I Took the Demon King as My Wife

The continent was groaning under the weight of a prolonged war.

A war that had lasted over a thousand years.

A war that began to eliminate the Demon King who threatened humanity.
This terrible conflict had somehow spanned several centuries.

No one knows how many Demon Kings have been subjugated, how many heroes have been sacrificed.

Yet the war still had not ended.

There might be momentary respite from victory, but true peace had never existed, not even once.

Even after subjugating a Demon King, soon another would appear to threaten humanity.

When a hero was defeated, humanity retreated, immediately seeking out the one who inherited the power of the new hero to make them their savior.

Endless war.
Eternal conflict.

The results it bore were truly devastating.

The earth began to rot, stained with blood, and orphans and vagrants overflowed in the streets.

Countless soldiers perished, and the screams of those who lost their loved ones echoed throughout the continent.

Villages turned to ruins and cities became wastelands.

The sweetness of victory was fleeting and never lasted long enough to heal such wounds.

On days shadowed by defeat, it was like wounds reopening, like festering abscesses bursting.

This couldn’t continue.

Someone needed to end this war and put a stop to the eternal conflict.

To bring true peace to the continent, it was necessary to break this vicious cycle.

So, I sheathed my sword.

I wanted to envision a future without being intoxicated by the momentary sweetness of victory.

I chose a new path rather than the familiar one, deciding to pave that path myself.

I resolved to willingly do what no one else had done before.

For that, I needed the power of one other person.

“Demon King Eilena. Become my wife.”

The power of she who was the absolute evil and enemy of humanity.

It was absolutely necessary.