Chapter 103: Celestial Blade

"Hey, hurry up and put that corpse there!" exclaimed a blue-haired demon. Their queen had already issued orders for the next batch of monsters to be sent.

However, due to the depletion of monsters and beasts in the forest, any further delays could result in severe consequences—perhaps losing their heads, or worse, having their souls devoured.

In response to his urgent command, the two other demons quickened their pace, hastily piling up the corpses.

Eager to expedite their task, they were aware that their queen had been in a good mood recently. By finishing the job faster, they hoped to mitigate the added delays and, if lucky, receive a reward or some form of recognition.

"Hey, you're all demons, right?"

exclaimed a voice from behind them, catching the attention of the three demons. They turned to the source, and what met their eyes forced them to halt in their tracks.

Speechless and breathless for a moment, it wasn't the beauty of the black-haired woman with silvery-gray eyes that affected them, but rather the overwhelming pressure she radiated.

Despite her outwardly unassuming appearance, their survival instincts screamed that the woman standing before them was far from harmless.

The sensation they felt as they looked at her was one of deep, unreachable, and undeniable power.

No visible aura or mana emanated from her, yet the inherent pressure she projected made it seem as though the Demon King himself were scrutinizing them—an intimidating force that struck fear into the very core of their demonic existence.

"Are you guys mute or something?" questioned Siena, her voice cutting through the stunned silence that had befallen the three demons.

"W-who are you?" stammered Vatalar, the blue-haired demon, managing to break free from his stupor.

"Siena."

"Siena?"

"You asked me who I was, right? I'm Siena, Siena Scaith to be exact."

Vatalar, the blue-haired demon, found himself at a loss for words as the weight of the situation sank in. He was standing before one of the few beings in the mortal realm whom the Demon King explicitly instructed his legions to avoid at all costs.

There were four individuals about whom the Demon King had issued explicit warnings.

These four formidable entities were none other than the emperor of magic and Lord of Dragons, Vortigon;

The blood monarch and progenitor of vampires, Elizabeth Vespera Bloodraven.

The as-yet to be seen Hero of humanity.

And finally, the celestial blade Siena Scaith. Rumors circulated that the celestial blade had transcended the boundaries of a mere sword master, wielding a weapon capable of cutting even the gods themselves.

The gravity of the encounter with Siena Scaith left Vatalar apprehensive and uncertain what to do.

Suddenly, Siena closed the distance between her and the green-haired demon, seizing her by the horns. The green-haired demon offered no resistance, simply allowing Siena to take control.

The gravity of their predicament hung heavily in the air, evident in the expressions of dread and fear on their leader Vatalar's face.

The green-haired demon recognized the futility of attempting an escape; the consequences were clear, and any attempt to evade their predicament would result in her being scattered into a thousand pieces on the ground. The oppressive atmosphere created by Siena's mere presence made resistance seem futile.

"This demonic miasma, you really are demons. I was having doubts due to your pretty elf appearance, but it seems you possessed these bodies, huh?"

"So, how exactly did you possess these bodies?" Siena inquired, her hands deftly turning the demons around as if they were mannequins.

"Who summoned you guys? Judging by the amount of mana you possess, you're not even mid-ranking ones—well, except for that blue-haired guy up there, who seems to have the average strength of a mid-ranking demon"

"Whoever summoned you guys must be really powerful, eh? After all, even if you guys were low to mid-ranking demons, your mana consumption rate is a lot higher than that of spirits. How intriguing," mused Siena.

Mila, being a half-fairy and half-elf, one of the two beings closest to nature, had the ability to empathize and understand nature's emotions and thoughts.

Hearing the World Tree's cries for help pained her deeply, as most of her childhood memories were intertwined with this sacred place.

"Do you know this place?"

"Yes... I used to live here... but this is not what I remembered it to be... What happened?"

"Well, let's find out, shall we?" said Siena nonchalantly. Even in the tense and heavy atmosphere, for Siena, this seemed like a fun mystery event that she had to solve, or her curiosity would get the better of her.

As much as she wanted to see and punish her disciple again, that would have to wait for the time being.

"You, who are you?" asked a flying demon as he scouted the corpses being teleported in the area.

Siena just smiled, looking at him.

.....

As my consciousness gradually returned, I found myself in an unfamiliar room, disoriented as I gazed at an unknown ceiling.

"Oh right, I'm in Faerielight now," I mumbled, trying to shake off the remnants of sleep that clung to me.

An overwhelming fatigue enveloped me, reminiscent of the exhaustion I felt when I lost my virginity. It was like my very essence had been drained from my body, recalling that succubus Lilith had sent me as a birthday gift.

Glancing to the side, Elaniel was nowhere in sight. Had she already woken up?

Summoning what little strength remained, I stood and approached a mirror. The reflection revealed a noticeable thinning of my form, indicating that Elaniel had not only consumed my mana but also absorbed my essence.

The question lingered – what exactly was she? She didn't fit the mold of a monster or demon; instead, she seemed akin to an entity with connections to my mother's enigmatic race

When I inquired with my sister back at the academy, she remained elusive, neither confirming nor denying any connection between Elaniel's existence and hers.

"Oh, you're awake, Father~" said Elaniel as she hugged me from behind. "Did you have a good night?"

"Yes...." I replied sheepishly, still feeling a bit sleepy.

"Then we should—"

Suddenly, Elaniel cut off her words, her expression turning serious. It didn't take me long to realize why she acted that way, as I sensed someone powerful suddenly appearing out of nowhere.

"Stay here, Father," said Elaniel as she was wrapped in darkness before disappearing.

"W-wait!" I tried to stop her, but she just ignored my words. Suddenly, the doors in the room locked, and even the window was blocked by some kind of protection magic.

The air in the room got tense as I was anxious, wondering what was happening outside.

Sighing, I approached my bed, resting my body once more trying to meditate and recharge some little mana.

I don't know who suddenly appeared, but their power was overwhelming.

I'm sure not even Elaniel could beat them; she would probably get one-shotted before she could even adapt.

The situation had taken a turn for the worse as Elaniel is important for my upcoming plans.

I got up once again, raising my hands, and a black portal appeared. I connected this portal near the castle gate as an assurance, in case Elaniel locked me up last night.

I almost fell down, exhausted as I used my sister's authority in my tired state, but I must move. I don't know who came, but whoever it is mustn't get away with my plans.