The Association had barely gotten off the ground, and including Linie and Lugner, another twenty ordinary Demons had joined.
To better cultivate and manage her forces, Nanoda had a bold idea.
Just like the Demon King of the past, who would grant capable subordinates titles like the Seven Sages of Destruction or various other designations to classify Demons into Great Demon level, General level, and Soldier level, Nanoda also wanted to consolidate the Great Demons under her command with a new title.
After much thought, Nanoda decided to borrow knowledge from her past life.
The Twelve Disciples, also known as the Twelve Apostles.
This was the only grandiose title Nanoda could think of at the moment.
She would designate the Twelve Apostles as her direct subordinates. Below them would be the Mutual Love New Demon Association and the Demon King's Army.
Apostles would be at the level of Great Demons or higher, Association cadres at the General level, and Association members and the army would be composed of soldiers.
As their strength increased, they could be promoted step by step. Nanoda decided to make good use of the Demon Race's traditional hierarchy of strength.
From the current outlook, only Qual met the hard power standards of an Apostle.
Although Jane also possessed the power of a Great Demon, she lacked a Great Demon's experience, and her actual combat skills were somewhat deficient.
Aura had the experience, but she lacked an army, and she was quite weak in high-end battles.
Counting the two of them for now, she could only scrape together three Apostles. However, having so many vacancies was also a good thing; looking on the bright side, this meant there was plenty of room for improvement in the future.
Nanoda also didn't know how many unnamed Great Demons still existed.
Currently, the one with the best chance of being recruited should be Macht of El Dorado, who was hiding in the Fortified City of Weise.
The next day, Nanoda informed the three Demons of her idea.
Jane expressed she was fine with whatever.
Qual obediently agreed, and even repeatedly said that if he met acquaintances in the future, he would promote it for Nanoda.
Aura's reaction, whom she thought would be disdainful, was unexpected to Nanoda. She seemed quite satisfied with this new title and even praised Nanoda for improving her naming skills.
Thus, the Twelve Apostles, excluding the vacancies, were temporarily established.
At the same time, Nanoda gave Lugner and Linie the titles of Association Cadres. As for Draht, he was classified as a minor general in the army.
The revival of the Demon Race; the future looked bright.
*
Fortified City of Weise, inside the courtyard of the Lord's Manor.
A young boy in casual clothes sat paralyzed on the ground, gasping for breath. With his mana overdrawn, he could hardly hold the staff in his hand steady.
The existence before him was like a castle in the sky, unattainable.
"How can I possibly win like this..."
Denken lowered his head, sweat dripping from his temples, and whispered softly.
He had already utilized every magic he could currently use and every tactic he could think of. Until his mana was nearly depleted, he hadn't harmed a single hair on Macht.
"Is this already your limit? Stand up."
Macht, draped in a pale blue cape, let his arms hang low, his face expressionless.
Out of interest, he had studied some human magic systems, and then he was surprised to discover that the Killing Magic created by that Great Demon, who was even more ancient than himself, had already been deciphered by humans and had become standard offensive and defensive magic that was about to go into circulation.
He did not understand why the inherently weak short-lived species could reach a level comparable to the long-lived species in such a short time.
However, the more he thought about it, the more interested he became in humans and human emotions. He attributed all of this to the greatest difference between Demons and Humans: emotion.
Having accidentally displayed his magic in front of Glück, Glück hired him as the magic teacher for Lektire and Denken.
"Stand up. Your mana is not yet completely exhausted. Surpass your current state."
Macht's method of teaching Denken was to have him battle directly against himself using magic.
When young, constantly consuming mana to the limit is beneficial for expanding the capacity of mana the body can contain.
Simply put, it is like blowing glass; the harder you blow, the larger the vessel you will achieve in the future. Of course, the further one goes, the more difficult mana training becomes. At that point, actual combat experience is required.
From the beginning of learning magic until now, Macht was not only a teacher but also a high wall cast before him.
Denken had never once managed to wound Macht.
The more they fought, the more he understood; and the more he understood, the more he despaired.
This Demon known as the strongest of the Seven Sages of Destruction.
He didn't know what method Glück had used to win over Macht, but Denken was certain that with Macht's strength, he could easily destroy the entire city of Weise.
"Urgh..."
Leaning on the staff in his hand, Denken, already somewhat collapsed from exhaustion, stood up again.
As if in self-abandonment, he squeezed out the last bit of mana in his body. The mana compressed together, forming a small, condensed beam of Killing Magic! The magic circle flashed and vanished, and the Killing Magic flashed out instantly.
After the magic was unleashed, Macht paused imperceptibly, then immediately tilted his body.
The compressed Killing Magic was more than three times faster, grazing through Macht's shoulder clothing.
Denken's unintentional act had actually touched Macht.
Why didn't he deploy Defensive Magic to block it? That was Denken's only confusion at that moment.
"Macht, Denken, come with me for a moment."
Glück, with a dark face, interrupted Macht, who wanted to make Denken continue casting magic.
"Very well, Lord Glück."
Glancing at Glück, Macht clasped his hands behind his back, bowed slightly, and then nodded.
"That's it for today," he said, turning to Denken. "Denken, can you still move?"
Looking at Denken, who was exhausted beyond belief, Glück asked.
Macht walked to Glück's side and added, "Let Young Master Denken rest for a while. I will go with you first."
"Fine." Glück nodded, turned around, and took Macht away.
"Phew..."
Denken collapsed onto the grass and let out a long breath. This was the first time he had ever touched Macht. In the past, Macht's Defensive Magic had always been impeccable. What was the reason this time?
At the same time, Denken felt a bit uneasy in his heart. Glück calling him and Macht over was likely regarding Lektire.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, Denken forced himself to stand up and walked towards the interior of the Lord's Manor.
*
"How is Denken's talent for magic?"
On the way, Glück asked.
"Are you worried about him? Rest assured. In my view, although Young Master Denken is far inferior to me, he should still be able to achieve something in the future. Just based on his resilient and adaptable nature, I actually have high hopes for him," Macht said softly.
"Over these years, you've become increasingly good at pleasantries. You have humans' habits in the palm of your hand, don't you?"
"Not at all, I still have many things to learn. I still haven't completely understood what 'malice' is, or what 'guilt' is. I also want to experience those feelings."
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