May the World Be at Peace

Outside the cave. Angelica was investigating Qianli's talking sword, her beautiful profile showing a newfound focus. Meanwhile, the sword's owner watched her intently, his thoughts wandering. During this time, Qianli gained a lot of knowledge about magic. This made Angelica seem increasingly incredible; it seemed there was no magic she didn't understand or couldn't use... Except, of course, for Chihiro's two self-created spells. Perhaps it was because she possessed such incredible power that the world feared her. Qianli didn't ask why, after all, she trusted this Queen of Boheyura completely. "Do you feel guilty?" Angelica toyed with the sword, asking Qianli without looking up, "You suggested trampling on a very virtuous woman, do you feel guilty?" "Yes." Qianli did not deny it, but it was irrelevant. "But they are enemies." During the time she was identified as a demon, she tried countless times to explain herself, hoping that those who misunderstood her could clear up the misunderstanding with justice and integrity. But she witnessed how those who were supposed to uphold justice dealt with Beck on Sunny Island. Now, she has witnessed how those people are preparing to deal with her. She clenched her small, seemingly powerless fists to show her determination. "Since they won't give me a chance to explain my innocence, then I won't give them a chance to beg for mercy." "But don't forget, even if you're called a demon god, you're still you." "Just like Angelica?" Qianli said, "Our lives are actually quite similar." "They are somewhat similar, however, this proves that we were destined to be together." After Angelica confirmed Chikoi's feelings, she poured a little bit of magic into the soil, cast a small spell, and a branch sprouted. Holding up that seemingly ordinary branch, she said, "If you infuse it with magic, it will bear fruit, a fruit specifically used to tame fierce mid-level monsters." Qianli immediately knew how it was going to be used: "Uh, used on people... What effect would it have?" "It can produce immense pleasure, and addictive monsters will succumb, recognizing only the taste of this magic. This stuff cannot be detected and will not affect normal life, making it most suitable for use now." To be honest, this is a somewhat dirty tactic, and both Qianli and Angelica think so. "However, it can only be taken when the other person's will is most subdued and lax, otherwise it will not be effective…" Angelica lowered her head, "So don't come in to watch later, I'll take care of these shady things." "Let me do it, since it was my suggestion." Without waiting for her reply, he took the branch from her hand. "Hmm... Is this really a good idea?" "I'm not some pretty vase standing behind you, needing your constant protection. I'm a demon god, after all. It's nothing for me to share some of your stigma." After saying that, Qianli rubbed Angelica's face: "Don't come in later." "Um…" Then, Qianli infused a little magic into the branch, and several black, raspberry-like fruits appeared. After picking the fruits, she put the branch away and, reminded by Angelica not to break it, went back into the cave. Olivia heard footsteps and opened her eyes. Upon discovering that the demon god had returned, a sense of unease swept through her heart. But as a paladin who would never yield, she possessed a proud will. As long as her soul remained unyielding, nothing could tarnish her purity. Olivia A. Lacroix is a human. Like most members of the White Lightsaber Order, Olivia was born into a traditional family of paladins. However, her family was not as illustrious as most of the Eight-Armed Swords, and she was also a woman. In the White Light Sword Guild, which places extreme importance on bloodline and is dominated by men, she relied on her innate powerful magic, overwhelming talent, and diligent practice to finally become an outstanding knight who could hold her head high. Moreover, Olivia was born in an era lacking strong individuals, and it took her several years to advance through the ranks, eventually reaching the top position among the Eight Swords. He even inherited the title of "White Knight," and because of his upright, steadfast, kind, and pure conduct, he was packaged by the Holy See and the White Light Sword Order, becoming a new generation of holy representative. It is said that after accumulating some achievements, he may be recognized as possessing a so-called "holy soul," leaving behind a saintly reputation in history. Therefore, even something as simple as placing orders was entrusted to her personally, just to give her more credit. It was precisely because of this that she was unfortunately deceived by Angelica, fell into the hands of the demon god, and was tied up and thrown into a dark and gloomy cave. Bernie, the cave's owner, knew that minding one's own business was the secret to longevity, so he went out hunting. After listening to Olivia boast about her glorious and arduous knightly journey, Qianli found it amusing and bluntly called her out. "Is it because there aren't many strong people in this era that you got to benefit from this?" Olivia didn't deny it, she just glared at Qianli. "Filthy demon." She kept repeating such offensive words, her voice echoing in the narrow cave. Qianli then asked a few more questions, but Olivia refused to answer. She held her head high, looking down at the demon god before her, as if she had thought of something else to say. "I can smell the stench of your rotting flesh. Your soul is as filthy as maggots in a grave. Your coffin lid is covered with curses. Even if you pierce your soul with silver needles, you cannot purify your evil." After she finished speaking, her arrogant, defiant gaze continued to pierce him. Qianli was very much looking forward to seeing how this arrogant person would submit in a little while. Before using the drugs, she had already devised a plan to break down her willpower. She picked up Olivia's rapier that was lying next to her. Although a sacred aura emanated from the sword, it only caused Qianli a slight stinging sensation. He drew his sword, the beloved sword that had been with Olivia for so long, and slashed through Olivia's cloth armor. Her delicate skin was exposed, and due to years of exercise, her body was firm and without any excess fat—except for the two large mounds on her chest. "What are you doing!" She shouted, struggling fiercely, but the threads only tightened around her. "Need I say more? Do what a demon god should do." After speaking, Qianli concentrated her magic power and let it flow in her palm. Although she was embarrassed, she still pinched the flesh on her chest, which was quite soft and elastic to the touch. But a faint, jet-black magic clung to it. What would happen if this jet-black magic, with its ever-present, stimulating power, were used in certain special situations? Perhaps due to her exceptionally pure body, Olivia's physique was remarkably sensitive. The magic took effect immediately, causing a stinging pain that pierced both her soul and body, mixed with an indescribable, strange sensation that intensely stimulated her sensitive skin. This feeling filled Olivia with immense shame, and while the pain was unbearable, the strange sensation grew stronger. Sweat and tears mingled and streamed down her flushed cheeks. She gritted her teeth, too weak to even utter a rebuttal, and could only sob. "Be my servant?" Qianli asked. "That way I won't torment you anymore." "I'd rather die... Than..." Upon receiving this reply, Qianli sighed; it seemed she would have to continue. She covered her eyes, reached her hand inside her clothes, and groped her way down her sweat-slick skin until she finally reached a spot between her legs, exploring along the silky feel of her panties. Then, a little magic was cast on the female knight's sacred site. Immediately, she felt the torment of the magic. Because the sacred ground was too sensitive, Olivia's body twisted and trembled violently like a machine that had been switched on. Her face was also contorted with pain and immense pleasure. The ground was soaked with saliva, tears, sweat, and the holy baptismal water. "Have mercy on me... Waaah... It's... About to break... I'm... Going crazy." Qianli felt that it was about time and abandoned all shame: "Then, will you be my servant?" "No... No... This..." Her voice was no longer so hard and unyielding, but instead full of charm, and her face also became more charming and beautiful, which could bring out a woman's beauty more than any makeup. Seeing that she still refused to nod, Qianli extended two fingers, each wrapped with just the right amount of magic. She leaned closer to Olivia and whispered the sweet temptation of the demon god in her ear. "That was just outside. Now I'm going to put it inside. If you still don't agree, there's more to come. Can you handle that?" She trembled even more violently, shaking her head desperately. "Then I won't be polite." Qianli's fingers slipped inside her clothes again, leaving marks of heat and stinging as his magical fingers traced every inch of her skin. "No, no, please stop..." Olivia murmured softly. "Oh well." Qianli pulled her fingers back, simultaneously withdrawing the magic that had tormented her. After returning to normal, Olivia froze like a wooden statue. She clearly hadn't expected this, and she didn't expect that her call to stop would actually bring it to a halt. "What? Do you want more?" Qianli asked with a wicked smile. "…No, it's not." She looked away, biting her lip tightly. Qianli slowly took out a black fruit. Do you know what this is? Olivia recognized the fruit out of the corner of her eye: "... The one used to tame monsters?" She hadn't yet realized what it was for or why it was there. "Swallow this, and the pain will stop, you'll only feel comfortable." Qianli smiled and brought the fruit close to her mouth, repeating, "Want some? You can enjoy it to your heart's content. It will only feel comfortable, no more pain, much more comfortable than before." In a flash, she wondered what it would feel like to experience that addictive pleasure, even from monsters, if she were to taste it herself? Would it be even more pleasurable than before? And without the soul-piercing pain of the previous experience? "All suffering will be gone from you." The demon's whisper was extremely tempting. "You have been working so hard to hone yourself, just so you would no longer suffer. You have done so well along the way, it's time to stop and rest. Eat it, and you will feel better, your life will be happy, and there will be no more suffering. Submit to me and you will be happy." "I…" Perhaps the stimulation just now was too intense, causing something to break her, because she actually felt that what the demon god said made a lot of sense. She forgot that it was an addictive, potent poison. "If I... Believe in the demon god, will I be able to have a happy life?" "As long as you work hard enough to make up for the harsh words you said to me before, I can give you a carefree, peaceful and stable life of happiness after we have the world under our control." "Is it really too late for me to believe in you and serve you now?" "There's still time." She stopped speaking, even though she subconsciously knew it was wrong, but under the previous training, she still succumbed to that pleasure. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth; the sweet, juicy fruit fell into her mouth and flowed into every cell of her body. In that instant, Olivia's soul seemed to melt away.

Elves have a very long lifespan. For example, this elderly elf named Bernie Mel Sanders was driven away by the elves, who were skilled in crafts, because he was born with a lack of dexterity in his hands. Qianli felt that the old man's appearance overturned her superficial understanding of the elves; she had always thought that all elves had handsome appearances. But Bernie looked like a 90-year-old white human grandfather, his body stretched 30 centimeters while maintaining his weight, and he just had a pair of pointed ears—Qianli thought to herself: To be honest, he's pretty ugly… To get back to the main point, for nine hundred years, Bernie lived a solitary life hidden in the sacred mountain. One day, an elven god happened to come here and met him. Because he thought Bernie had magical talent, he gave him an introductory elven magic book. And so he studied elven magic for hundreds of years, and because he reached such a high level, his magic even acquired a color. After learning all this, Angelica thought the guy was usable and suggested he teach at the school, but he shook his head and refused. "Queen of Poheyura, you are too late." Bernie shook his head. "A few years ago… our elven god had already taken me under his command, seemingly in preparation for future world turmoil." After hearing this, Angelica frowned, not only because she had no way to poach people. "That old geezer has added another old geezer to his fighting force? Is he really planning to open an elven retirement home? His ambitions are truly lofty." "Ahem, only you would dare to call him that… If you had come a few years earlier, I would have been quite willing to help you, but things are different now." Bernie's tone became a little complicated. "The world is in turmoil, which must be related to you again, since you are still alive." Angelica chuckled a few times and brushed it off. "Angelica, don't forget the important business," Qianli reminded her. "Oh right—then I won't chat with the old man who can't help. I'll go make preparations." "You want something?" Bernie asked hastily. Ignoring him, Angelica left Bernie's cave and began preparing a powerful magical combination for the shabby city of Vado below. Qianli patiently said a few more words: "We apologize that outsiders are getting in our way, but we have to deal with them. Hopefully, they won't harm your own kind." Bernie then began to observe Qianli: "... Wait, I've just realized that your magic is actually so evil? It's actually... A demon god?" Because Qianli's current magic reserves are too low, she couldn't recognize her at first. In addition, the elves don't have much contact with the outside world, so they didn't get to know what Qianli looked like from the magazine. "Haha, yeah." Bernie then realized just how big the matter was; the little girl with the wry smile in front of him was actually a demon. The appearance of any one of these would have a tremendous impact on the night world, but now they have appeared simultaneously. Even though Bernie is a discriminated-against elf, he still remains loyal to his race. He is prepared to appeal to that god for help at any time, and tentatively asks— "... May I ask what brings you here?" "Don't be nervous. We'd like to ask your craftsmen to make a batch of badges to be used as school badges... Personally, I'd like to make another durable sword, and Angelica needs to order some metal parts. That's all. We'll leave once it's done." "Real?" "Really?" Seeing his shocked expression, Qianli couldn't help but laugh. It would be abnormal if she and Angelica, such evil beings, weren't suspected. Bernie breathed a sigh of relief and immediately offered his suggestion. "Tell me the materials and requirements, and I'll make it for you now. I only ask that you don't disturb the peace of the elves, otherwise someone will surely report it to that god, and then..." "Is your skill reliable?" Qianli asked bluntly, the very person who had been expelled for this very reason. "Although my hands are not very dexterous, magic makes up for it completely. Those guys in Vado City are just craftsmen, but I am a magic craftsman." The Night Clan members with super hearing also rushed over immediately, excitedly asking the most important question: "What about the fee?" "... Give me whatever you want, but please leave immediately after you take the things." "As expected of that old man, he's become wise with age," Angelica praised. On the other side, Qianli unpacked the package and shook out the miscellaneous items and a pile of moonlight sand. "Thirteen hundred school badges, the design should be based on the blueprints. Then, using moonshine sand and these materials, make a one-handed sword suitable for my use, to the best of your ability... And the metal parts should also be made according to this design." Although he was attracted by so much moonlight sand, he still dutifully picked up the design drawings on the ground and read them first. Bernie glanced through the design; the metal parts on the blueprint had a rather strange structure, seemingly for some kind of magic, but he couldn't decipher them. Besides the metal parts, there was also a school badge design created by Angelica and Qianli together. "The weapons and these few small parts will be made soon, but there are too many of these badges... So it might take until tomorrow." "Okay, we're not in a rush anyway, so you can start working soon." Adhering to the good money philosophy of saving wherever possible, Angelica handed him the half-used Baroque vanilla vine as payment. He didn't say anything, but it took him thirty seconds to swallow his complaints. Bernie began his work, taking out several staffs made of intertwined dry vines and chanting a spell under the wary gazes of Angelica and Qianli. Then, dozens of Faeries, with transparent wings, butterfly-like figures, and a faint glow surrounding their bodies, immediately emerged from the nearby forest and gathered around. Angelica looked at the fairies with disgust and whispered to Qianli, "These things are very bad." Qianli stared intently at these beautiful creatures, seemingly contemplating whether to strike up a conversation. The thought of such tiny, adorable fairies perching on her shoulder was a dream she'd had since kindergarten, watching flower fairies. But all the fairies kept their distance. They were all very clever, and when they saw the demon god seriously considering how to cook them, they were naturally terrified. At this moment, Bernie opened the wooden door to the basement and picked up several large pieces of ore that had been placed deep in the cave. The ore was free of impurities, and Qianli could sense that it contained a certain amount of magic. Then, Bernie used some kind of magic to shape the ore bit by bit, taking more than ten minutes to turn them into a total of 1,300 rough round blanks. He gave the fairies work instructions and repeatedly emphasized that this was the work of the demon god, and that they would surely die if they did not do it well. The fairies, naturally lazy and prone to slacking off and playing pranks, began their busy work under pressure from the demon god. They picked up the rough drafts of the badges and began to refine them. Bernie picked up some moonshine sand to check its quality, and then asked Qianli, "What are the requirements for the sword?" "No, just do your best." "... This kind of request is the most troublesome, really... And it's such a luxury material as moonstone sand. Oh well, I'll do my best to help you make the most of it." He retrieved some samples from the basement and let Qianli choose one. Based on her previous experience playing games, Qianli picked a classic and easy-to-use design and then shrunk it down a bit to fit her body. Bernie picked up the largest pieces of moonsand and went to the deepest part of the cave, where there was neither anvil nor light. He removed his outer garment, revealing a surprisingly muscular physique covered in numerous scars of varying sizes. Suddenly, Bernie flicked his wrist, raising his staff in a burst of powerful magic that instantly ignited into flames. Iron-gray magical flames flickered in mid-air, dyeing everything here iron-gray. The moonlight sand was placed into the fire by hand and slowly burned, like a block of frozen butter. Amidst the flames, Bernie's hands, unfazed by any temperature, squeezed the moonsand like pliers, shaping it forcefully. The hand holding the staff was struggling to maintain the power of the flames. Sweat poured down his face like rain. His clumsy, aged, yet powerful hands had already shaped the moonshine sand into the rough form of a sword. Then, as Bernie had instructed, a goblin poured a jar of shimmering liquid from the ground into the flames. Subsequently, the magic power contained within the sword was dramatically enhanced. Angelica, who has been watching this for so long, seems to have grasped the mystery at a glance. "How generous! Stardust and dragon oil? This quenching liquid is quite luxurious." Then, she said to Qianli in a leisurely manner, "It's almost ready. Go up and soak it with your magic in a bit, or cast a spell on it. This is an essential procedure for customizing a personal weapon." "Ah... I don't know many spells, and I don't have any convenient offensive spells." Perhaps he should just chuckle? "Any one will do, anything is fine, regardless of type." "All right." A minute later, the sword was almost fully formed. Bernie turned and stared at Qianli, who had come to the flames. She raised her staff, chanted a spell over the unfinished sword that was still being tempered in the fire, and activated a magic spell. Following the staff, thread-like, jet-black magic slowly descended upon the sword, merging into it. Clearly, the sword's magical power had risen to a new level, and it now possessed an aura of malevolence. "Okay, all done!" Bernie seized the opportunity and struck the blade with his fist. With this powerful punch, the sword seemed to come alive, taking on a vibrant form. The thought of not having to exchange a sword for a knife in the future made Qianli very happy. The thin and light, yet straight and upright blade, gradually becoming sharper at the tip and with double edges, all exuded a transparent azure blue light, which was then blended with black magic, making it as clear and deep as the ocean. Although it has not been polished or fitted with any armor, it is already beautiful and powerful enough. "This is rebirth." It would be even more perfect if it couldn't speak.