The Max Level Hero Has Returned!

In an instant, the demons sprawled before him, and Davey confidently puffed out his chest. Without horns, one could easily differentiate humans from demons, but these creatures had already been overwhelmed by the unique power of the Dark Lord that Davey had emitted earlier.

After a moment of hesitation, Davey decisively unleashed his magic.

Boom!!

"Ugh!" The demons that were lying prostrate trembled even more.

"Everyone, disappear. This is my territory. No demon shall step foot here."

"But, but humans are in this place…"

"Fool," Davey said coldly, slowly approaching.

He effortlessly changed his appearance as naturally as one would breathe. After all, no one knew the appearance of Perserque better than him. In an instant, his illusion changed, and to the demons, he now appeared as a silver-haired girl.

"Your, Your Majesty!"

One of the demons, a Swordmaster who had been groaning in pain, had wide eyes in disbelief. With his level of abilities, he must have encountered Perserque in person before.

"Why, why are you here…?"

"Almost ruined my plan because of you. Are you aware of that?"

Davey's words made the demon's eyes bulge.

The demon then dropped to his knees and started banging his head on the ground, uttering in despair and shame. "Please kill me for my disobedience to Your Majesty's wish!!"

Faced with his action, which suggested the demon might kill himself by banging his head on the ground if left alone, Davey quietly stepped closer and placed his hand on the demon's shoulder. Then, he gave a compassionate smile and gestured with his chin.

"Lift your head."

"But, how could I, a lowly demon…?"

"I am merciful."

"Oh, oh… Your Majesty!"

At Davey's smile, the demon's face lit up as if he was a priest who had just encountered his god.

"What's your name?"

"It, it's Mozuguz…"

"Alright, Mozuguz." Davey said in a calm voice, "I will forgive you."

"Thank, thank you! Your Majesty!"

Mozuguz, along with the other demons, showed extreme reverence at meeting their Dark Lord, who was like a god to them. In contrast, the faces of the humans who heard Davey was the Dark Lord went pale.

Mozuguz, who had once again bowed his head, slowly looked up and asked carefully, "But, but why are you here, Your Majesty…?"

"You dare to ask that question?"

"I'm, I'm sorry!" He hurriedly bowed his head, trembling.

"Alright, was it Nyx who instructed you?"

"Y-Yes, Your Majesty! Chief of Staff Nyx gathered the legion’s division commanders and gave orders! He ordered us to capture the humans scattered across the continent…"

"I see… So, that's the case."

From the beginning, Davey thought that the main culprit behind this situation must have been Nyx, considering that Perserque was just a symbol, a part of the power, and someone to occupy a position. If it were as Reina said, the whole situation began with the resurrection of Nyx.

"Your Majesty! Please give me your command!"

"Alright. Where have the others headed, excluding you?"

Mozuguz began to spill out all the information he knew without a shred of doubt.

The power of the Dark Lord applied the same to everyone, after all. The main driving force that moved them was the power of the Dark Lord that was transferred to Perserque, rather than her unique power. In the end, Mozuguz revealed everything he knew about the demons’ movements.

"Alright. I understand."

"Then, then, what shall we do with these humans, Your Majesty? If you just give the order…"

"No, let's stop oppressing humans."

Mozuguz's eyes widened. "Why…?"

"A cornered rat will bite a cat. Hasn't our legion already obtained much? These individuals are necessary for my crucial experiment, so don't dare lay a finger on them," Davey said.

Mozuguz had a perplexed look before his eyes’ widened in shock. "Understood, sir."

"Immediately, take all the soldiers scouring this forest and leave. And gather all the humans who have been enslaved and are heading toward the central Dark Lord's castle in one place."

"Collect them in one place…? Sir, there's a possibility of resistance…"

"You're refusing to obey? Who do you think stands before you?"

Magic started to flow from Davey's body. It was the magic of the Dark Lord.

"Her Majesty, the Dark Lord!!"

"Do you dare to suggest that Nyx's words carry more weight than mine?"

"No, absolutely not! Please forgive me!"

Upon hearing Mozuguz’s outcry, Davey felt a sense of satisfaction deep within while thinking they were all simple-minded fools. "Is Nyx daring to pose as the Dark Lord himself while disregarding me?"

"That, that is…"

"How dare you!!!"

Magic power exploded vigorously. The demons recognized the magic of the Dark Lord, but the humans merely perceived it as a distinct power emanating from Davey’s body.

Nevertheless, they had remarkable loyalty. However, unlike Mozuguz, the other demons appeared somewhat uneasy.

"Lord Mozuguz, if we fail to accomplish this task, Nyx's advisor may severely punish us…" one of the more intelligent demons logically questioned and contradicted Davey.

However, Mozuguz had already fallen for Davey's ploy.

"What? Nyx's advisor will severely punish us?"

Mozuguz’s words made his demon subordinates shudder. Simultaneously, he unsheathed the giant sword carried by a monster subordinate nearby. Mozuguz declared, "Severe punishment?! How dare anyone punish me, who moves under the direct command of the King!"

"But, but…"

"You blasphemous creature!!!"

Thud!!!

Mozuguz was visibly enraged, his entire face a mess. Consequently, his infuriated face appeared even more terrifying.

Without even managing to scream, the subordinate collapsed, and Mozuguz proceeded to slash his body with the giant sword.

Immediately afterward, Mozuguz bowed his head to Davey. "Oh… Your Majesty, I've dealt with the disloyal one…"

"G-Good, well done."

At Davey’s hesitant reply, Mozuguz sprang up as if he had received divine revelation. He then turned to Davey for further instructions.

"Go, you all informed me of the vital fact that Nyx's advisor might dare to rebel against me. Mozuguz."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

"I have a special mission for you. Continue to lead all forces as they are and monitor the movements of Nyx and those with him. Also, secretly relay my orders to all the division commanders of demons scattered across the continent."

"I will obey your command!!"

Upon hearing Davey's command, Mozuguz sprang up and turned around. His loyalty was impressive, and Davey had fully exploited it.

"Move! You worm-like creatures! Are you planning to disobey the King's command?"

The subordinate demons, who had been staring blankly at Mozuguz and their fallen comrade, quickly responded to his wild outcry and started to move in an orderly manner.

Watching them disappear from where they had come on wolves, Davey then turned his gaze to the trembling humans. Among them, Aeonitia, clutching a slightly peculiar object she had found somewhere, glared at Davey with a tense expression.

"What are you all doing? Lower your weapons."

"Don't joke around, Dark Lord!"

"Enemy of mankind!"

The humans’ reactions were understandable. Of course, Davey had exposed himself as the Dark Lord to extract information from the demons, but there was no need to do so with the humans.

"Do I look like a demon to you?"

A few of the humans hesitated. Indeed, to their eyes, Davey would have appeared as a hornless human since the very beginning.

"But, but just now, the demons…"

"They are merely fools deceived by an illusion."

With that, Davey slightly twisted the illusion magic inscribed on his body so anyone could see it. A faint wave of mana distorted his form before it returned to normal.

"Ma… Magic!"

Such an occurrence was enough for any observer to feel the effect of magic. However, some humans still could not trust Davey.

How should he deal with them? What was the point of reassuring these villagers, who had no chance of revival? While he was pondering this…

"Aaah!!" Aeonitia, who had been staring at Davey with a stern expression, suddenly screamed and collapsed.

All eyes turned to her. Instinctively, the man presumed to be her husband, or guardian, supported her, but she could not stand easily and clenched her teeth. She was crying out in pain.

"Ah, Aeonitia!"

"Oh dear! Is she having contractions?"

"Urgh… Urgh!"

Confused men and women did not know what to do and shuffled about restlessly.

"Is there no doctor?!"

"There isn't! Sir Goren was injured badly while foraging for medicinal herbs in the forest not long ago..."

"Darn it!"

Aeria tugged lightly on Davey's sleeve amidst the confused crowd. She whispered, "It seems...the baby might be coming."

"Seems so."

Davey calmly approached those who were anxiously shuffling about and did not know what to do. At the same time, a few of them threw themselves forward to stop him, but he easily brushed them off and approached Aeonitia.

The woman, sweating coldly, had been a genius in her early teens in his world. She was celebrated in the continent as the "Princess of Clocks," making portable clocks, a great achievement, but here, she was merely a powerless woman. Depending on who was around or how the circumstances were, a person's fate could change.

"Stay back, demon!"

As Davey approached Aeonitia, she desperately tried to retreat from him, and others blocked his way.

"...just leave her to die?"

Upon hearing him, the crowd’s eyes widened in surprise.

"The twins are coming at a bad time, and the place is swarming with germs. If she gives birth now, either the mother or the babies might die."

"What do you know?!"

"I certainly know more about medicine than you. Make one more peep, and I'll tear your mouth apart," Davey said coldly, grabbing Aeonitia's stomach and pouring out divine energy. He ordered, "We'll operate before it's too late. Prepare a clean room and water."

"What, what…?"

"Did you not hear me?! Get moving, you wimps!"

At Davey’s roar, the villagers flinched. Then, they started to move hastily.

* * *

Aeria offered to help with the operation by summoning spirits. However, the only thing she could do in this different world was to utilize the clear spirit mana; summoning spirits was impossible.

"Spirit mana is enough."

Of course, because spirit mana was sufficient to help him, Davey did not stop Aeria from helping him.

"Can you save her?"

"Just watch quietly," Davey said calmly and laid his hand on the belly of Aeonitia, who was writhing in pain on the floor. Then, he lightly closed his eyes and spread a little mana to quickly grasp the situation.

[Pain relief]

[Shock immunity]

[Sixth Class Purification]

Davey poured out two types of magic and one type of divine magic, then quickly started moving with the scalpel in his hand.

Watching the human skin being sliced open, Aeria turned pale, but she did not look away and poured the spirit mana into Aeonitia's body. The spirit mana she had was clearer and stronger than other spirit users. Perhaps it was a trait of her race.

"Urgh. Please, please save my baby..." In the midst of her painful struggle, Aeonitia pleaded with Davey to save her child.

"Who's the baby's father? Where is he? Why can't he even show his face?"

Aeonitia slowly opened her eyes to glare at him.

Davey did not expect an answer, so he continued the operation silently.

The operation he was about to perform was simple. In a situation where the baby could not be born naturally, they had to cut open the belly and take the baby out. This was called a cesarean section in modern medicine. It was a frequently used method. In the past, many people had died because this method was not introduced.

'Aeonitia's body isn't suitable for an easy childbirth. I knew that, but actually seeing it, it's daunting... I have to introduce this method fully before Aeonitia has to give birth in my world...'

The operating conditions were not good. However, that did not matter. He could eradicate the germs quickly with purification magic and handle the burden on Aeonitia’s body with magic.

Davey's hands moved as if they were possessed. The skills taught by Hypocria were being fully displayed. All that could be heard in the suffocating silence was the sharp sound of metal and Aeonitia's groans of pain.

In that breathless situation, Davey quickly cut open Aeonitia’s belly and succeeded in taking out the twins struggling to be born. The silent babies let out a loud cry when he lightly slapped their bottoms.

"Wahhh! Wahhh!"

"Wahhh!"

At the sound of the two babies crying, some villagers opened their eyes wide and showed relieved expressions. However, when she saw Davey holding the babies and cutting the umbilical cords, Aeria was surprised and cried out.

"Davey, sir! Something's wrong! The baby is crying! Is it, is it hurt?!"

"Babies cry when they're born. It's normal."

"They're supposed to cry? But they're crying so sorrowfully..."

"Babies can't express their condition in any other way than crying."

"Ah..."

Aeria's face, wide-eyed as if she had realized a profound truth, was so cute that Davey chuckled without realizing it.