--This chapter contains suggestive, non-explicit sexual content.--
As Ellie and I continued to discreetly enjoy our bath with the other girls, Elizabeth, sitting by my side, suddenly increased the pressure of her mana.
Before opening up her eyes, she puffed up her chest and fixed her posture, slightly tilting her head.
With all the chilling power and pride of the Demon Queen, she made one last attempt to argue in favor of striking Adriarch.
In most of the girls' worlds, four thousand men amounted to an army on par with that of a nation.
To them, and to me, the only way to stand against such numbers was to use the entire population of the Kingdom.
Even then, odds wouldn't be on our side, and victory wouldn't come without hefty sacrifice.
To us, nothing, not even Adriarch's head, was worth those risks.
Elizabeth, however, disagreed.
To the Demon Queen, one or two nations' armies were a chore rather than a challenge.
