Chapter 181

The Game Difficulty
Is Crazy

Chapter 31

Penelope approached Glen by sending her servant, the three-eyed crow.

Hearing her low and polite voice, Glen quietly accelerated his thoughts.

To be honest, the fact that Penelope—one of the Demon King’s army commanders—was now in front of him was not that strange.

—Return to the Land of Demons and wait for the right time. And contact me regularly.
—If I may ask… for what reason should I do so…?
—You interfered with my grand plan once. I should make sure the same trouble does not happen twice.

I knew she would come someday, since I said that.

He just did not expect it to be at such a random timing.

“…Elder?”

“Ah.”

Glen first adjusted his voice and fixed his gaze, just like before.

“Yeah.”

A low, pressed-down voice.

Right now, in front of Penelope, Glen had to act like a being equal to—or even stronger than—the Demon King.

“There was no news, so I thought you were dead… but seeing you send a servant so casually, it seems you managed to stay alive.”

“It is all thanks to the mercy you showed me that day, Elder.”

As if showing respect, the three-eyed crow placed one wing to its chest and slowly lowered its body.

Just as Penelope said, if Glen had not given her advice back then, she would have died for disobeying orders and moving her legion on her own.

“But I was truly surprised.”

“By what?”

“I had never seen anyone move so desperately just because the Demon King spoke a single word.”

So that’s what she meant.

Most likely, Penelope had used the name Glen gave her in front of the Demon King who was trying to kill her.

“The undertaker story, you mean.”

“Yes.”

If it was the Demon King, he would obviously react.

After all, it was the name of the enemy he hated more than anything.

Of course, Glen was just borrowing the name of someone the Demon King wanted to kill with all his heart.

“Hmph. Emotional as ever, that one, whether it’s the past or now.”

“…May I ask for what reason you are called that…?”

“……”

“I-I mean… no matter how I think about it, ‘undertaker’ does not seem like a title that suits a noble being like you, Elder…”

Penelope showed clear tension in every movement of the crow—Glen’s expression, his fingers, even the slightest movement of his eyes.

Still, she said that because she wanted to obtain even a little information about him.

That was why Glen suddenly felt playful.

“Are you saying undertakers are lowly creatures?”

“T-That’s not what I meant! I-I was only saying your greatness—!”

“It was a joke.”

“Ah? Ah… ah, ahahaha… s-so it was a joke…?”

Even though he was only looking at her servant, Glen could clearly imagine what kind of face she was making.

“It would be better for you not to be too curious about me. Unless you truly intend to follow me.”

“I-I truly wish to follow you, Elder!”

She was unusually serious for Penelope.

Perhaps she had firmly decided that choosing Glen—who was suspicious but spared her life—was better than choosing the Demon King, who killed his subordinates like ants.

“That’s enough. Give your report. I didn’t call you here to hear pointless chatter.”

“Y-Yes. Understood…”

With an even more subdued voice, Penelope continued.

She reported what had happened after withdrawing her legion.

After the battle between Glen and her legion at Avenue, the Demon King’s army had shown no special movements.

Just like in the original story, they had deployed each legion across the entire border region and were preparing for a full-scale war against humanity.

Looks like everything except the Wordsworth part is following the original scenario.

However, compared to the original, there were also differences—most notably, the legion commanders.

“You were pushed back from the front line?”

Penelope Ogma, who had been in charge of occupying the Wordsworth territory, was pushed to the rear with the 8th Legion.

“Yes. They said that since we are mainly mages and witches, we should just provide support from the back…”

That was entirely possible.

Rupellos, the Demon King, was ruthless toward failed subordinates.

In fact, it was more surprising that he did not kill Penelope.

“Then who is your replacement?”

“The 5th Legion Commander, Qasim Brion.”

“Qasim Brion?”

It was a name Glen had never heard before.

This must be because of that.

《The Eight Legion Commanders of the Demon King – Lunatic》

: In the original story, the eight legion commanders of the Demon King were not that strong compared to their reputation. To fix this, three lower-ranked commanders were removed and three new commanders were added.
: In that process, Penelope Ogma—who was ranked 5th—and her legion were pushed down to rank 8. Now, there is no legion commander weaker than her.

Back when Glen fought Penelope’s legion at Avenue, this Lunatic Trial appeared together with the Lunatic element assigned to her.

If someone strong enough could push an 8-star witch like Penelope from rank 5 down to rank 8, he had to be quite capable.

“I do not know him. What kind of man is he?”

“To put it simply, he is like a beast. There is no dignity of a high-ranking demon in his words or actions—just a savage man.”

Her explanation sounded filled with personal emotion.

“I am not interested in his manners.”

“Ah—s-sorry. As for his strength, he has reached the eighth demonic realm. I have never seen him fight myself, but I heard he fights like a high-level monster from the Pantrakia Valley, a werewolf.”

Fights like a werewolf… I can roughly imagine it.

“And his legion?”

“It matches his savage nature perfectly—dirty and—”

“……”

“M-mostly armed with axes and claws…”

From what he heard, it seemed manageable.

If Qasim himself was the only variable, it still did not seem enough to break through the reinforced defenses of the Wordsworth territory.

Even if I can’t return in time, Sister should be able to hold them off.

After that, Penelope smoothly listed new legion commanders Glen did not know and the strength of their legions.

She even delivered top-level secrets that differed from the original story.

Information really is sweet, Penelope.

If he had let her die by the Demon King’s hand back then, he would never have gained this.

“That is all, Elder.”

“Good work.”

“…Elder. I am truly… truly sorry, but may I ask just one thing?”

As Glen silently stared at the three-eyed crow, Penelope swallowed hard, hesitated, then spoke again.

“E-Elder! If you answer only this question, I promise I will never trouble you again!”

Seeing her servant’s anxious appearance, Glen quietly motioned with his chin.

“Thank you, Elder. It’s just that… as I answer your questions, it feels like you are standing on the human side, preparing for the Demon King’s army… so perhaps you are—”

Her voice grew quieter and quieter, but it was a reasonable doubt from her position.

If Glen was truly on the human side, she would only be used and then killed.

“Not a demon…”

“You wish to ask whether I stand on the side of humans instead of demons, correct?”

“B-But no matter which side you stand on, I am prepared to follow you, Elder!”

Fearing that she might anger him and die, Penelope desperately pleaded.

“……”

“E-Elder…”

Hearing her almost tearful voice, Glen realized something.

She’s truly shaken.

Penelope’s desperation was stronger than he expected, so Glen considered several possibilities.

Then, as one idea crossed his mind, the corner of his lips lifted faintly.

“You say you are prepared to follow me no matter which side I am on… Are those words completely sincere?”

“O-Of course! If possible, I want nothing more than to escape the Demon King and serve you as soon as possible!”

He wondered what had happened between her and the Demon King after she withdrew her legion—but it hardly mattered.

An 8-star witch was begging him this earnestly to be used.

“Then I shall give you a chance.”

“A-A chance?”

“Yes. A chance to take a test that proves your sincerity to me.”

A cunning light shimmered in his gray eyes.

“If you pass, I will tell you everything.”

On an expensive inn bed, Romina woke up with a refreshed face.

When was the last time she had slept so comfortably while monopolizing such a wide bed?

Compared to before meeting Glen, everything now felt satisfying—but due to her outward position as an exclusive maid, there were clearly things she could not enjoy.

“Fhuu-ut!”

Stretching and clearing her drowsy mind, she threw open the window.

Fwooo—

Cold winter morning air rushed into the room, but she did not mind it.

“Ah~ it’s cold.”

Perhaps because her heavy heart from thinking about her father had been comforted without her realizing it.

Even though there was a battle scheduled for the afternoon, her mood was strangely high.

I’ve got a good feeling.

It felt like something good would happen.

Maybe the battle would end cleanly without even breaking a sweat, or maybe she would show a performance that would shock Glen.

However, that refreshing mood shattered the moment she went down to the first floor for breakfast.

“Huh…?”

In the dining hall sat a familiar gray-haired boy—Glen.

Normally, it would not be strange since he usually slept until she brought breakfast, but that was not why Romina was shocked.

“Ah. You’re here. This is Romina.”

Glen casually pointed at her.

And following his finger—

“That person is the one who serves you, Elder…”

A familiar red-eyed woman looking at her.

A face she clearly remembered.

Back then, her pupils were not round like that—they were long and slit, like a snake’s…

“Ah?!”

She remembered.

In her memory, that woman had faced Glen in a forest near Avenue.

She had been fooled by Glen’s cunning lies and withdrawn her troops despite overwhelming strength.

Her name was…

“Penelope… Ogma?”

Romina’s amber eyes twisted into a bizarre shape.

“Sit down first. I’ll explain.”

She’s genuinely shocked.

Seeing Romina’s expression, Glen swallowed a wry smile.

Well… given the situation, it makes sense.

A being who was a legion commander of the Demon King’s army was boldly standing in human territory—how could that be reasonable?

But if you pressed that logic, Romina herself—the daughter of the previous Demon King—had walked through the center of Istirenne and even visited the Grand Cathedral.

The most absurd thing was two high-ranking demons being surprised to see each other inside a human-run inn.

Anyway, to explain this bizarre situation simply, Penelope had joined as a temporary party member.

A temporary party member.

The Morus Temple that Glen planned to clear today was quite high-level.

It started around the lower 7-star range and rose to the mid-8-star range at the deepest level, so their combat power was rather tight.

And now, extra strength has been added?

Penelope was originally here to report, but she was also the head of the Witch Council.

An existence with eight demonic rings—after Glen, the strongest in the area—was begging him nonstop to take her in.

She said that if she stayed near the Demon King any longer, she might get killed, so please make her a subordinate.

Is there any reason not to use her?

Glen had already gone as far as clearing Lunatic Trials using Lunatic elements.

Of course, once this was over, she would return to the Land of Demons.

But there was no reason to throw away such profit with almost no risk.

The problem is Romina…

Since Penelope had been present when Romina’s father—the previous Demon King—was killed, Romina might resent her—

“Rupellos? Ha! Absolute trash of a demon. Honestly, things were much better when Lord Diaro was the Demon King.”

“Ohh~ is that so?”

“Of course. Lord Diaro was a role model for all witches and mages. But that savage swordsman—tsk.”

They say people bond faster over shared dislikes than shared likes.

Whether she meant it or not, Romina slowly uncrossed her arms, the corners of her lips twitching at Penelope’s honeyed words.

Then there’s no problem, right?

It seemed that this Morus Temple raid would proceed far more smoothly than expected.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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