"That…"
"That…"
"I…"
Nezuko Kamado's cheeks flushed. Despite her mature, statuesque form.
She waved her hands frantically, too nervous to speak.
"Nezuko, don't be nervous."
"It's fine."
Alistair stood, hugging the anxious Nezuko, gently rubbing her head.
She calmed under his comfort.
He leaned to her ear, whispering, "Nezuko, if it feels wrong, then make 'father and mother' a reality."
"Wahhh~~~"
Nezuko let out a cute whimper.
The next moment.
Her body shrank to a five- or six-year-old girl's size.
"…"
Alistair froze.
But.
He lifted her, saying, "Nezuko, go try creating your ghost clan."
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Nezuko, nestled in his arms, couldn't lift her face.
Laughing, Alistair carried her out of the hall.
Everyone followed curiously.
Soon.
On the vast grounds outside the palace complex, Nezuko stood, spreading her small hands.
Drops of blood-red blood dripped from her fingertips.
And.
As time passed, her face grew paler.
Seeing this, Alistair stepped forward, stopping her. "Nezuko, enough. Continuing will harm you too much."
"Your Majesty, I understand."
Nezuko stopped, swaying slightly.
She leaned into Alistair's arms, weak.
He lifted her again, and the blood drops, under everyone's gaze, began to grow rapidly.
Life forms took shape swiftly.
In moments.
The blood drops became blood-red cocoons scattered across the ground.
As if.
Everything fell silent.
But.
The silence was brief.
Then.
The cocoons cracked open.
Figures of women emerged.
Some were petite, like four- or five-year-old girls; others, young teens; some, seventeen or eighteen; others, around thirty, statuesque.
In short!
All forms existed.
With their blood-red ghost horns, crimson eyes, and beautiful faces.
They proved their identity.
"Mother!"
"Father!"
The ghost clan knelt uniformly, saluting Alistair and Nezuko.
Instantly.
Nezuko nearly fainted from embarrassment.
"Heh heh heh~~~"
Alistair chuckled. "Alright, alright, stand up."
He raised a hand, and a massive contract materialized, flickering.
A wisp of aura appeared on each ghost clan member.
The two merged.
Then.
All calmed.
A clan contract!
From today.
Nezuko's ghost clan, the entire race, became Alistair's dependents—a racial contract.
"Next…"
Alistair scanned the ghost clan. In that brief time.
Nezuko had created over thirty thousand members.
He smiled. "From today, you live in Elysium. Study well—Hell will need your management."
"We understand, Father!!!"
The ghost clan shouted loudly.
Alistair, holding Nezuko, left, and the others dispersed. Persephone stayed to arrange the new ghost clan.
Half a month later.
Elysium remained calm. Everyone had their tasks.
Nezuko organized and taught the new ghost clan, busy beyond measure.
Kanae Kocho fully formed, gaining seventh-sense Cosmo upon completion.
Indeed.
The Earthly Demon Star Specter was exceptional.
Then…
Kanae faced a challenger—Esdeath!
Esdeath lost but grasped the seventh sense afterward.
Indeed.
Esdeath was a prodigy among prodigies!
Others busied themselves improving, while Ker and Pandora, swamped with Underworld and Hell matters, were spinning.
The most leisurely?
Alistair and Persephone.
They stayed in Hades' City, living calmly.
Until…
A voice thundered across the cosmos.
"Demeter."
"How dare you?"
Apollo, deemed the cosmos's mightiest god, the new Olympian God-King, his voice rang out.
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