Doro burst into Mohe's room, and then he saw a weak-looking Mohe.
She struggled to support herself as she got up from the bed, and on her face returned the familiar smile that seemed to have everything under control: "Look who it is? Isn't this our Mr. Doro? Bursting into a weak girl's bedroom all of a sudden, that's not a good thing. Can Mr. Doro give me a reasonable explanation?"
Her frailty seemed genuine, and Doro asked in confusion: "What did you do? To make you like this."
"Oh, how annoying, Mr. Doro. Girls have many sensitive places. Is it not good for Mr. Doro to pry into a girl's secrets this way? Or is it that Mr. Doro wants to know my secrets and then has some thoughts about me? If you like me, you can try confessing. Maybe I'll accept~"
Doro looked at Mohe speechlessly: "Even in such a weakened state, you still talk like this? I won't kill you, but while you're weak, doing something to you would be easy."
"Then is Mr. Doro not afraid that this is actually a trap?"
"And what if it's a trap? Even if you're in your prime, so what?"
"Ahaha~ Mr. Doro is so domineering. As expected of the Hero, saying such things makes my little heart tremble~ A small, weak girl like me can't take Mr. Doro's intimidation. Please spare me!"
Doro found the conversation going further off track and had to give up pursuing Mohe's condition. He knew she wouldn't tell him the real answer: "Why did Frodonick become like that!"
Mohe's smile turned ambiguous: "What's wrong with that? Lord Doro, it's a brand-new creature I created, named the Charming Demon, or Charm*Demon for short. As Mr. Doro has seen, its initial form symbolizes a fertile black goat, adept at using magic in this state. The second form symbolizes an ominous black cat, proficient in using curses. The final form is a Sub-dragon Species form, possessing certain magic resistance like all Dragon Species in the world, with a very strong physical body, being a warrior's form... Is a creature possessing these three forms not powerful enough?"
Just from this description, it was indeed powerful. Doro had never thought someone could undergo such diverse transformations, though these abilities seemed akin to the Demon King's own powers. Existences like the Demon King have only appeared once through the long ages.
"But... Frodonick is... a man..."
"Does that matter? Unless Frodonick has a lover? In that case, I apologize."
"No... I haven't heard, but..."
Mohe looked at Doro in confusion: "Since Frodonick doesn't have a lover, it doesn't affect anything, right? I thought you'd like someone like Lisidorwei, so I deliberately gave her a beautiful appearance. Don't you like it?"
"Why match my preferences?"
"Of course, it's to ally with you, Mr. Hero. Frodonick was resurrected by my hand and became part of the Demon Race, thus lacking the ability to resist me. She will be my faithful servant. I granted her the traits of fertility to... well, as humans say, make it really fun... She's a tool to please you, Mr. Hero. If you are willing to become my subordinate, I'll grant her to you right away. You can do whatever you desire."
These blatant words made Doro hold back, and he became somewhat angry and embarrassed: "You, Mohe! What do you take people for?"
"An object to be destroyed."
"..."
Doro was speechless.
Indeed, the entity before him was the Demon King. She would never adhere to any human moral code or the like. To her, humans were simply objects to be exterminated or ruled and dominated, without any room for scruples.
Seeing Doro fall silent, Mohe spoke again: "So, is there anything else? If not, why not help the newly born Frodonick come up with a name? Her original name isn't very cute, and you should also prepare to carry out our transaction, Mr. Hero. I hope you don't let the matter of the Saintess Charlette cause my retrieval of the right hand to fail. It's crucial to me."
"You've already paid the price. I'm not a good person, but a promise made will surely be fulfilled."
"That's reassuring, Mr. Hero. Can you leave now? I'm planning to change my clothes. If you're also interested in this body of mine..."
Doro immediately pushed the door open and left.
With a "slam," the door was closed.
Mohe finally breathed a sigh of relief.
"Phew! Facing A·Gedora while weak is really a bit too difficult. He consistently brings a sense of oppression. Trying to win him over seems to be a bad move. I feel his will reviving. Should I destroy him?"
The girl's voice was barely audible.
...
Doro returned to the newly reborn Frodonick's side. By this time, Frodonick had changed into a new outfit.
"Lord Gedora!"
"Call me Doro."
"Lord Doro." Frodonick looked at Doro with a smiling face, "I find that wearing skirts feels surprisingly nice. I heard that the traditional attire of the Elf Kingdom is skirts, and even their King wears skirts, which seems to make some kind of sense."
Recalling Mohe's words, Doro said: "Mohe suggested you should take a new name. Do you have any ideas yourself?"
"A name?"
Frodonick was momentarily stunned, and then her expression softened: "You're right, Lord Doro. I really should choose a new name. By rights, Frodonick is already dead. Even if I stand up and say I am not dead, no one would believe it. My death is the best outcome after all."
Her expression showed no signs of sadness: "In that case, let me think—what would be an appropriate name for me? Or maybe, Lord Doro, you can name me, just like you have your new name now."
The girl blinked at Doro, and he wasn't sure what she was thinking, but...
He looked over at Lisidorwei.
Lisidorwei spread her hands, showing disinterest in this matter.
Doro fell back into contemplation: "As for a name... let's call you Rose."
"Eh~ That name? Rose... do I look that beautiful?"
Hearing her words, Doro's gaze paused on her face for a moment, then nodded: "Let's go with that name."