Overlord: Start from the Goblin Lair

For Gracia, and indeed for all creatures like her, the mortal importance of a place, a place, or even an entire world depends on whether it serves one's own interests.

She can be their savior, or she can watch them fall into Infernal Affairs!

Although the situation this time was not caused by Gracia, her shadow has always been there from the beginning to the present. If not, how could the Grand Dukes of other levels of purgatory completely ignore the delusional land, even before Archduke Dispater, who had cast his gaze at this side, chose to remain silent in the end?

Gracia is confident that if everything goes well, when this incident is resolved, she should have a certain amount of capital to compete with the hell monarch sitting under the eight-level conspiracy.

Ron, that mortal who should have been induced by her "kind reminders", gradually became desperate in crises that were far beyond his ability, and finally surrendered completely to her "generous help". She has been doing this all the time. , but——Why hasn’t it worked yet? !

How dare that mortal refuse the chance to become her servant!

"Crack!"

The sound of the whip sounded again.

"You were here."

Suddenly, as a gentle and elegant voice fell into her heart, Gracia raised her head in shock. She raised the whip in her hand high, but she didn't know whether she should drop it or not. Because in this living room, on the sofa opposite her, an illusory figure appeared there without warning, as if He had never left.

At first glance, this seemingly middle-aged male creature is so perfect. His hair, his face, his clothes, his horns and wings all adhere to some strange laws and exist in the space, exuding energy. A powerful charm that makes people surrender involuntarily.

Around Him, space and time move according to His will; in His profound eyes, the stars in the universe are arranged and integrated.

He has unparalleled charisma, power and insight, and is able to look after the Nine Hells and even, in His opinion, the entire ordered universe that will be ruled by Him in the future.

In His view, the universe under His rule will enter a new and perfect era in which all life forms are ranked within the corresponding levels of purgatory. All wars disappear, and every life has a goal to satisfy. The universe will become a utopia. And His despicable opponents will only destroy it all, turning the universe into a pathetic whirlpool that nourishes demons; the gods who exercise the power of good are nothing more than sentimental fools, too delicate and weak to exercise necessary evil. .

In His mind, He was the Savior chosen by the universe to protect it from annihilation.

If He were even a little bit incompetent, this rare arrogance in the entire multiverse would surely lead to destruction, but He is now sitting on the throne, and no one can shake His position.

Even without the praise of his enemies, his existence is the highest tribute to his strength.

He is Asmodeus, Lord of the Nine Hells, god of demons, lord of tyranny and domination, as the tiefling bards say: the devil was born to rule.

However, conspiracies against Him are going on all the time, and the existence that promotes these conspiracies also includes the daughter He single-handedly promoted: Gracia.

"Your plan is pretty good, but the problem is that you lack control over the variables." This extremely powerful being looked at his daughter like an ordinary father and summarized the experience of failure for her. "Traditional Conspiracies and playing around with the rules are fine, but different goals warrant more flexible strategies.”

"Is it you? Father?" Gracia looked at the god in surprise, "Did you control my plan?"

"Examine his thinking patterns, observe his behavioral habits, and comply with his beliefs and will... If you want to bring him under your rules, then first, you need to master the rules he follows," Asmon Thies did not answer Gracia's question and continued, "As the proverb says: you have to go around the back first, and then you can stab him in the back."

"From the first time you met, you have been too anxious when faced with a mortal who does not act according to your ideas." This natural ruler smiled slightly, "But it is no wonder, after all, although the world he once lived in is in our Under the eyes, but there are still some differences.”

"You are still young and don't know enough about them. It's normal to suffer a loss."

"I'm afraid it's not that mortal who made me suffer..." Gracia's eyes were full of complex emotions, and she finally chose to put down the whip and salute Asmodeus, "Thank you for your support. Teaching, but can you let me guess what role you played in this?"

Asmodeus did not refute, but he also did not admit it. He stared at the daughter he claimed personally, waiting for her conclusion.

"Mephisto?" The first thing Gracia thought of was the Grand Duke, who was probably second only to her father in popularity. "That moon elf has some magic, and there seems to be a similar model in Cania's library!"

As the Chief Mage of the Nine Hells, Mephistopheles specializes in the souls of those mages and sages, and these mortals regard even being invited to join his cause as proof of personal ability to reach a level of greatness.

"Moreover, that Dragon Lich also possesses a lot of secret knowledge, and he should be interested in it."

"You used your succubus as experimental materials several centuries ago to exchange for Mephisto's covetousness of the Delusion Land," Asmodeus shook his head gently. The winner of that experiment was still standing in the corridor outside. "He was very satisfied with the deal. Even I couldn't have any bargaining chips that could make him more tempted."

This statement was 80% true or 80% false. Asmodeus couldn't have such bargaining chips. It was just a matter of whether he wanted to take them out.

"That's Dispater!" A trace of anger flashed in the eyes of the succubus queen. "He hasn't given up yet! It seems that I have to go and 'reason' with him again!"

"It's not him either," Asmodeus still shook his head. "He has been scared by you. He won't make any more moves until he is sure enough."

He knows his subordinates too well, even better than they know themselves, and there is no need for him to deceive Gracia. What he said is the truth.

"So... Tiamat?" Gracia frowned slightly, "What kind of deal did you reach with her back then?"

"If one day you can come up with a conspiracy that not only surprises your colleagues but also me, I will consider telling you," the Lord of the Nine Hells still shook his head, "but I can tell you that it has nothing to do with this time."

Gracea looked at her father, as if trying to find clues from his eyes: "... You, you can't be personally-" (End of this chapter)