## Chapter 128 – Aser . District 7 (2)
Aser felt sorry for Charlotte, who was looking at her with expectant eyes, but she frowned and lowered her gaze.
The action contained a sense of guilt that prevented her from raising her head proudly.
Aser sighed longer than ever before, and opened her mouth quietly without raising her head.
“Charlotte, I’ll be honest. I don’t know. Where should I start fixing this district… I really don’t know.”
Charlotte silently watched Aser, who was pouring out her true feelings.
Aser crumpled the documents in her hand and then spat out all the complaints she had been harboring.
“How much more effort do I have to put in here? Huh? I’m always walking around the streets, bringing in people who show signs of improvement, and punishing those who cause discord in the streets. Isn’t that enough?”
Charlotte, who had approached Aser, patted her on the shoulder and smiled slightly.
“Not knowing or being insufficient is not a sin. Pretending to know when you have no ability or knowledge is the wrong thing to do. In that respect, the Demon Lord is a truly great ruler. At least she is aware of her shortcomings.”
Aser raised her head and stared straight into Charlotte’s eyes, asking back in a voice that wasn’t quite relieved.
“Is that a compliment?”
“Of course. Have I ever said anything I didn’t mean?”
Aser shook her head and didn’t say anything. She didn’t want to get caught up in Charlotte’s pace, but now was the moment when she desperately needed her help.
“Charlotte, you’ve lived in this district longer than I have, right? Help me.”
Charlotte widened her eyes as if surprised, and stared at Aser silently for a moment. She knew well enough that she relied on her, but she rarely asked for help so directly. The feeling of someone she liked relying on her wasn’t so bad. Charlotte shrugged, smiled faintly, and then walked around Aser in a circle, opening her mouth.
“First of all, the most basic thing is to understand what kind of people live in our district. Do you know what kind of people make up District 7?”
Aser answered immediately without a moment’s hesitation. She wasn’t so uninterested in the district that she wouldn’t even know this much.
“Of course. They’re beastmen, right?”
Beastmen, unless they were special individuals born between divine beasts or spiritual creatures, were a race that was despised by others.
In other districts, they were not recognized for their abilities, oppressed, and abused, and eventually ended up in District 6, where they could only survive by selling their bodies, or District 7, where the sound of blood was always splattering.
In other words, Arwen embraced the beastmen who had settled in her district with broad tolerance, cared for them, and built bonds, but when Arwen’s leash disappeared in the era of war, their barely suppressed dissatisfaction burst out.
“I don’t want to say this because the Demon Lord is also a beastman, but beastmen who belong to the lowest class of society… The dissatisfaction they have etched into their bodies over the years is much greater than we think.”
Charlotte paused for a moment, and then turned her eyes to the reality of District 7, which was faintly visible outside the office, and opened her mouth in a cold voice.
“If unhappy people are together, will they share each other’s pain and reduce their unhappiness? Not at all. Rather, unhappiness spreads unhappiness, and the spread unhappiness swells each other up and causes an uncontrollable crowd mentality. It’s not my fault, it’s this district, this Demon Realm. It’s the fault of the other guys who drove us to this trashy place. That’s why they’re in that shape. Would someone with a proper mind do that?”
She clenched her fist tightly, as if she was reminded of the days she spent in the back alleys of District 7, and maintained a much more cynical attitude than usual.
Aser thought for a while and then asked cautiously.
“What did Mom, I mean, Mother do? It couldn’t have been easy to manage these people, right?”
“The previous Demon Lord? It was better when the Demon Lord was around. Beastmen are just pitiful people who ended up here because they were hurt by people. But did the Demon Lord ever care about a person’s status or position? Because the Demon Lord always approached them with sincerity, people were comforted, and that’s how the district was maintained.”
Aser asked back in a tone that suggested she didn’t understand.
“If it’s just that much, haven’t I done enough?”
In fact, Aser didn’t think that what she had done in District 7 was lacking at all.
She always patrolled directly to listen to their words, carefully read the complaints they sent, and tried to accommodate them as much as possible.
However, Charlotte shook her head and looked at Aser.
“Demon Lord, do you know how many beastmen there are in District 7?”
“No?”
The number of people living in District 7 was approximately 100,000, but she didn’t know how many beastmen there were.
“The number of beastmen is approximately 80,000. It’s hard to believe, but Arwen remembered all of them. What their name is, what they like, what their family relationships are like, where their hometown is, everything.”
“…What?”
She couldn’t believe it. Aser, who could barely remember a few people, couldn’t even imagine it.
“She always found beastmen wandering in the back alleys and talked to them one by one, and spared no support until they could live a proper life. If you were under such a person and then served the Demon Lord, would you be satisfied? Of course, they would respect the Demon Lord, who is Arwen’s child and successor, but they wouldn’t be satisfied. Besides, some of them may resent the Demon Lord. If there was no Demon Lord, if the Demon Lord hadn’t been born, wouldn’t Arwen still be alive? Wouldn’t she have given us a little more attention? There must be beastmen who have such thoughts.”
Aser, who had listened to all of Charlotte’s long story, had a shocked expression on her face. Only then did she realize why people didn’t recognize her and didn’t follow her properly. She was able to find the cause of the tangled thread.
“Why the previous Demon Lord never showed her face properly and didn’t spend time with the Demon Lord… Do you understand a little now?”
“Th-then, do I have to memorize it from now on? All the names of the beastmen running wild outside?”
However, Charlotte shook her head firmly.
She didn’t understand. Hadn’t she been telling her to follow Arwen’s method until now? There was no reason to talk so long otherwise.
Charlotte kindly began to explain again to Aser, who still had a dazed expression.
“The Demon Lord’s way is not something that anyone can follow. Do you think it’s possible in the first place? You only have No. 25 in your head right now, so is there room for anyone else to enter?”
It was a direct hit. Right now, she’s overwhelmed just thinking about No. 25. She was a girl before she was a Demon Lord. A fool who had never been in love was now finding true love and dreaming of a happy future while thinking of him.
Of course, she had lived long enough compared to others, but from Charlotte’s point of view, she was still a fragile girl who hadn’t grown up properly, except for her unnecessarily large breasts.
She was still far from being able to follow Aser’s way, who had lived longer than anyone else and had a dignified presence.
“You have to go your own way, the way of Aser, not anyone else.”
Aser swallowed hard and asked Charlotte again.
It was the first day she had asked so many questions like today.
“What is my way?”
“Isn’t that homework for you to think about yourself?”
After finishing her words, Charlotte took out a pocket watch from her pocket and opened her mouth with a faint smile.
“I’ll be going now. I promised No. 25 to have sex all day in the mountains today.”
“What? When did you make such a promise?”
“No. 25 is not the Demon Lord’s exclusive property, right? We have quite a bit of time together too.”
When Aser, who had reacted to the word “sex,” tried to get up from her seat, Charlotte pressed her shoulder to sit her back down and showed a relaxed smile.
“Don’t come, Demon Lord. You have to get used to work for the time being, right?”
Charlotte left only those words and waved her hand, leaving the office.
Silence fell in the office, and Aser had no choice but to turn her eyes to the mountain of documents with a resentful expression.
Putting aside memorizing the names of the beastmen, she would have to deal with this catastrophic work first.
But it would be okay to change her mood before starting work.
Aser moved the pen she was holding over her panties and began to gently stimulate herself.
Masturbating while imagining the scene of Charlotte and No. 25 mixing their bodies felt better than ever. The helpless sense of defeat that she couldn’t fit between them, and the ominous thought that she would completely lose No. 25 to Charlotte, didn’t last long, but beyond that sense of defeat, there was a strange pleasure that was as addictive as a drug.
