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Nothing! So just calm down for a bit! I’ve never had anything like that!”
    “Is…is that true, Your Demonic Highness?!”
    “Oh, come on, Ashiya! Don’t start on me, too!”
    “My liege fathering a child out of wedlock would be earth-shattering news across the demon realms! She must be provided with the most gifted of tutors at once in order to prepare her for the throne! And yet you’ve kept this child from my knowledge for…well, obviously
months
, at least! What is the meaning of this?!”
    “Wait! Why is everyone so freakin’ convinced that this is
my
girl?!”
    “But, oh, what sort of devilish strumpet did you have liaisons with, Your Demonic Highness?! Our forces were mostly comprised of men, but did this saucy encounter occur before we invaded Ente Isla?!”
    “No! I’m telling you, it’s not like that!! …Hang on.”
    Near Maou’s hand, as he was interrogated in stereo by Chiho and Ashiya, the girl who called herself Alas Ramus climbed out from under her blanket.
    “…Nff!”
    Both hands clinging to the tatami mat floor, she scrunched her doe-eyed face courageously as she slowly, tentatively tottered up to her feet.
    It became clear, if not particularly useful to know, that she was old enough to stand up by herself.
    Swinging her arms and legs back and forth with all her might, Alas Ramus made an unbalanced dash across the several feet between her and Maou.
    Everyone’s countenances softened a bit at her fervent efforts, but as their eyes followed her, Alas Ramus proceeded to grab Maou’s hand and bring it to her nose, as if smelling it.
    “…Daddy.”
    Then she beamed widely and hugged him.
    It is difficult to portray in words the tension in the room at that moment.
    Chiho’s and Ashiya’s faces clenched, mouths agape like a goldfish plucked out of its bowl. Urushihara fled to a corner of the room, hoping to avoid getting dragged into the mess any further. Emi and Suzuno stood blankly, unable to even process the event.
    And it went without saying that Maou, the officially certified father of the child, was plunged into the deepest depths of internal chaos.
    “W-wait! How come you’re so sure I’m your dad?!”
    “Daddyyyy.”
    “
Please
, man, stop throwing any more dynamite into the volcano for me!!”
    Maou’s mind ran like a well-oiled machine, searching for some way, any way, to mollify the aghast Chiho and Ashiya. After a moment, he came up with the perfect question to break through this morass.
    He had no idea that it was merely the prelude to an even deeper, darker abyss.
    “W-wait, wait! Who’s your mom, then? Your mom!”
    Alas Ramus’s wide eyes squinted a little as she returned Maou’s gaze.
    It was the last straw for Maou within grasping distance. The identity of whoever this mystery mother was could give him ample breathing room to prove his innocence.
    The girl was no older than two, judging by her appearance. That was right around the time Emilia and the Devil King waged their final battle in Ente Isla. Ashiya and Emi knew that Maou was cornered, on the retreat, and in no way free to enjoy torrid affairs with sly devil temptresses.
    “Mommy.”
    This time, Alas Ramus responded without repeating the question.
    As she spoke, a pudgy arm raised itself into the air, finger confidently pointed ahead of her.
    The rest of the group followed her arm. She apparently had full control of her hands and fingers, not that that mattered, either.
    “…Eh?”
    Emi was standing right where she pointed.
    “Uh… M-m-me?”
    In a single instant, Emi’s face was whiter and more drained of blood than any other.
    It was the dead of summer, but the air in Devil’s Castle had completely frozen over.
    “Daddy. Mommy.”
    Then, as if striking the final blow, Alas Ramus clearly pointed to Maou and Emi in order.
    The pair stood dumbfounded, unable to parse her behavior.
    “…………ooh.”
    Ashiya fainted on the spot. Urushihara rose to help him.
    “Aghh! Ashiya! Ashiya, don’t conk