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Epilogue 

Three days after the showdown with the Demon Overlord— 

The Fallen-repelling barrier had finally been restored. Galford declared the battle a victory, and the town erupted into cheers. Even after sunset, there was no sign of the excitement dying down. At that rate, it seemed like the festivities truly could last for a month. 

That was simply how grave this battle was. Many lives were lost, but it was said that the survivors had a duty to live on for both themselves and those who were lost. 

Diablo, however, interpreted that saying as, “Let’s laze around enough for both ourselves and those who were lost.” 

At the Peace of Mind Inn - Hideout— 

Today was yet another day Diablo spent lying in bed. His HP, MP, and SP were all perfectly restored, and his fatigue was all gone. He simply spent the days lazing about for no particular reason. 

Bless thee, mighty days of sloth! 

Days where you didn’t have to do work were blessings. Diablo pondered how these days were what people lived for. A sweet drowsiness soon came over him, and he closed his eyes...

“Diablo.” 

Someone had called his name. 

Hm? 

A feeling of déjà vu, having seen this once before, assailed him. 

“Diablo, please wake up.” It was Rem’s voice. 

He opened his eyes, and what greeted him— 

“Whaaaaaa?!” 

It was, without a doubt, Rem. But what she was wearing was an outfit so daring it left little to the imagination. It was as white as a wedding dress, but her skin was more visible in it than any normal lingerie would enable one to see. She wasn’t quite nude, but that only drew the eyes to her more. 

Shera was also present, snuggling up to him. She was even more dangerous because of her voluminous chest. Her impressive swellings jiggled and swayed within her see-through outfit. She was kneeling on the bed, approaching him slowly. 

“Diablo?” 

“Wh-What are you doing?!” 

Is this a dream?! 

Shera’s hands crept onto Diablo’s lap. The realism of that sensation blew away any suspicion that this may be a dream. This was no hallucination or delusion. 

“I heard you made Rem your wife, too, Diablo?” 

“Uuu...?!” 

He was actually planning on doing so more gradually, at the right time, after consulting Shera first. But, because of Modinaram, he had to give Rem the ring under such circumstances. 

So this isn’t my fault! 

“Polygamy isn’t accepted in Lyferia,” Rem whispered in his ear. 


“Uuoh?!” 

Cross Reverie’s marriage system didn’t support it either, come to think of it... 

“But you’re the king of Greenwood, Diablo. Maybe it’s allowed there?” 

“I wonder?” Shera tilted her head quizzically. “No one’s ever done it before, so I don’t know.” 

“If anything, Diablo gets to decide if it’s possible or not. He is the king, after all.” 

“Yep, you’re right. He’s the king.” 

Diablo was filled with anxiety. Wouldn’t a king’s first order immediately after rising to the throne being “Polygamy is now permitted!” be too dark of a setting? What would the minister of internal affairs, Drango, and the mother queen say? 

“It’s not like the law matters, anyway.” Shera threw back her golden locks. 

It doesn’t?! 

“...That’s true,” Rem agreed. “It doesn’t matter. Diablo, from what I hear, you haven’t done...erm...that, properly with Shera yet?” 

“Aaah, huuh?” Diablo’s sight was swimming. 

“And you said to leave everything to you,” Shera said, puffing her cheeks sulkily. 

I’m sorry, for real. 

“...And so, erm...” Rem mumbled, the blush not being limited to her cheeks but going all the way to her neck. “I thought it might be best if you...erm...include me...so we can form some...err, established facts... No, I mean, solidify this relationship properly. Such is my conclusion.” 

Such was her conclusion, eh? Diablo had to doubt the integrity of her reasoning. 

“Well, forget the complicated stuff, let’s just do it.” Shera leaned forward. “Let’s do it, and properly. So, what do we do?” 

“...We start with a kiss.” 

“Wow, you’re really savvy, Rem.” 

“...For the sake of dispelling any doubts, I will point out I have no experience with this.” 

Rem also placed her hands on Diablo’s shoulders. The touch of their soft, gentle hands completely bound Diablo’s freedom of movement. 

They whispered into his ears. 

“...This is all your fault, you know... I’ve been waiting for you, but you wouldn’t come to my room once these past three days.” 

“That’s right, it’s all your fault, Diablo.” Shera nodded. “I never knew you didn’t actually do it properly.” 

“I was... I am a busy man!” 

Rolling around aimlessly in bed was serious business of the highest priority. In no way, shape, or form was he avoiding them because human relationships were a drag... 

Looking to the left, his eyes met Rem’s. Her cat ears were twitching. Looking to the right, Shera’s breasts were blocking his field of vision. 

I’m done for... 

His rationality was, at least. 

The two girls’ lips drew toward Diablo’s. Rem and Shera were breathing more heavily than usual, as their lips...

To be continued... 



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