And the fourth sister chose someone she liked among the souls coming in and put them in her harem. She never let them go until she got tired of them.

“Taking the floor of passion as a motif… let’s call it… Empress’s Concubine Selection! How about that?”

Fyvel spread his arms wide.

“Empress’s Concubine Selection…”

“Your taste is quite picky. Honestly, it’s doubtful if we can find a man who perfectly fits your taste, but well, I don’t know. If we bring in a lot of candidates to fill a cruise ship, wouldn’t there be someone among them?”

It wasn’t a bad idea. It was such a good idea that I wondered why I hadn’t thought of it until now.

The problem was the timing. If there was a certainty of meeting someone, I could abandon everything as an empress and open the selection right now.
If you fall in love at first sight, it shouldn’t take long for it to pierce your heart.

But what if you don’t meet?

“I haven’t completely pushed Hélène away yet. If I open up about such things at a time when public opinion about the Empress is just starting to improve, it will definitely worsen the image.”

“You’re looking for a compromise.”

“This isn’t war.”

Leaving no aftermath is the basis of war.

But in politics, there was always a place to return, a corner to escape, a refuge to secure.

If I couldn’t become a demon. If I had to live as a human.

I had to lead the ones protected under my name and become the Emperor.

“Then how about three years? It would be best if you naturally fall in love within three years, and if not, you can hold the concubine selection after expanding your influence three years later.”

“Hooh.”

“Whether it’s a saint or anything else, isn’t it just a human? Three years should be enough time to erase your presence.”

Fyvel was confident.

Confident that he could remove obstacles from my path in just three years.

“All right, let’s do that.”

And I trusted Fyvel completely.

“Oh, starting everything anew is interesting, isn’t it? I’ll create an information organization first. Please support us with funds.”

“Write a blank check. Do it yourself.”

“This is why I love you, master.”

“Love? What a joke. Be careful not to be exposed as a demon to the Emperor and the Crusade.”

I rose nonchalantly, disregarding his words.

The advisors I had picked beforehand were also decent individuals. If Fyvel guided them well, they would become a formidable force.

“I acquired the Mungand, and the original Mun was returned to me.”

I had sufficient wealth and power, so all that remained was legitimacy.

The legitimacy that I must become the Emperor.

“Oh, master.”

At that moment, Fyvel’s laughter abruptly stopped.

Unlike before, he showed a very serious appearance, lowering his body in front of me. I, too, changed my gaze more seriously in response to his attitude.

“I will split my magic core in half and give you a seed. Please, use it as a basis to regain your original stature.”

“!”

All beings with attached breath had souls. In those souls, there was a hierarchy, and there was even a level of height.

Since my position was vacant, my brothers and sisters could fight for it, but according to the laws of the Demon Realm, someone like Fyvel, who was originally in a lower position, couldn’t interfere, no matter how strong.

So, it wasn’t strange for Fyvel to say that he would offer half of his magic core to me, whose soul’s hierarchy was higher. However, it was touching.

There was a saying, why, that those who extend their hand when you’re in trouble are truly on your side.

“I won’t forget your sacrifice.”

I received the crimson seed that Fyvel had torn out of his chest and transferred it to my own.
In just a year, this will firmly establish roots and become my new magic core. Of course, I’ll have to be several times more careful in front of those with sexual power, but I was willing to take such risks.

“Ha. This feeling, it’s been a while.”

Satisfaction spread like mist from the depths of my soul.

Feeling content, I extended my hand to Fyvel.

“Thanks to you, I could shorten the time to solidify the foundation.”

“Whether you are here or in the Demon Realm, it doesn’t matter to me. Both seem interesting. Still, I gave it to you because I wanted to see you using magic freely, just like before.”

From a year later, breaking the cores of captured demons would allow magic to seep into the core. If my Astaloth Knights killed demons and offered me their cores, I could easily obtain magic without the need to move this cumbersome body.

“I would like to capture demons for you, but due to splitting the core, it’s taxing… Is there anyone willing to capture demons for the Empress?”

Fyvel casually shared his magic core with me, but in reality, it wasn’t an easy task. In human terms, it was like cutting something like the liver or lungs in half, requiring care. So, I didn’t expect Fyvel to be able to capture demons.

After all, he wasn’t a combat agent.

That was when I asked, “Would having it make you healthier?”