The Hero’s Mentor is a Demon (King) Witch

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This is a short record of a low-grade and terrible story occurring in the dreams of Rosmas.

Not something that happened in reality.

But something that might happen in reality.

I, the Demon King Belphegor, should never let this happen, or I will immediately abandon my body and possess a cockroach, thus tainting the world with cockroaches.

-Dream-

Hero, Arthur Lucius, defeated the Demon King.

And in the process of defeating the Demon King, he married the hero, the High Elf ‘Rosmas Terbation,’ who had genuinely helped him, and established the Great Empire.

The Elf Kingdom.

Originally, there were also humans mixed in, but the prince and princess born from Lucius and Rosmas—Half-Elf royalty—fell in love with many humans and had numerous children.

Thus, elves increasingly occupied a significant number among the kingdom’s citizens, and all the people of the empire became a mixed race of humans and elves— “Ganfr.”

However,

Still identifying as a High Elf, Rosmas governs the empire alongside the Hero of the Holy Sword.

High Elf Rosmas, based on the long lifespan of the elf race.

Hero Arthur Lucius extended his lifespan with the power of the Holy Wind Sword.

Even after decades or centuries, the two remained youthful.

In the appearance of their traveling days, Lucius and Rosmas lived as a loving Emperor and Empress of the Empire.

Look at the proof.

Lucius and Rosmas, the Emperor and Empress of the Empire, whispering their love to each other.

In the garden, after sharing much love, they walked hand in hand through the rose-filled garden, filled with warmth and affection.

“Rosmas.”

Lucius reached out his hand to Rosmas.

“My lovely flower. You are incredibly beautiful today as well.”

Rosmas slowly closed her eyes at Lucius’s touch.

Lucius’s hand brushed under Rosmas’s chin, and Rosmas quietly stood on tiptoe.

Sarak.

Lucius placed his index finger above Rosmas’s lips.

At his unexpected action, Rosmas frowned, but Lucius smiled gently while caressing her cheek.

“Kisses are only three times a day.”

“Really, how can that be?”

“You promised.”

“Wasn’t the one we just had a kiss?”

“That wasn’t a kiss… it was just a peck.”

Rosmas blushed at Lucius’s words.

It’s always like this after they got together; Rosmas could never win against Lucius in moments like these.

She already had everything.

“Lucius.”

“Yes?”

“Do you still have ‘her’ in your heart?”

“Rosmas.”

Lucius hardened his expression and knelt before Rosmas.

“Are you still doubting my love?”

“I’m not doubting. But…”

Rosmas turned her head, her eyes reddened.

“When I see the red roses in this garden, she comes to mind…!”

“No, no. That’s not why I planted roses in this garden, Rosmas.”

Lucius took both of Rosmas’s hands and kissed the back of her hands.

“I planted these roses for you. Out of love for you. I never chose them to remind me of her. This is…”

Lucius pulled something from his embrace.

“It’s for you, Rosmas.”

“Oh…!”

A silver-tipped white rose.

The subtle lavender at the end of the petals seemed to symbolize Rosmas.

“Most roses in the world are just red. But now, it will be different. This rose is truly a beautiful color.”

“I didn’t know such a rose existed.”

“Of course not. It’s a secret gift I prepared for you. Here.”

Lucius presented the flower bouquet that reflected Rosmas’s colors.

So beautiful, it seemed to contain Rosmas herself, making her eyes turn misty.

“I’m sorry. I’m not doubting your love, but I…”

“It’s okay. It’s understandable. I was at fault.”

Lucius stood up and embraced Rosmas.

“The Master is just a teacher. I never had feelings or affection for her. It was only gratitude for making me a hero.”

“Really…?”

“Of course.”

“Then why were you so cold to me back then…?”

“That’s because…”

Lucius scratched his cheek.

“…I was embarrassed?”

“Excuse me?”

“…I didn’t know how to act around the girl I fell for at first sight. As you know, I was just an ordinary man who had never even held a girl’s hand before.”

Lucius leaned forward, burying his face in her shoulder.

“But suddenly, you were asking me to lie down in bed with you, or go eat together. The Master pushed me in various ways, but I couldn’t express my feelings properly because I was embarrassed.”

“You were embarrassed about that…?”

“Of course. Did you think I disliked you?”

“…No.”

Tears streamed down Rosmas’s face.

Lucius, flustered, wiped her tears with his sleeve but was even more surprised when she smiled at him.

“Thank goodness… At that time, I really thought you hated me. I thought my charm as a woman was inferior to hers…”

“Ha ha.”

Lucius let out a half-laugh.

“…You’re laughing?”

“No, no, I’m not laughing… Hahaha!”

Lucius doubled over in laughter.

Rosmas felt slightly offended, but then froze at what Lucius did next.

“You’re cute, our Rosmas.”

“Yikes…!”

Fiddling.

Lucius gently stroked Rosmas’s pointed ear, smiling affectionately.

“You still think I liked the Master and pushed you away, right?”

“Ah, uh…”

“Is that not true? Just tell me straight. Am I right or not?”

“Y-yes…”

Rosmas couldn’t stay still against Lucius’s gentle touch on her sensitive ears.

Ears are very important and sensitive for High Elves, and touching them means….

“It seems it won’t do. I must show you how much I love you with my body.”

“Ah, aah…!!”

Sarak.

Lucius took Rosmas into his arms and disappeared into the depths of the garden.

*

Time passed swiftly.

Still youthful in appearance, Lucius and Rosmas gazed at each other with even deeper eyes.

“Lucius.”

“What is it, my lady.”

Now with a beard, he was the eternal Emperor of the Empire of Wind, governing humanity.

And Rosmas, as the sole partner of such an Emperor, had lived her entire life looking solely at Lucius.

“Time really flies. It’s already been hundreds of years since the Great Demon Lord Bel Phegor was completely defeated.”

“You still look as beautiful as ever.”

“And you too…”

Lucius took Rosmas’s hand and led her.

Though not particularly dangerous, Rosmas held one hand with Lucius’s escort and gently grasped her dress as they walked through the forest.

Step by step.

The two stood before a tree that soared high into the sky.

Under this tree, reminiscent of the World Tree, lay a woman with closed eyes.

Once a woman.

The lifeless red-haired woman wore a crown on her head and held a bouquet in her arms.

“Master.”

Lucius bowed his head before the woman.

“We’ve come to pay our respects again. Our… Rosmas is pregnant again.”

How many times they had come, he didn’t know.

Since saving the world.

The Sorceress of Crimson Lotus had expended all her power and perished alongside the Demon King.

Her soul, having departed from her body, became a constellation in the night sky alongside the Demon King, with only her body preserved beneath the embrace of the World Tree.

“Since you entered eternal rest, the world has regained peace. There are no longer demon races threatening humanity, and now humans and elves have united to become the new race, Ganfr, the rulers of the continent.”

“…Thank you very much, Witch.”

Rosmas knelt before the Witch, tears flowing.

“The world you saved, this peace you saved with your life… We will surely carry it on. And…”

Rosmas placed the Witch’s hand on her belly.

“…please watch over us this time. Our child. The child of Lucius and me, growing up for the peace of the world.”

“If you’re up there, please bless our new child.”

Lucius and Rosmas prayed.

Was it an illusion?

The Witch’s hand on Rosmas’s belly seemed to caress it as if blessing the birth of a new life.

“Witch, I’m so sorry. I think I finally understand.”

Rosmas smiled brightly, tears in her eyes, facing the Witch.

“You genuinely wanted to unite me with Lucius. In return for the love you wished for us… I will definitely live happily.”

Rosmas stood up.

“For our love to be happy… kyaa?!”

Lucius swept Rosmas up like a princess in an instant.

And, with their backs to the World Tree, he kissed Rosmas as they left the World Tree behind.

The Witch, who was left alone, merely smiled softly as she watched the departing couple.

*

“What a ridiculous pile of nonsense.”

I felt sick at Rosmas’s thoughts about my relationship with Lucius.

“This dream is just absurd.”

I thought I’d quietly see how far it would go, but it almost made me regurgitate from disgust.

“Wow… she was thinking such things about me? That’s intense.”

One shouldn’t judge others based on their dreams, but I felt I needed to reconsider my thoughts about Rosmas a bit.

sigh

But what can I do?

This is a desire of the unconscious, utterly devoid of any rational strings.

“I hope she can be happy even in her dreams.”

Swoosh.

I absorbed Rosmas’s libido, earnestly wishing for her subconscious desires to come true.

“After all, it’s just a silly dream that can’t be realized in reality.”