This Eroge Won't Make Me Fall!



The seventy-one demon lords, including myself, all gathered around the table that the Grand Chancellor had arranged in the grand hall of Pandemonium.

The demons all over brought in a great ton of food. It felt a giant family dinner instead of a meeting between the most terrifying beings in existence.

And just like a giant family dinner…

"So like, my daughter right… she has started coming home later and later everyday."

"That's how it is with children, Furcas. You have to let her be free and believe in how you have raised her. Children need this time to grow."

"But what if she gets into something wrong?"

And on another side.

"Zagan, what do you think of starting a trade between our countries?"

"Ah, about that, I was going to say everyone here is welcome. I hit a bounty this year with the corps that somehow managed to grow where Balam lived. There's more food than usual and I'll be happy to share."

"Like those bikes. Giant cars. But on lines."

"What's that Vapula."

My ears perked at that conversation too and I looked toward Vapula.

"You're thinking of a train?"

Vapula raised his hand, then lowered it, then raised it again, then lowered it again.

"Yes."

"Did you make all the vehicles here? The bikes?"

Vapula blushed and looked away.

"They're really good! I love them, I really do!"

"T-thanks…"

He started giggling like a maniac. I wanted to talk about using steam to power it, but refrained from doing so.

Bael and Lucifuge both had their eyes on me. While Titania sat on my shoulder and yawned.

"You wanna tell me anything yet?" I asked.

"It's just a one-sided crush, you're my only soulmate."

"Of course, that's a given. But still…"

"It was all seven thousand years ago, I don't even remember the details. There might some admirers of me even in heaven."

Would there now?

Well, no biggie.

Before I could say anything, my sides were nudged by the half human half horse Sitri. On the other side was a flaxen haired girl in a rather skimpy outfit, her eyes filled with tears.

"Everyone suddenly got so serious… I am bad with such stuff…"

"There there, Barbatos—Ah you're too far for me to reach—"

"Hick… snifff…"

What in the world? She was crying now?

Across me on the table, the other woman gestured at the girl while staring at me. Confused, I slowly raised my hand and placed it on top of Barbatos' head, slowly patting her.

She sniffled a little longer before calming down.

Man were these guys wack.

"Now then," coughed Lucifuge. As if rehearsed, all the conversion demons stopped and stared at him.

"Let us get to the crux of the matter that has brought all the demon lords here after so long."

Bael looked my way. I could tell he did. This time, though, his eyes weren't on my soul mate but on me.

"You. You are their ringleader, I believe?" The atmosphere in his words were completely different from before. If what was going on was a family dinner yet, now it had become a true meeting between lords. "The ringleader of the thirty acting out and causing a ruckus in Hell?"

The table slightly shook. They needed to stop doing that.

A smile left me. Things were now finally moving in the way I wanted.

There were a lot of problems when it came to conversation, even more so when one needed to move people. Rhetoric used to be my best friend at one time since the strongest needed to be strong everywhere.

People right now were possibly going to be against me with that kind of cue in from Lucifuge. I had to be one of them. The rest would be handled by what I was going to ask of them, but before that.

"I would not consider myself a ringleader. After all, we're all demon lords here. How can any of us rule over another? Spokesperson… yes, I am the one bringing their thoughts to the surface."

"Just words," Marbas, one of the three that Agares introduced me to, spoke up.

"Oh, why are guys… all ganging up on him… hick…"

I patted Barbatos' head with slight confusion as I spoke up once more.

"It is not like any of you are not aware of the general thoughts between us. Especially so after a human killed Dantalian."

"YOU ARE THAT HUMAN!"

"I was," I corrected them. "It is not like anyone is going to miss her. I bet many of your trusted aides fell the moment she died."

Quite a few of them shook their heads. It made Barbatos cry even more and I had to pat her head even more aggressively than before. No seriously, what was up with this person?

Dantalian had people snuck into the upper echelons of everyone's land. She was the true definition of a menace.

There would be barely anyone who would want her remaining.

I placed my hand on the table and leaned forward.

"The matter we have on hand is much greater than what one demon lord or one human can bring us to. With each passing day more and more people are being born in hell. You can have a bounty once in Zagan's or Furcas' land, but what about when there is no miracle like this?"

I leaned closer and eyed all of them.

Slowly watching them all.

"Why exactly, are we living in hell?"

There was no response, but many of the older demon lords shook their heads.

I turned toward Lucifuge then.

"Were we not pushed down here?"

"Tsk."

I used we instead of you because I wanted them to think I was one of them. There was no way I was truly associated with losers.

"There is no reason for us to be stuck in this land."

But just insulting someone's home was not the right thing to do.

I reached out and grabbed the sandwich on the table.

"There is no reason… to be stuck. There are three realms and they are that way for a reason. Neither humans nor those gods have any right to keep us trapped here while they frolic about wherever they want. This is a world where we should be able to move wherever we want."

"Do you even understand what you're saying?" Spoke Glasya-Labolas. "You need blood to even open a door. Who do you suggest we kill to keep things working? This is not how the world is supposed to function—"

"Do we?"

I asked. Though I answered Glasya Labolas' words, my eyes were stuck on the ones at the head of the room.

The host, and the top demon lords.

They knew something. Something I had learnt a little too late.

All the clues were in what Titania had taught me.

A lost art, something that was the very counter existence of Alfheim, that made up the entirety of the fairies' world.

"You know, don't you?" I repeated. But they were not going to answer. "What you need is not blood, but the attention of spirits."