Chapter 273: Chapter 273

"However, Doro, the world might not be peaceful for much longer."

Charlette suddenly said, "Even though the Demon King is being watched by us, you should have noticed."

"The struggles among major organizations, kingdoms, and races are about to begin once again." Charlette expressed her feelings, "The peace you won might not last long. The major forces have fully digested the legacy of the Demon King and, like hungry wolves, are starting to look for other prey. Peace is always fleeting."

Doro sighed, "That’s indeed the case, Charlette. As these years have passed, I have also realized this problem. Sometimes I wonder, if we hadn’t left back then and instead actively promoted world peace, what would have happened? Could we have made peace last longer?"

"I think you might have become another existence like the Demon King." Charlette provided an answer, "Even if you didn’t want to rule as brutally as the Demon King, if peace was maintained by your own power, then it would have been no different from cruel rule and dictatorship. It’s like a red dress and a green dress; essentially, they are both dresses, just with different colors."

"Will they join the war?"

"I think... they will."

Doro fell silent once again; he had grown accustomed to using this name over the years.

After pondering for a while, he finally said, "So, we don’t need to do anything, right?"

"Yes, we don’t need to do anything. We just need to live our lives well. Our purpose of birth was to defeat the Demon King, and we only need to keep an eye on the Demon King."

Charlette stroked her belly, "We are not great people, Doro."

The two settled down in this small town, then bought a house and opened an inn—though business was fairly average; few people from outside came to stay, and most still treated it as a restaurant. However, there were young men and women who came here to book rooms to avoid their families knowing about their romantic relationships.

A girl named Mohe grew up in this town. She became an employee at the inn. Although very popular among the young people of the town, she did not accept anyone’s goodwill. Of course, there were rumors that Mohe was the inn owner’s mistress... but such things couldn’t be verified.

Doro and Charlette had a total of three children: one son and two daughters.

These three children were not particularly talented, or perhaps they were talented but lacked the opportunity to showcase it. They grew up in this small town, the furthest they’d been was the nearby city, and the little magic and basic combat skills they knew were only beginner level—they were not like their father, who set out from the village and embarked on a journey of cultivation. Instead, they each found a job in the town.

Charlette, Doro, and even Mohe.

As time flowed, it left its mark on their bodies.

"I say... you’ve been watching me for thirty years now. Are you still not assured?" Mohe sighed, "If you plan to keep watching me, shouldn’t you take a step forward, Mr. Doro? If this continues, you’ll age and die without entering this realm, and I will too, but my soul is immortal. When I reincarnate again, no one can stop me."

Doro just held Charlette in his arms, despite their age, showing an affectionate demeanor, "It doesn’t change anything, Mohe. After Charlette and I die, whether you choose to become the Demon King again or something else, that’s your freedom. We have completed our mission—I’ve also realized that your existence or non-existence doesn’t really make that much of a difference to the world."

During this past time, good things happened, bad things happened, they heard delightful news and sorrowful news.

For example, once the Hero’s team members fought a great battle, and there were wars between humans, elves, and dwarves, and even internal struggles within races—all sorts of things have seemingly become more intense after the Demon King’s death. There was no strongest entity, so everyone began to vie for the title of the strongest.

It seemed peace never arrived.

The place where Mohe reincarnated was relatively good, never having been troubled by war, though in some years the taxes were severe.

Also encountered all kinds of good people, all kinds of bad people.

"My life is already fulfilled, Demon King." Doro patted Charlette’s shoulder, "As a human, I’ve lived a complete human life. I have no more goals. Even if I continue to live, it’s not necessarily a good thing for me. For humans, having infinite life may only be a kind of curse."

Saying this, his somewhat elderly face twisted into a self-deprecating smile, "Oh, I’m truly something, talking about curses in front of the source of curses... You know people say the older you get, the more you become like a child, and reaching this age, I’ve started to become conceited. That’s not good."

Mohe looked at Doro. She had seen many such people. Through ancient years up to the present, in different races, she had seen many elderly like Doro. Doro would not be the first she saw, nor the last. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novᴇlfire.net

Clearly, this man named Doro should be different.

He obviously defeated himself, obviously just needed the will, and taking that step, he could obtain eternal life, not just for himself but also for the Charlette beside him—not as eternal, but akin to the false eternity of a Vampire. Why wouldn’t he do that?

It was something he could reach for, why not grab? Why say he’s already satisfied?

She couldn’t comprehend.

"In such long years, only you truly defeated me in a meaningful way; even the Goddess never achieved that, yet you did, surpassing all beings past and present. But why did you make such a choice?"

"This is humanity, Demon King."

Another thirty years passed.

Doro’s life came to an end.

He seemed even shorter-lived than Charlette.

"Doro... you can still choose... even in this last moment, as long as you don’t want to die, you can..." Mohe seemed aged too, but at this moment, time seemed to reverse on her.

She was restoring herself to a state of full vigor. She was triggering a resonance between Doro and her body.

She wanted to take Doro into that realm.

Doro’s old, withered hand pressed in the void once, and all changes ceased.

"Mohe, it’s not necessary."

Already returned to her youthful state, Mohe’s eyes filled with tears, "Why! Why won’t you accept it! You humans aren’t you supposed to pursue eternal life?! Fighting to the death for a drop of Life Dew, tens of thousands killed... eternity is within reach, yet you don’t grasp it?! Julia is dead! I’m the only real living being in this world! Why won’t you step into this realm? Do you want me to exist alone in this world?!"

The Demon King had never been this undone even when being killed.

Perhaps because she is now using the body of a human girl, she is more emotional?

Smiling like that, the light in his eyes gradually faded.

Charlette always stood beside Doro.

She looked at the "Mohe" in front of her.

"Is this Mohe’s emotion, or is it your emotion, Julia?"

She knew this dream had reached its end.