Return of the Sword God-Rank Civil Servant novel Chapter 572

What was he going to give him?

Had he heard wrong?

When Su-ho narrowed his eyes and looked at him, Grid spoke evenly.

“Don’t make that face. You heard right.”

“Yeah. With my physical specs, there’s no way I misheard. But does that even make sense? I know you’re the Demon King, but how exactly are you going to give me the Demon Realm? Is the Demon Realm an object?”

“There is a way.”

“Don’t tell me you mean it in some abstract sense. Like, ‘I became the Demon King, king of this world, so the world is mine, and I’ll give you what’s mine,’ something like that...”

At Su-ho’s long-winded explanation, Grid looked at him as if he were pathetic.

“I am Greed. Do you really think someone whose possessiveness surpasses all others would play word games like that?”

“That’s exactly why... that’s exactly why this is even stranger.”

“If you’re curious, then win the war. You’ll naturally find out.”

“Can’t you just give it to me officially as some kind of quest? Documentation makes everything cleaner. You’re a Constellation. You can do at least that much, can’t you?”

“No. In any case, I’ve said my piece. If you win this war, I’ll give you the Demon Realm. Whether you believe me or not is up to you. If you’re curious, then win. Then you’ll obtain the Demon Realm.”

Faced with Grid’s firm attitude, Su-ho could not bring himself to add anything more.

Fine.

If he was the curious one, then he’d just have to dig the well himself.

“Fine, got it. But if this turns out to be a lie or some word game, you’d better know I won’t find it funny. You saw what happened to the Six Great Demons in the Demon King Palace, right?”

“Heh. Yes. I’m looking forward to it.”

There were now fewer than twenty hours left until Phaidiak was removed.

Su-ho gathered the Olympian gods in one place.

Then, after making detailed adjustments to each sector, he conducted one final review of the order in which everything would proceed once the war began.

Naturally, Su-ho took command at the front.

Because the only person who cared about the outcome of this war was Su-ho himself.

“All right, if everyone’s confirmed their assignments, to your positions!”

At Su-ho’s command, they all scattered in every direction.

Now all that remained was to execute the plan the moment Phaidiak was removed.

It was after several hours had passed like that.

Rumble— rumble— rumble— rumble—

The sound of the earth shaking came from somewhere.

An earthquake?

No.

This sound, beating with a certain regularity, was no earthquake.

As Su-ho listened closely, he heard Hermes’s voice transmission.

“Humans are coming.”

“Humans?”

All of a sudden?

At those words, he mounted Cheolma and flew up, only to see that a vast number of humans really were marching toward the Phaidiak where he stood.

Su-ho quickly called Grid and asked,

“What is this? What’s going on?”

“Curious?”

“Of course I’m curious. What kind of question is that?”

“If you’re curious, why not go check for yourself?”

“You’re in the mood for jokes right now? There’s less than half a day left until the East-West War breaks out.”

“Even so, go.”

“I don’t even know the language here.”

“When I’m here, why are you worried about that?”

Grid grinned.

Was he seriously in the mood to joke even in a situation like this?

But Grid seemed sincere. He jerked his chin toward the approaching crowd, and after glaring at him for a moment, Su-ho let out a sigh and went down alone.

When Su-ho landed in front of the man standing at the very front of the oncoming crowd, that man raised a fist and signaled for everyone to stop.

Their skin held a pale bluish-white tint, and their eyes were red.

After a brief moment of consideration, Su-ho asked politely,

“Who might you be?”

“And who might you be?”

The man’s reply.

Fortunately, they could communicate.

And since Su-ho had shown courtesy, the other man answered with courtesy as well.

But although his words were polite, he was plainly on guard against Su-ho.

Then suddenly a thought occurred to him.

“Are you people from the Demon Realm, by any chance?”

“People from the Demon Realm?”

At that phrase, the man who had answered furrowed his brow.

“Yes. We’re people of the Demon Realm. But you have a face I’ve never seen before. And yet you know what we are. So what are you? A monster? Or perhaps something related to a quest sent by the system?”

Only then did Su-ho understand why they had come here in a mass.

They were a volunteer army.

A volunteer army meant a force organized by civilians to save a nation or society in a moment of crisis.

In other words, these people had gathered with one heart and one mind to protect the Eastern Demon Realm, their world, in anticipation of Phaidiak’s imminent disappearance.

And at the same time, he understood why Grid had smiled.

Because to someone who loved the Demon Realm, a volunteer army was something deeply lovable.

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