52. Bonus Chapter – “My Liz is the Cutest!” (Illustration)
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Brief Notes
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The illustration is the main feature of this chapter. The text is a transcription of the handwritten notes on the illustration.
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Due to the above, this chapter is not designed for formats that don’t support illustrations, such as vertical writing PDFs.
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The handwritten notes are from the perspective of the Lord of Disease (Master).
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Any feeling that I might have gone overboard is just your imagination.
My Liz is the cutest! (In no particular order)
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The balance of kindness and sharp tongue is addictive.
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I even like her when her eyes aren’t sparkling.
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Her silver hair is cute.
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Her brown skin is cute.
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Her short hair is cute.
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Her smile is unfair.
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She’s even more amazing without clothes.
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Gap moe.
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Her maid outfit is cute.
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Come to think of it, I’ve never seen her get her apron dirty…?
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Her white-brimmed cap is cute.
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I keep teasing her just to see her ears turn red…
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Her elf ears are cute.
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It’s cute how easily she blushes, even though she’s an assassin.
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Everything about her is cute.
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It’s unfair that she has such a high poison resistance that she doesn’t get drunk.
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She never seems to get stiff shoulders.
↑Why? I do.
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Her scarf is cute.
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It twitches a lot.
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I know it’s a trap, but I still want to pull on her ribbon.
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I do it sometimes.
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She gets mad, but that’s part of the charm.
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Matching cufflinks with the Sixth Army emblem.
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Her oversized knives are a cute mismatch.
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It’s cute how she hides things under her skirt.
↑It’s cute how I don’t really understand how she manages it.
53: Full Recovery
-Lord Of Disease Volume 2-
In this world, there existed a race known as demons.
No one knew for certain where or how they were born.
A race with physical bodies, yet unable to bear children, their very reason for existence uncertain.
Some said they were summoned creatures, conjured by summoning magic or created by life-generating magic, but no one had ever discovered or created such a spell.
Possessing robust bodies, immense magical power, and long lifespans…
They were a rare, yet powerful race, often hailed as the strongest.
Over time, as they accumulated magic and battle experience, demons became known as greater demons.
And now, a greater demon was beside me.
Primarily serving as a hot water bottle.
His name was Samarkand. A half-goat, half-humanoid demon, bound to me by a blood contract, my loyal servant.
His blood, said to be as hot as lava, flowed through him, and his smooth, thick black fur made him a comforting presence on these increasingly chilly autumn nights, promising a restful sleep.
And with the single remaining Barghest also nestled beside me, the concentration of black fluffiness was locally high.
“My master. Liz-sama has arrived.”
“Mmm…” A gentle hand shook my shoulder, trying to wake me. But I wanted to sleep a little longer.
“Thirty more minutes…”
“As you wish.”
“Samarkand. Stop pampering Master.”
A knock echoed through the room, followed by Liz’s icy yet sweet voice from beyond the door.
“Wake her up, Samarkand. That’s an order.”
“I apologize, Liz-sama. Due to rank and contract, I cannot obey.”
While Samarkand was lower in rank than Liz, I outranked Liz.
I was the Lord of Disease. A supreme commander of the Listrea Demon Kingdom’s army, first in the chain of command of the Sixth Army, also known as the Lord of Disease’s forces.
Furthermore, the blood contract was a powerful, almost curse-like bond that allowed me to compel obedience, overriding all logic and emotion.
That said, I hadn’t used it to force any orders yet. And we’d been like this even before he’d entered into both a blood contract and an employment contract with me.
“However, my esteemed master, Liz-sama has come to wake you. Please, open your eyes…”
The sound of the lock clicking, and Liz entered.
She had permanent access to my room and the authority to unlock the magical locks.
While she was my only maid, I’d entrusted her with a set of physical keys—ordinary keys—on a keyring, because “a head maid should have a set of keys.”
“Master, good morning.”
A dark elf with short, silver hair, dressed in a maid uniform, a red scarf around her neck. My beloved personal maid, vice-commander, and occasional bodyguard/assassin, Lizlit Finis, or Liz for short.
She looked dazzling, dressed impeccably in her maid uniform, her posture perfect.
I resigned myself to waking up.
“Good morning…” I stifled a yawn, covering my mouth with my hand.
“Did you bring Samarkand to bed with you?”
“Yeah. It’s getting cold, and you won’t sleep with me.”
Liz sighed.
“…Do you realize Samarkand is a greater demon?”
“Yes, I do.”
“There are probably fewer than fifty of them in the entire Demon Army, even though it’s not public knowledge.”
“I said I know. Well, if there are fifty in the main army, it makes sense that we’d have at least one in our unit, right?”
“That’s… not how it works.”
“My master, then I shall take my leave…”
“Yeah, thanks.”
“It has been my greatest honor to serve you. Please call upon me again whenever you require my services.” Samarkand bowed gracefully and left.
Liz, who had been watching him, turned to me.
“…You didn’t do anything… strange… did you?”
Liz’s eyes narrowed.
“No. He doesn’t see me as a woman.”
“Well, he is a demon, and you are his master…”
“The second part is more concerning.”
“Because you are his master.” Liz, you’re being harsh.
I was the Lord of Disease, a 26-year-old Japanese woman who, for some reason, wasn’t often seen as a woman.
Well, I’d been treated as a living fuel tank before even being recognized as a human, and after that, I’d been surrounded by beastmen, demons, and a woman, so it was understandable.
If I were seen as a woman, things would probably get complicated, so I had no complaints.
I put on the clothes Liz had brought me.
A pale green robe, layered over a dark green hooded robe. I didn’t forget the three amulets on a cord around my neck. I left the hood down, gathering my long black hair and letting it flow over the robe.
With the shoulder cloth, mask, and staff, this was the full Lord of Disease ensemble.
My amulets, mask, and staff had been badly damaged about ten days ago and had been repaired or replaced.
I’d also received a shoulder injury and had been ordered to rest until today. That was probably why Liz had refused to sleep with me.
Being targeted for assassination was part of the job description. It was one of the duties of the Lord of Disease, a supreme commander of the Demon King’s army.
But I had survived that battle without losing anything.
My loyal black goat, my cute assassin, my adorable black dogs—none had suffered any permanent damage.
I smoothed the hem of my robe and smiled.
The Lord of Disease was back in action.
I was the Lord of Disease.
Species: Human.
Objective: Human extinction.
“Shall we go, Liz?”
“You’re only energetic when it’s time to eat, aren’t you, Master?”
“Liz, I was being serious just now.”
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