The Demon Lord is tall. But he's not only tall, he is crazy tall. It's insane, how tall he is.

You could take two handsome tall guys and put them on top of each other, that tall he is.

And, well, handsome too. Don't imagine him like a long-ass snake.

He is like a hot guy but scaled up to the size of two hot guys.

And not only in size but in handsomeness too.

[Notice: I should deduct a few points from INT and WIS.]

Shut up, System. You don't understand. Omega is crazy-mega-handsome. It's unreal.

I wasn't into Hollywood celebrities that much, none of them could make my heart beat faster.

But this guy. This fucking guy. He looks like all their best features combined — and enlarged.

This is not fair. He must be cheating. Well, this is what I thought about Alexandra too.

She was hot enough to make me reconsider which gender I'm into, but she is normal size.

The Demon Lord is huge and sexy, a sexy big man with strange crimson eyes, horns, and abs.

Is he too large to find the right-sized clothes, or did he want to show off?

But yeah, he is also quite muscular apart from being tall and hot. And he looks straight through me.

"Where is the Mistress of Luck?" He asks. Even his voice is sexy. It's low, almost menacing, like a growl. It reverberates inside my chest and makes me forget what he asked.

"Who?" I blink before realizing what he meant. Quick, I can fix this, if I act like I'm offended by the name. Don't serve yourself on a silver platter, Leona. "I'm the Goddess of Luck, My Lord."

"You are not." He growls again, and that's all it takes to strip away my will to protest.

Well, he's right, I'm not, but how the hell does he know? His men surround us in the courtyard.

They don't act as menacing as he does. I'm unsure if he tries to be or if it's only his theme, but I'm feeling hot. It's not the weather this time, it's too early in the morning.

"Where is Alexandra?" He asks again, and I do my best to play dumb. I know, System, I shouldn't reveal my true identity, I remember your warnings. Watch this.

"I'm right here." My voice is pitching up, but that's my best comeback. What else am I supposed to say with all these eyes on me? "Did that ten years you spent sealed away mess with your sight?"

"Are you the one who invited Us to negotiate?" He reverses the question, and I can't miss the majestic plural. Well, he was the Emperor of this Continent. I gulp.

"I did, yes. After saving your Champions from the First Bride and other monsters. Yes, that was me." I try to push my chest out and stand tall, but he's too big to compete.

You got this, Leo. Show him who's boss here. He is weak. He must be.

Why doesn't he look weak at all? He's huge, strong, handsome, sees through me, and has an army.

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Fuck.

"They captured a human girl, the Princess of Nordhaben, and told me you wanted her blood. While I'm not a friend of Saint Whatshername, I draw the line at sacrificing children to you."

"Sacrificing?" He raises his eyebrow. "Who said anything about sacrificing her? We need her blood, but We didn't mean to kill her."

I figured that out too, but I can't back down now. This is way too much pressure.

System, help me out, please.

I'll praise you when I meet Alexandra next. Give me an 'Auto Negotiate' function.

[Notice: You aren't in danger. I'm surprised you are doing so well so far. You are only horny.]

I almost spit my lungs out at that comment, and draw everyone's attention.

Screw you, System, I hope she will reprogram you from the ground up.

Horny, she says. I'm scared for my life here.

Well, for my sanity too.

That doesn't make me horny. Even if I imagine things this huge handsome man could do to me.

I don't fantasize about it like I want that to happen.

Not even a little.

If it did happen, I couldn't do much against it.

And then why should I be the victim if I can enjoy the situation? Shit, did he ask something?

[Notice: You are hopeless.]

"A-anyway, I don't have halls large enough to welcome you, but we can talk here in this courtyard." Showing him in, I cough, and continue much quieter. "As equals, of course."

He laughs.

It's that classic evil laugh, but he makes it sound sexy too.

And scary.

A chill runs down my spine as he walks past me and his servants run with a huge folding chair.

No. It's closer to a full-blown throne. They came prepared.

I could have too, if the useless System warned me earlier, or told me what I should watch out for.

[Reminder: You were in the other world with the Goddess of Luck. I had no way of warning you.]

Well, this is the problem.

Ugh. Calm down, I'm still in the game.

He is willing to negotiate even though he knows I'm not his Thirteenth Bride. Now what?

"Let's start with the simpler case. Please summon Omerta." He takes the lead but says 'please' so he doesn't act like he owns the place. I nod and wave to Charlotte.

"I hear you charged her with treason, but I can assure you she did no such thing." While we wait, I find my voice again. "She fought the First Bride with me but didn't stand a chance."

"What of Our other Champions?" He growls, making me shiver.

"What happened to their leader, Dioneras?"

"Most of them lost their lives in that fight. There was nothing I could do to save them. As for the Goblin, an Ogre, and the silver-maned Beastman. They were elsewhere at the time."

"And where are they now?"

"My father and the others set out to return to you, My Lord." The voice comes from behind, and I recognize the cute fox girl, Fenna from the Beastfolk village.

What the hell is she doing here?