Crusader King

[Captain Hilgo]

It had been two years since the unknown demon had vanished from their continent, and in all this time Hilgo had been searching all over, but he hadn't found anything despite even flying over the entirety of the ocean and heading to both of the continents that were hidden from most of the world.

Indeed, it had been a nightmare to gain approval to do that, but in the end he had been watching the entirety of the ocean, scanning, searching for the first year after he escaped, together with an entire army, after all it would be a nightmare if such a monster one day just appeared at the castle, especially with the insane growth that this thing had shown to have.

That demon had after all arrived as an apex-rank, an especially powerful one, and left this world at a presumed lord-rank, most likely the peak, something that Hilgo had barely been able to reach after he had broken through the limitations of the species and been sanctioned by the royal family, gaining their favour after having fought the demon and becoming a kind of hero in the eyes of the public.

Finally, he had just reached the peak of the lord rank, although he probably wouldn't be able to rank up anytime soon after he had forced his body to gain all that power through countless elixirs and ancient treasures of the empire of rescue.

However, he didn't need to, no, he had been promoted to the commander over the holy knights of the great goddess, the one whose name he didn't dare speak aloud anymore after grasping at the true power they wield, the gods are indeed terrifying after all.

On the other hand Mangel had gone to somewhere else, wanting to do something that he didn't want him to know, however.

And now it was time.

While Hilo had been recollecting all that had happened, or at least the basics of it, he had been sitting on a small but comfortable chair in an overly decorated room covered in white and golden garments that kind of made it resemble a kind of pocket belonging to a giant or a kind of circus tent.

Interestingly enough this was exactly how the royal palace looked, and it wasn't made of stone, no, it was indeed made of cloth and soft materials, it was something that could easily bed destroyed by an attacking force, had it not been for the ingrained enchantment sorcery that covered every single square inch of this holy material that had to be created over decades.