Transmigration: Forced to Be a Fake

75 - the real victory

Meridians curled up, crying louder full of anger. He sucks but never once did he say the right thing.

"Lum."

A hand stretched out onto his cheek, cupping the Meridian tears full of tenderness. "Here, my Queen."

There was no sound whatsoever from the Meridians except sobs. He just let Lumiel wipe away his tears every time he started flooding in, feeling better about it.

"I want to go back." Meridians whispered as Lumiel looked down on her face. "I want to go back."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"I have to go back. That's my aim. I have to go back."

".... Then come back."

"But how?" Meridian just wants to concoct. "I've done everything. I did everything, you know. Why haven't I come back yet? Do I have to kill Dion and Luke too? Should I marry Andaru? I should what?"

Lumiel rubbed her forehead into the corner of the Meridian eyebrow. "There may be a way."

Meridian jerks.

"The previous demon king, he was killed not because of that weak human. He just lost his soul."

The man smiled weakly.

"Go back if it makes you stop crying, my Queen. If my love doesn't make you want to stay, then my love wants you to be happy. Your world must be better for you."

Are you sure you left him?

The meridian sat still shivering. "really? Can I come back?"

"I'll do anything so you can come back. That's my oath."

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Meridians came to funerals held by all the kingdoms of the world, including the Alala Empire.

Since it was impossible for the demon lord to bring up a face in front of the entire family of victims, then the Meridian appeared only as one of the civilians beside the old man of the False Meridian.

Cries from all directions rang out, unstoppable to see the number of casualties surpassing half the number of the Empire's own citizens.

One world crying. In a fantasy world where almost everyone has magic power, of course more of them are affected by poison than those who are fine.

The only witches who survived were witches from among the upper nobles. Poison made by Reuben was distributed as a donation of the temple and the upper nobles who knew the real problems of the war did not consume anything.

For a bit, Meridian felt it was his fault.

No. gabe. This is his fault.

Everyone in this world, the East end and the West end, even the demon nation itself, were all novel figures to the Meridians.

Their lives are worthless.

But their cries sounded real in his ears now.

Missy.

What was?

His Majesty asked me to bring Miss to the noble meeting after this.

I'm gonna come. Go first.

Meridian followed a series of events while continuing to hear her mother sobbing along with Litea and Litae.

They are given the opportunity to advance, giving flowers to a photograph of Raphael that is clearly emblazoned as one of the heroes killed in battle.

Now Meridian understands why facts and stories for the people should always be made different. If the whole world realizes that the strongest magician to man with little mana, all of them died without any purpose, then perhaps the whole human race chooses to annihilate itself.

Raphael .. died for no reason.

Stop pretending to care in front of my sister's picture.

The emotional voice of Meridians rang out in his head.

I know you don't feel guilty at all. You only regret because you are a criminal!

He's correct.

His distinctive appearance as a False Meridian immediately changed into the appearance of a Meridian as a demon race. The portal opened, he entered to move into the meeting room where Andaru had gathered with the other high nobles.

The emperor left the throne. However the people were also angry at the nobles who survived while they were not. Instead of having to accept that, the Emperor handed over his throne to Andaru voluntarily.

No wonder you're not in a good mood.

It only meant that he was being overflowing with dirt when he planned to ascend the throne with a mighty gallant.

Meridians are wondering. Is this really his fault?

Is it wrong for Meridians to want to go back? This world, its bullshit, is Meridian wrong if it hates it?

"I," Meridian took a faint breath before issuing its decision, "will help your recovery, as a whole."

"We will be very pleased with your help, Your Majesty." Andaru was acting formal.

But somehow Meridian just felt she was being so angry at him.

"Then for the safety of the remaining witches," he went back to face his subordinates, "gather them into a place of his own. Witches all over the world are rapidly diminishing as a result of this incident and the remaining witches are our precious assets. Don't let them get hurt again."

"Help them with a stockpile of mana stones," the Meridians command Lumiel who directly ordered his subordinate demons to make a move.

Because for the demon nation eye stones are nothing more than toy stones of the demons, they need none of them. But the stone structure itself is unique so it can only exist in the demon land.

Quite a long discussion of losses, but it seems that for the beginning they only discuss how to handle victims and nobles.

After the meeting ended, Meridian was still sitting there with Andaru. Just shut up for each other.

The one who started the conversation first was Andaru.

"I'm sorry."

"For what?"

"Taking you to be weak to me."

Andaru squeezed his hands into each other. He knew he was so depressed.

"I understand you, Miss. You did it for your purpose and so did I. I just .... My wargaku is dead, all the remaining humans under my auspices are questioning justice for them."

The meridian glanced in another direction. "I did something wrong."

"Are you sorry, Nonaku?"

".... I don't know."

"Then it's not your fault before you feel it's regrettable." Andaru. "I am also a king. From birth, I was crowned king and grew as king."

"...."

"What's happening to us right now is not something strange or questionable. You are strong, powerful and all the creatures that humans fear are afraid of you. Of course you're the one who has the most control over this chessboard game."

Human life is sometimes divided into two, sometimes two things are put together.

In terms of power, feeling and logic cannot be combined. At least that's what Meridians know.

From the beginning, Andaru had already said it. People's feelings are not important. What matters is the outcome of the war for the people.

But ... it applies when the war occurs according to their strategy.

The Andaru strategy.

Reuben is dead, victory is theirs. The temple is destroyed, their power. But the souls of the lost, the human beings who have to be the victims of their carelessness are reduced by more than half of the population of the Western and Eastern world.

The real victory was in Ruben's hands.

What Andaru was trying to say, if Meridian felt guilty, then that guilt was caring. But if Meridian did not feel guilty, then from the beginning he did not care who died.

If it doesn't matter, then there's no point in suing for guilt.

"I," Meridian moved, "will reject your marriage offer. The demon nation will return to our land. If there's anything I have to do, just tell me."

"...."

Andaru's back looked fragile by the burden he now bore.

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