Epilogue

“I wonder, what really is Heavenly Surge?”

A few days after the incident, Al was in his quiet office, thinking to himself while sorting documents. He only knew a handful of things about the strange phenomenon known as Heavenly Surge. It would only activate if both the Demon King’s scythe and a Diva’s relic were present and if their emotions and goals matched, and that it caused issues and abnormalities in the body after its completion. Everything else about it was unclear. However, there were other mysterious things happening around him as well. Who was Gil, the person who’d brainwashed Kanon? What was that crystal? The Empire’s very attack had irregularities, as well. Al had too many questions and too little information. He buried his face into his arms in desperation when...

“We kissed, he saw me naked, and we cuddled! I am clearly his legal wife now.”

“How dare you!? No, I mean, I don’t want to marry him at all, but...! H-He saw me naked too, and umm... we... kissed...”

“Hah! You call that ribbon ploy ‘naked’? Don’t make me laugh! Besides, he asked me for a kiss himself! What’s that if not pure love!”

While Al was on the brink of insanity in pursuit of answers, the girls on the sofa were openly discussing his most embarrassing moments in recent memory.

Haah, why does it come to this every time?

Just when he decided to ignore their conversation, he spotted Kanon inching closer to him like a kitten expecting warm and cozy snuggles. After it became common knowledge that she was a girl, Kanon decided to swap her burly armor for a light-purple dress. Though it was hardly a voluntary decision, as Al himself had shattered said armor… Looking at the girl pleading to him with her eyes, Al took a small sip of tea...

“Al! Let’s have sex!”

“Pfwhhhhh!”

Which he proceeded to spray all over the room.

“Whoa, what was that? Are you practicing a facial?”

“cough, cough! Where did that come from!? No, wait, where did you learn that word!?”

Al shouted at Kanon while trying to fight off his coughing fit.

“Why? The head maid told me that to increase the population, we first need to make babies. She also said that I should be cuddling and snuggling you a lot since you’re the Demon King’s vessel.”

That damn succubus... Why does she have to complicate everything!?

“Plus, you’re not just any man. You’ve conquered me on the battlefield! You’re my owner, so why wouldn’t we have lots and lots of seEEEEEEEEX!”

Her calm voice suddenly transformed into a scream. Feena snuck up behind Kanon and violently groped her.

“You still have these flabby excuses for breasts!? Go back home and get rid of them!”

Al had a front row seat to watch Feena fondle Kanon, giving her breasts new shapes and forms. In essence, he was witnessing a lascivious display of lesbianism before averting his gaze.

“Ow ow ow ow! Feena! You’re why are you so cruel! And it hurts! Your cruelty hurtsss!”

Finally free from her restraints, Kanon complained, but...

“What was that, you squabbly pudding!?”

Feena grabbed her wand and started poking Kanon’s chest.

“Anhhh! Nooo, Feenaaaa!”

She protested, but only verbally.

“You two really do get along, don’tcha?”

Sharon murmured, but…

“Yes!” “Not at all...”

She got conflicting answers.

“Haah... Listen, I have to work, so get out.”

Al grew tired of the commotion, but...

slam!

His door suddenly flew open.

“Al! I finally finished it!”

Cecilia stood on the other side, smiling from ear to ear.

“Finished what?”

She arrived with an unusual excitement in her eyes.

“Oh my, you’d like to know, wouldn’t you? Should I tell you? All right, behold!”

She thrust a bundle of paper at him.
It was...

“A bill for allowing marriage between siblings, parents and children, and men and women of all ages!”

He flipped through the pages that were filled with signatures.

“I collected signatures from Eshantel’s newly moved-in warriors, as well as our longtime residents. Two-thirds of our population is in favor of this proposal, and as such, the bill has finally passed!”

She said proudly, but...

“Cecilia.”

Al said, followed by a deep sigh, to his gorgeous yet deplorable sister.

“Cecilia. The warriors are not our citizens; their signatures don’t count.”

He looked at her with eyes full of pity.

“That’s correct, but when I marry Al, our citizens wiILL--! Feena, stop with the poking!”

“B-But that’s... putting the cart before the horse!”

Cecilia broodingly lashed out at Kanon’s failure to spot the real issue with her plans.

“Anyway, it’s dismiss--”

“Excuse me, Your Highness. Visitors have arrived.”

Suddenly, Lilicia appeared in the doorway.

“Visitors? Who’d come here now?”

There weren’t any visits planned,
so he asked Lilicia.

“That would be a messenger of Freiya, and...”

“‘And’? There are more?”

Al was already concerned, but his jaw dropped the moment he heard the other visitor’s name.

End.