Closing my eyes, two tears rolled down my cheeks. I remembered the scene when I first met Bol.

It was a spring evening, and I had just been kicked out of a bar when I ran into this oval-shaped guy on the street. With his sandy-colored body, big round eyes, friendly smile, and slightly flushed face, he was staring intently at a cat-person girl.

From his sincere, passionate, and determined gaze, I could tell he had the heart of a gentleman. And he wanted to accomplish something big.

In that moment when our eyes met, we became friends.

There was no need for verbal communication; I understood what was on Bol's mind. It wasn't that he lacked courage or capability; he just needed some support from others, just a little bit.

So, I placed my hand heavily on Bol's shoulder. Although his whole body was oval-shaped, I wasn't sure if I was actually touching his shoulder.

Bol looked at me with surprise, but that surprise quickly disappeared, replaced by solemnity.

He nodded heavily.

He took action.

He lunged.

And then, because of the accusation of inciting and executing the melting of the cat-person girl's clothes, Bol and I were apprehended by the guards.

...

"Tsk, they got killed. Was depending on just a slime too much of a stretch?"

Faced with the grave situation at hand, I couldn't help but start biting my thumbnail.

"My master changes his mind faster than flipping through a book."

Eldew sneered at me.

"Oh no, what should we do? Things haven't improved at all. Sending a slime over was just a waste of time. The magical cannon will be fully charged soon..."

I cried out in despair, holding my head.

I should have known better than to become a random king. Not only were the benefits lacking, but I also wasn't respected. Only in times of danger would I be forced to go to the battlefield.

"Sigh, there really isn't any other way..."

Eldew sighed lightly and said softly.

From her tone, I sensed something was off.

I lifted my head and looked at Eldew's face. There was a determination I had never seen before on her face.

"Eldew, you wouldn't..."

Could it be that, for the sake of her beloved master, she would face the "Sea God's Companions" alone?

I couldn't finish the second half of my sentence because I was too overwhelmed with excitement, causing a choked up sensation.

"There really is no other way, master."

Eldew's voice was always so calm.

"No, Eldew, even though there's only a brat and a gay guy out there right now, there are still two heroes with them! Those so-called heroes are nothing more than clothed beasts. If the demon maid falls into their hands, they will definitely...definitely..."

"Since you're acting as if you don't want me to go, can you at least not be overly dramatic while retracting the platform?" Eldew raised an eyebrow and asked.

"No, this is the path you chose after careful consideration. I won't stop you because that would be disrespectful. I can't let the determination you've made go to waste."

I said in agony, feeling like my heart was about to bleed.

"Hah..."

Eldew looked at me blankly and then didn't say anything else, calmly standing on the retracting platform and slowly descending the city wall.

Watching her fading figure, I respectfully saluted.

Goodbye, Eldew! You are the hero of the City of Moria, no, you are the hero of the entire Western Aveland!

The wind blew across the plain, stirring up clouds of dust.

In this dry atmosphere, a fragile-looking girl walked confidently towards the enemy camp.

Oh, wait, she doesn't look that fragile after closer inspection.

Upon closer look, Eldew was actually carrying someone on her back.

Isn't that Meruvie?

Meruvie seemed to have fallen asleep at some point without me noticing. She had a comfortable expression on her face, lying on Eldew's back, even drooling a little from the corner of her mouth.

I knew that chirpy little creature disappeared midway. Turns out, she just got tired and fell asleep on the side.Recalling the conversation Meruvie and I had this morning.

"After all, it's a war with the heroes. As the master's maid, I also want to contribute."

Ah, this sentence feels so distant, as if it's been decades.

Well then, contribute!

What kind of contribution did you make? Besides using brute force to beat up your own master, have you done anything else on the battlefield? Once you've had your fill of causing trouble, you happily go to sleep. Were you sent by the heavens to punish me?

With eyes full of anger, I tried to intimidate Meruvie with my gaze, staring fiercely at her while she slept.

Damn it, if only her maid outfit didn't fit her so well, then...

Wait, something seems off.

I suddenly realized there was something strange about this situation.

If Eldew went down to the lower city to confront the hero party, she could've gone alone. Why did she have to bring Meruvie along?

Could it be that Meruvie, who appears to be a maid, is actually some anti-magic armor? In critical moments, she can be used as a shield?

Or perhaps, maid sisters can gain powerful strength through fusion?

It's really weird.

Speaking of which, when Eldew went down to the lower city, she not only carried Meruvie on her back but also had something in her hand. It was the white cloth and long pole she had been assembling.

Soon, Eldew arrived directly in front of the Temple of the Sea God.

In conversation with the two heroes, Eldew seemed unaware of what they were discussing.

Eldew's voice was quiet, and she had her back turned to me, so I couldn't hear what she was saying. But I could tell that the atmosphere of their conversation was not very harmonious. It had escalated to a point that made me feel nauseous.

"Be careful, Eldew. This hero isn't very reasonable. They might attack suddenly!"

I shouted loudly from the city walls.

Come to think of it, Eldew's situation is really terrible. That sword sheath around the waist of the girl with red hair is too extravagant. It's like having a fist-sized ruby and a silver-bordered chain. Could it be that the holy sword is inside that sheath?

Eldew, why don't you take a look at the heroes' faces when you're talking to them? What's with your eyes fixated on someone else's sword sheath?

The conversation between the heroes and Eldew lasted only a short time, and it seemed they had reached some sort of agreement on something.

Then, I finally understood the meaning behind the white cloth and long pole Eldew had been handling all along.

It was a white flag, held in Eldew's hand, fluttering gently in the wind.

After waving the white flag for a while, Eldew stepped into the heroes' camp.

...

This situation seems like...my maids have defected.

What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What? What?