In the evening, the noisy surrender ceremony had ended, and some of the old and weak women and children had fallen into a deep sleep after experiencing full joy and excitement.

Because the protagonist and the new lord "Savior" Max are out of power in the battle, and they are still unconscious, and the grand celebration party that was supposed to be held has been postponed.

The men, who had no alcohol to drink, had to continue their work, picking up the weapons and ammunition scattered on the battlefield, dragging and dragging them, and cleaning up the battlefield littered with corpses.

There was so much blood in this battle, and so many people fell forever on the cold ground, and the clean-up work will most likely continue all night.

Outside the door of the broken down RV, Camille and Old Jack sat side by side and handed Old Joe a lit high-end cigarette.

"Don't think about it, Celia is a good boy, her brother has already avenged her, you don't have to suffer anymore, she will be happy."

Taking a hard puff of his cigarette, Jack's barely stoppable tears swirled in his eyes again, masked in the smoke he spitted out.

"She, like her mother, never cried until she breathed.."

The old man fell into a heavy memory, and Camille sighed, and could only gently hold the old man's shoulder, which was trembling slightly from pain. Nothing was said, and the two fell back into silence.

In the RV, on the big bed that originally belonged to Camille, a traveling merchant, two people with a huge difference in size were lying flat.

The body of the demon king was completely uncontrollable because Liu Xinming's soul was exhausted, and he could only lie upright on the bed at this time, with a little warm down covered by Old Jack's patience.

On the side was a white sheet that was hard to find in the ruins, covering a small body.

The two bodies were the same cold at this time, and the two equally delicate faces were bloodless, and it is worth mentioning that, for some reason, the body of the demon king deliberately held the ten rings that had been in the shabby clothes and the necklace with the photo tightly in his hand.

The atmosphere inside the house was close to below zero, and the two cold "corpses" turned this place into a forbidden area that was difficult for the living to approach. Silence is a piercing, unlike any other sensation, absolute silence.

"Poof——! I don't know how long it took, but it seemed to be a light sound of ignition, accompanied by a tiny wisp of green smoke, and the white sheet that had been covering little Celia was burned to ashes.

"Brush the ——!" A pair of spiky membranous wings spread out on the slender back, and after a few blows, Celia had stopped breathing.

"Uhh——!hh As usual every morning, the innocent child seemed to have no memory of the pain of the previous death, yawned, his breathing was interrupted for ten hours, his heart froze, but it seemed that he had only slept for a while.

Slowly opening her eyes, she couldn't see herself at this time, otherwise she would be startled, two crooked horns appeared in her blonde hair, and a small spiky tail behind her playfully flicked around not according to the owner's wishes.

And in her eyes, the purple hell flames were blazing, which was a terrifying vision that only a Demon King level demon king had been able to show for a short time when he was extremely angry.

"It's hot, ah-" Like a child who hadn't woken up, Celia fell headlong into bed again.

Suddenly, she spotted Max, who was "asleep" next to her, and a good idea popped up in her little head.

Twist, twist, twist, hold.

"Ahh

Holding the demon king tightly with the cold body, Celia, who seemed to be extremely sleepy, fell into a deep sleep again. This time, however, her complexion was ruddy, like that of a newborn baby.

Until many years later, when people talked about the most painful step of the demon's transformation, "Demon Fire Burning", Celia listened as if she were an outsider.

After all, this has become the most terrifying test of a demon, and this child who was born with good luck has completely avoided it by entering the magic fire into the "Demon Ace Filter", of course, she has never known about this matter, otherwise if she says it, even the demon prince will directly challenge her.

Even though I can't beat her...

Hearing the movement, Old Jack and Camille, who thought it was someone sneaking up, opened the door of the back of the RV almost with their hands and feet, and then saw -

The white sheet covered by Celia was nowhere to be found, and at this time, Max was tightly hugged by her side, and the sound of peaceful breathing spread throughout the quiet carriage. Camille had the courage to test first, only to feel a pulse that had become clearer and stronger, appearing on the two young men at the same time.

Looking at Old Jack's expectant eyes, Camille nodded slightly, pulled Jack out of the room where the two were sleeping, and carefully closed the door.

"How.. How's it going!? Jack felt so agitated before, and the rapid blood supply to his heart turned his face, which had become more and more pale from pain, to a little red.

Camille was also very excited, one was because even he didn't want to see this little girl who often came to his store to play leave like this, and the other was that just saying that the result would make old Jack that Max's favorability of himself soared after that, it was like a divine help!

Trying to contain an excited smile, Camille took Jack's hand and stared into his expectant eyes.

"Anyway, the goddess is above, this child has survived, although at one time we all thought that she was hopeless, but maybe it is the favor of God, she is now healthy!"

He opened his mouth and couldn't say anything, and Jack spun around a few times with his mouth open, and suddenly fell to his knees, and inexplicably began to pray.

"Nymph of the lake, thank you for your nectar... Thank. Thank you for your gift, and I mortals will be in awe and voluntarily throw ourselves into your arms, and may your glory endure forever! ”

Mistakes are repeated, and the prayers that stumble because of the throbbing catharsare all the feelings in the heart of this uneducated old man at this time.

At such a difficult time, such a miracle, all people would consider it the grace of the gods, and a devout believer in the pure church was born.

Praying indiscriminately, Camille just looked at it with a smile, thinking about how to turn the situation in his favor when the old man calmed down a little later. After all, a person who is miserable because of the loss of a loved one is far less controllable than an old man whose child has been lost.

The current situation, in my hands, thinking so in my heart, Camille looked at the moon in the distance, which was gradually slowly sinking, and his eyes were full of determination.