Seeing Milim's pitiful appearance, Ramiris's heart immediately softened.
"Fine, fine, I'll go and see for myself. Anyway, I haven't been out in a long time."
Ramiris sighed and took the invitation, which was larger than her own body.
"Then it's a deal! Next, I'm going to find Frey. Do you want to come along?"
Milim instantly stopped her tears and became excited.
"Hmm..."
Ramiris tilted her head, seemingly lost in thought.
"I guess so. You'll protect me anyway, right?"
"Of course! With me around, no one can hurt you."
Milim straightened her back proudly.
For certain reasons, Ramiris had fallen from being the Lord of Holy Spirits and Fairy Queen to just a Fairy.
When her magic power reaches its growth limit, she produces a clone of herself.
This clone becomes the new Ramiris; she inherits the entire self and continues to grow, eventually gaining strength that surpasses the mother body.
But the drawback is that she is particularly weak during her growth period.
Although she was protected by Guy and Milim, and no one dared to move against her, there was no guarantee that some brain-dead person wouldn't try something.
Therefore, Ramiris was generally a shut-in and rarely went out.
However, with Milim there, it would be fine. The title of destroyer wasn't just for show.
And so, the two of them flew toward Frey's Heavenly Wing Country, Fulbrogia... At this moment, the Queen of the Sky, Frey, was looking at the documents in her hand with a deep frown.
Not long ago, a prophet of the Winged Race had divined a piece of bad news: the Storm Great Tempest was about to regain its freedom.
The Storm Great Tempest was a magical creature formed by the accumulation of leaked Magical Essence from the Storm Dragon Veldora, and it possessed power on the level of an Awakened Demon Lord.
However, because it only possessed the intelligence of a beast, it was not called a Demon Lord.
Four hundred years ago, when Frey had just become a Demon Lord and hadn't even had time to celebrate, her territory was ravaged by the Storm Great Tempest.
The Winged Race was known as the overlords of the sky, but that was before they encountered the Storm Great Tempest.
The Storm Great Tempest had an intrinsic skill called 'Magic Interference,' which could throw all Magical Essence within a three-hundred-meter radius into a state of chaos.
In other words, magic-type skills would be directly nullified when approaching its body.
Only races with wings could get close to it.
You might not believe it, but although every member of the Winged Race has a pair of white feathered wings on their back...
They don't rely on their wings to fly, but rather on Gravity Magic.
As a result, it was a tragedy when they encountered the Storm Great Tempest.
The Winged Race suffered heavy casualties in that battle, and they still hadn't recovered even after four hundred years.
Fortunately, in the end, the Storm Great Tempest was sealed somewhere in the Jura Great Forest by a Hero; otherwise, the consequences would have been unimaginable.
Now that this thing was about to break the seal, Frey was naturally filled with worry.
Right at that moment, the door to the study was suddenly pushed open.
"Frey, I'm here!"
"Ta-da~ Demon Lord Ramiris has arrived!"
Milim came bouncing in, followed by Ramiris.
"Milim, Ramiris?"
"You two seem to be in a good mood. Did something good happen?"
"Oh! You noticed? It's like this, here, this is for you."
Milim smilingly handed over the invitation in her hand.
"I have a friend who created a country, and they specifically invited you to attend the Founding Celebration."
"Hey, hey, Frey, come with me, it'll be lots of fun!"
The two of them blinked their eyes, looking at Frey with gazes full of expectation.
"This..."
To be honest, Frey didn't really want to go.
The matter of the Storm Great Tempest hadn't been resolved yet; she was in no mood to attend any celebration.
However, the fact that Milim actually had a new friend was quite a novelty.
"Sorry, Milim, I might have things to do and can't go."
"Eh?!"
"That's such a pity."
Frey gave an apologetic smile, but her peripheral vision caught the contents of the invitation.
Address: Jura Great Forest
Huh???
"Wait, Milim, are you sure it's in the Jura Great Forest?" Frey asked with a serious expression.
"Yeah, didn't you know about the new country that appeared in the Jura Great Forest?"
Milim looked at Frey in confusion.
"Isn't that just a small town? Where did a country come from?"
Frey shook her head, indicating she didn't understand.
"Hmm... oh, I get it. Frey's territory is hard to enter, so you probably haven't received the latest news yet."
"Hmm??"
"A few days ago, Clayman sent an army of a hundred thousand to attack, but they lost."
"Nazarick is no ordinary town."
"What?!" x2
Not only Frey, but even Ramiris on the side widened her eyes in surprise.
"Hehe, impressive, right!"
Milim bragged triumphantly.
"Aren't you and Clayman in a collaborative relationship? Why are you gloating?"
Frey narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at Milim.
"The Pig-Headed Emperor has already been eliminated by someone, so the plan failed. The collaborative relationship naturally ended."
"The Pig-Headed Emperor?!" x2
The two were shocked once again.
Just how many things had happened in a mere month?
Frey and Ramiris looked at each other, both seeing the bewilderment in the other's eyes.
"Well, anyway, it's all in the past. Don't worry about it."
Milim had an indifferent attitude, but Frey thought of much more.
These guys actually brought out the Pig-Headed Emperor; then the loosening of the Storm Great Tempest's seal is very likely related to these two events.
Dammit!
If I had known it would turn out like this, I should have stopped them back then.
"Sigh!"
Frey let out a long sigh.
"Fine, since that's the case, let's go together."
"Yay!"
Milim and Ramiris happily high-fived each other.
Frey was helpless. Since things had come to this, she could take this opportunity to investigate the situation in the forest.
"Hey, Frey, I'm going to call Guy too. Do you want to come along?"
"Guy?"
Frey raised an eyebrow. "Do you think he'll have time to attend?"
"Uh..."
Milim scratched her head. "That seems to be the case. Well~ never mind, I won't call him then."
Then Milim thought about the remaining Demon Lords. "Hmm..."
"The rest of them are too far away; it seems like it's too late."
Milim agonized for a moment.
Tomorrow is the day of the celebration. If she missed the celebration herself, what a pity that would be.
In the end, she decided not to call them. Anyway, those guys probably wouldn't come either.
Thus, Ramiris and Milim stayed in Frey's territory, quietly waiting for the next day to arrive.
The Unyielding Milim
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