Father!

'I forbid you to call me Father when you are on official business. Marin.

Ugh...!　Gee, your eminence!　This kind of...!

　The Archbishop who takes my family hostage and threatens me - as expected, Marin questioned the Archbishop so, as if he felt that such an act could not be overlooked.
　Apparently, Marin has a decent amount of nerve. I'm on the verge of a blaze of anger.
　But once the high priest's attention was on Marin, I sent a signal to Drake with just a glance.
　Then, I connect the "communication (message)" with Drake.

''It's wrong!　It's like enforcing servitude by holding your family hostage and asking for their cooperation!

So what?

'This outrage, St. Muller, will not allow it!

No, you must forgive. All that I do, St. Muller permits. Because it is I, the Grand Pontiff, who is the spokesman for St. Muller in this life.

　What is this guy talking about?
　Is the position of Grand Pontiff so great? Does God allow himself to do whatever he does, no matter how outrageous or outrageous it is?
　That's just using religion to get your way, isn't it?

''That's not...!

Shut up, Marin. I am the spokesman for St. Muller, and all the world is my son. And all that is in the world is My Son, almighty. You would defy the Father?

Hey, hey, hey!

　Marin looks at the Archbishop, sadly.
　She must have been a devout follower of the Mullerian religion. In front of the eyes of such a believer, she saw the Archbishop as if he was making the religion personal.
　The disappointment in his eyes was disappointment - at least that's what it looked like to me.
　Let's keep it up and somehow get Marin to buy us some time. In the meantime, I'll make a plan with Drake and telekinesis.
　Somehow, I have to get my dad to safety.

"Hemmel!　What are you thinking, too!

An...?

"To Saint Muller, all the people of the world are my children!　And St. Muller would never harm anyone through selfishness!

Hey sister this is what you need to do. Isn't it necessary for Father to get his hands dirty if he wants to be King of the Faith?

This is not what St. Muller wants!

　Hemmel scoffs at Marin's words.
　The look in his eyes is as if he is clearly looking down on Marin. It's as if it makes a mockery of even her faith.
　It's here that I finally begin to swallow their relationship.

　Marin's last name is Rhinophallus. And the Archbishop's last name is also Rhinophallus. And Marin called the Archbishop "Father" and Hemmel called Marin "Sister" - which means that Hemmel is the Archbishop's son. And you can think of him as Marin's brother.
　And enough for me to understand.
　Marin is the only devout Mullerian here.

"...Archbishop, let my father go.

Oh, demon hunter. Ready to cooperate?

'I've found that I can't talk to you. What's with you, St. Muller? I don't believe in Mullerianism, but I don't like your attitude.

So I guess I don't need my father's life, huh?

Noah...!

　You're going to look at me.
　I want to help him if I could. It's a good thing that you're a proud aristocrat, and when I told him that I was a villager, he said something like, "You're really useless," but that doesn't change the fact that he's my father, who shares my blood with me.
　But the distance between us is not enough for me to get close to him.
　And Hemmel is holding the dagger to his father's neck.
　I can't do much more than threaten the High Priest.

"You know what happens to my father when you kill him, don't you?

Okay. Say it.

'I'm going to lash out with all my might right here. I'm going to get both your heads before you drag your mother and brother out of the back. I'm only not moving because my dad is still alive. Don't think that they have the upper hand or anything like that.

Horrible.

　With a chuckle, the Archbishop mutters as if he doesn't feel that way at all.
　I'm a former 'brave' level 94. And here's a level 99 demon, Drake, who is also a level 99 demon. No matter how many temple knights attacked us, it would be easy for us to escape while protecting our family Jessica.
　All that's left to do now is to protect my dad, and as long as he's okay--''

Come on, Drake.

"Ha.

　Over the telepathic communication, Drake nodded and chanted a small, powerful word.

''Demon Change (Metamorphic Beast), Race (Mode)--''

　With that, a slight glow ran through Drake's body.
　And in the next moment, it had disappeared from the scene. It was as if there was no trace of him left.
　The Archbishop raised his eyebrows slightly, as if he had doubts about the sudden disappearance of Drake.

''Hou........Did you use transference? You're not going to call for reinforcements, are you?''

I have over 10,000 of them in the country. If I wanted to, I could destroy a temple like this in a day.

Then your country, Grandizia, and the Empire will come to blows.

....

　The people of the empire don't know that I am here.
　If an army of demons attacked in such a state, they would certainly do their best to defend themselves.
　But anyway, for now, we have to stall for time.
　I have to turn the attention of the Archbishop and Hemmel to me.

''Marine.''

Wha...?

'Oh I want to ask you. Which one is more idealistic for Marin?

It's...

　Marin does not find the Archbishop's ideas to be good.
　I don't know how he feels about the founding of St. Muller's, but at least he seems to have an antipathy to the idea of forcing me to cooperate with him by holding my family hostage.
　If that's the case, Marin will be on our side - I have no reason to believe that, but that's what I thought.

I'm going to create a country where demons and humans can coexist. I'm not going to be able to say that anyone will rule, but a country where demons and humans can live together as neighbors.

Demons and humans coexist in harmony.

Yes, yes. Yeah, I guess it's all about being an omnipresent son of St. Muller. If that's the case, why don't you let the demons join them?

....

My guys are pleasant guys. They may be a little rough around the edges, but they're all very kind-hearted. They may be a bit rough, but they are all very kind-hearted people, and in fact, I have a good relationship with the people of the Elven village. And I don't think I'll be any different when it comes to humans. Above all....

　If only they would be next to me and not be afraid of me because I'm a demon.
　My demons would protect them at all costs. Demons who do not consume produce, humans consume, consumption creates demand, and supply is created in response to demand, creating an economy that circulates.
　That is the ideal world that Grandizia is aiming for--.

'My country does not discriminate in any way.'

-Oh!

'No matter if it is a follower of the Mullerian religion, an elf, or any other human being in any country, I will treat them as a human being in my country. We don't oppress people because they don't believe in a religion. I won't force my religion on you.

Oh, ah, ah, ah!

　The St. Mullerian country is a country that has placed Mullerianism at the top of the list.
　If that happens, there will undoubtedly be oppression regarding religion. Those who believe in other gods will not be accepted and may fall into a discriminating class. They may even be executed as heretics.
　But that's not the case in my country.

"Marine.

"But, High Pope, your eminence...

"Do not be misled by the sweet talk of the infidels. When our country is founded, we will be a nation.

　Finally.
　At long last.
　All my hard-earned time has paid off.

"Aah!

What--?

　With a fierce sound, a dagger falls from Hemmel's hand.
　Perhaps he broke his arm. That right hand has been bent in an impossible direction with one more joint.
　That's as good as it gets, Drake.
　It was worth it for me to stall for time.

''Guaaaah!　What the hell is this?

Chuckle...

　A lump of water that seemed to cling to Hemmel's body.
　In an instant, it took Hemmel's arm and snapped it off.
　That is exactly what Drake is.

Noah. "Father, we have you safe and sound.

　A mass of water - the Drake that has turned into a slime - comes back to me in an instant, holding my dad in its transparent hand.
　Now, finally, the other side no longer has the upper hand.

'Well,'

　Dad, the only weapon you had in mind when negotiating with me.
　I smiled wryly at the Pope and said, "Now that you've lost it.

"A comeback.

　Yes, I told him.