-My profound apologies, Supreme Commander Stella. My auditory sensors intercepted the vocal frequency of an unauthorized female unit deep within the master’s private zone, so my motor controls involuntarily executed a high-velocity breach—”

“Heh-heh-heh. To witness your jealousy metrics redline like that flawlessly confirms your internal code is operating on an exceptionally innocent, textbook maiden frequency, Stella~” Feria teased, her smirk expanding into a playful grin.

“N-Negative! That analysis is an absolute calculation error! This performance variance is zero percent a jealousy routine; it is strictly my ironclad loyalty parameters operating at maximum saturation—or rather, stop deploying a diversion play to scramble my tracking frequency, Feria! Precisely what classification of illicit, low-tier interaction are your hands executing opposite the Lord Demon King?!” Stella shrieked, her jaw locking.

“Even assuming the contact point was insulated behind the cover of his mask, y-your lips manually completed a k-k-k-k-kiss execution array straight against the master’s personっ!”

“My, my. Did that premium payout trigger a massive surge of envy across your internal systems? Would Stella highly desire to authorize a matching execution for her own profile?” Feria giggled mischievously, her optical arrays twinkling. “Suppose our two units consolidate our alignment vectors to run a joint campaign targeting the true, unmasked face of the Lord Demon King—and this time, our targeting vectors shall explicitly lock onto his lips. Heh-heh-heh.”

“D-D-Do not dare to vent such thoroughly unrefined, scandalous system jargon! To lightly throw away my absolute First Kiss on a casual improvisation loop of that caliber is entirely—”

“So your un-routed internal monologue is explicitly logging a rejection parameter claiming that dedicating your pristine ‘First Experience’ to serve the Lord Demon King is a non-serving strategy?”

“My vocal array processed absolute zero data to support that thesis! I mean… if the designated recipient anchoring the transaction is strictly the Lord Demon King… then my system…”

Abruptly executing a highly flustered, cutely fidgeting matrix, Stella loosed a micro-fraction of her visual bandwidth to cast a swift, shy glance straight back toward my throne.

“Let’s fast-track a direct feedback check straight from the source: how does the Lord Demon King calculate the yield? Tracking our two profiles through your personal filters, does your matrix process our builds under the taxonomic category of desirable women?” Feria pressed, her smirk expanding.

“Feria! Your unprovoked insolence has completely broken past all structural decency protocolsっ?!” Stella screamed.

Her internal diagnostics were transparently on the absolute brink of hitting a total panic failure state.

“My, my. Regardless of your high-volume verbal protests, your processors are highly eager to harvest the output data too, aren’t they, Stella? The absolute, true feelings locked inside the Demon King’s heart.”

“Ugh… my sub-routines… heavily desire to capture that data… exponentially so…” Stella nodded, her face comprehensively flushed a hyper-saturated, brilliant crimson.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold your lines, you two.

Sifting through the real-time data logs saturating my executive quarters, I felt as though the primary conversational path had completely, catastrophically drifted into a thoroughly unmapped ballpark.