This Isn’t an E*otic Game?

When I woke from the dream, I felt cold sweat soaking my entire body.

But I wasn’t afraid.

There was no fear, just a heavy, sinking feeling in my chest.

I gripped my blanket tightly.

Now, everything finally fit together.

What it meant to die at the hands of those I loved.

What it meant to die at the happiest moment of my life.

What it meant when Grace said that even after my death, she would ensure I was sent to a place fitting for my deeds.

And…

What it truly meant when she said she would spread her will through me.

Now, I understood everything.

Asmodeus, the Demon King of Lust…

Of course.

It had been strange from the very beginning.

I had no mana.

No divine power.

And yet—time stop, body modification, three-thousand-fold sensory amplification, absolute hypnosis...

Where the hell did these absurdly broken abilities come from?

Turns out, they were the powers of a Demon King.

A fresh wave of emotion surged inside me, and I buried myself under the blanket, crying for a long time.

Why am I so unlucky?

Why am I always so fucking miserable?

A harem king…

Is that really such an impossible dream?

I don’t want to leave.

I want to stay here with Iomene, Almene, and Erfa, living happily for a long, long time.@@novelbin@@

But for their sake—I have to leave.

If I stay because of my selfish desires, I don’t know what my power will do to them once the Demon King’s authority fully awakens.

That day, I didn’t do anything.

“Saint?”

Old Yodel came looking for me, worried.

So did the paladins. The priests.