Otherworld Destruction Gallery

Head Moderator☆) Already sent someone lol, sorry.

No sooner had Evelyn checked the Head Moderator’s comment than a knock echoed through her room.

Knock knock knock.

“Oh my goodness!”

Since the destruction, she hadn’t heard a knock even once.

Evelyn felt a fear greater than when she had been chased by demon beasts.

‘H-how did they get here?’

The Ophelia mansion had long been occupied by demon beasts.

It was practically a dungeon at this point.

A labyrinthine garden filled with demon beasts that could leap out at any moment.

But who were these people knocking so nonchalantly?

Evelyn peeked through the crack in the door.

Her confusion only deepened.

“We’ve come to deliver some good news.”

The first was a dwarf.

A dwarf—one of those who lived in the Antares Mountains—was knocking on her door.

“P-poor human… Could you please open the door?”

There was also a peculiar porter with an unusual manner of speech.

“If you open it now, your life will at least be safe, hehe.”

And then there was just a strange elf.

‘What the hell is this?’

How could such different races appear together in one place?

Evelyn trembled and played dead, refusing to answer.

But it was not the right choice.

Creak!

“Eeek!”

“Oh, so you were inside.”

A man, who appeared to be a knight, broke the door handle with monstrous strength and entered.

Was it some comfort that he seemed the most normal of the group?

Extending his hand, he spoke kindly.

“We’ll guide you.”

“Ah… uh, yes…”

She couldn’t bring herself to say no.

Evelyn never dreamed.

That this party would turn out to be the infamous multi-race party from the Gallery.

Nor that the knight holding her hand was the infamous madman who led them.

Regardless, under the party’s protection, Evelyn left the duchy’s territory for the first time since the destruction.

Inside the Kelton Royal Castle.

Soldiers, led by knights in armor, charged forward with spears and swords.

“Kieeek!”

“Kill them all!”

People who had split off from Adrian were reclaiming the Kelton Royal Castle.

Though their armor and appearance were shabby, their skills were exceptional, honed through daily battles large and small.

“Grrr…”

Slash!

The demon beast arrogantly sitting on the throne fell, marking the end of the castle’s cleansing.

“Is it over?”

Despite Lloyd’s incantations, no more demon beasts appeared.

This signified that the castle was fully cleared.

Half joyous, half wary, the army completed the reclamation battle after three days and nights.

They were so drained and exhausted that they could barely stand.

Everyone was certain they’d pass out if they so much as closed their eyes.

And yet, they had won because…

Title: It’s Me

Author: Head Moderator☆

(Image of a box of spicy tuna cans)

(Triangular Kimbap Meme)
Eat while you read, lol.

Lloyd) Oh my!!! What is all this!!! Really!!!
ㄴ This guy seriously doesn’t know the concept of shame, lol.

ㄴ lol, he sounds like someone who’d never refuse anything.

-Truly magnificent!

-Head Moderator, you know I love you, right?

-Seriously, what would we have done without the Head Moderator? lol.

-Even the most reckless founding story gets solved with a spoonful of Head Moderator.

-So grateful, damn it, so lovable.

ㄴ How grateful can someone be to curse while thanking…

ㄴ It just shows how deeply thankful they are.

This was all thanks to the protection of the gallery’s manager and owner, the Head Moderator.

Even if you wanted to lose, you couldn’t.

As everyone collapsed from exhaustion, ready to eat canned tuna and heated triangular kimbap, the entrance grew noisy.

“Sir Lloyd!”

At that moment, a middle-aged knight rushed in, breathless.

It was Alfred, a knight who had sided with Lloyd when Adrian split apart.

“What’s the matter? Have demon beasts invaded?”

Startled, Lloyd quickly stood up and asked, only for Alfred to grab his shoulder and shout.

“She has arrived!”

“What? Who… Don’t tell me?”

“Lady Ophelia just arrived!”

Evelyn Ophelia.

The only daughter of the Kelton Duchy and the next queen of the Kingdom of Kelton.

At those words, the soldiers, despite their fatigue, hurriedly rose and looked toward the door.

Almost simultaneously, someone appeared in the audience chamber.

“Is that… her?”

Lloyd stared at the entrance in astonishment.

But then, he couldn’t help but squint.

Behind her, standing at the entrance, the warm radiance pouring in made it hard for anyone to keep their eyes open.

“O-oh… Finally…”

“The one we’ve only heard about…”

As the gloomy skies that had hung over the reclamation battle cleared and light filled the audience chamber, everyone instinctively knew.

The woman standing at the center of it all was truly worthy of being their queen.

Under the weight of all those gazes, she stood boldly, unwavering, and completely composed.

And as everyone looked on in awe, Evelyn opened her eyes slowly and thought.

‘T-this is embarrassing.’

For years, she had been holed up in her room, spending her days on the gallery.

The sudden attention and crowd were suffocating and overwhelming for her.

The coronation was held immediately.

Knights and soldiers parted on either side, and Evelyn, stiff as a wooden doll, walked step by step toward the throne, where everyone knelt before her.

“Please lead us!”

“Glory to Queen of Kelton, our majesty!!”

Amid the flood of celebratory greetings, Evelyn thought with a calm expression.

‘I want to go home…’

Evelyn squeezed her eyes shut under the suffocating stares.

But shutting her eyes only made the whispers around her more audible.

“They say she’s closest to the Head Moderator…”

“I heard the Queen was the first to exchange items and speak informally with the Head Moderator.”

“Even during the defeat, she refused to abandon her territory and remained steadfast.”

The rumors were full of misconceptions.

The item exchange? She had clung to the Head Moderator, on the verge of starvation, and sold her bed.

Refusing to abandon her post? She had hidden in her room, pretending to be dead.

As for being closest to the Head Moderator…

‘Hmm, well, that’s true.’

Everything else was wildly exaggerated.

Moreover, the coronation was exposed entirely to the gallery thanks to Lloyd’s over-the-top behavior.

He managed to plaster an entire page of trending posts with content about the coronation.

-Season 402124: The Founding of a Human Kingdom
-But you’re saying this queen is the same person as the Fallen Noble Lady?

ㄴ For real, it’s hard to connect the dots.

ㄴ I thought she’d just be cute, but her actual presence is shockingly noble, wow.

-She’s cute, but there’s this unapproachable elegance to her.

ㄴ This is definitely a gap moe.

ㄴ Seriously makes me want to pet her.

-So, are you telling me that with that kind of atmosphere, she used emojis and chatted cheerfully with the Head Moderator?

ㄴ Ugh, I really didn’t want to say this, but…

ㄴ ?

ㄴ Never mind, I won’t say it.

ㄴ You’re seriously insane.

The Gallery, in particular, was in chaos.

She missed the days when she quietly browsed the Gallery.

But what was this now?

Her pale cheeks gradually turned red.

She hadn’t wanted this level of excessive attention.

Then, it happened. She stumbled upon an inappropriate comment in the chat.

Head Moderator☆) The Fallen Noble Lady wakes up to find herself queen of a kingdom?!

ㄴ What’s up with this guy all of a sudden?

ㄴ Die.

ㄴ (Displeased Queen meme)

ㄴ When did they even release a Queen meme? lol.

Head Moderator☆) The Queen blushing a little is so cute, upvote lol.
ㄴ Upvote.

ㄴ Wait, really?

ㄴ How do they even notice these things? lol.

ㄴ A blushing queen is definitely legit… yup.

ㄴ Could I make a fanart dedicated to my respect for the Queen?

ㄴ Oh.

ㄴ Draw it now.

“You… you Head Moderator, you…”

The one who turned her into a queen.

Watching him nonchalantly chat as if he found this whole situation amusing made Evelyn’s temper rise.

On top of that, being queen wasn’t as comfortable as it sounded.

As soon as the coronation ended, knights immediately approached her to report the situation.

“Your Majesty, we’re sorry to bring this up right after the coronation, but there are still remnants of demon beasts…”

“Your Majesty, our remaining food supplies are currently…”

“Your Majesty! We’ve received reports that demon beasts are gathering in the eastern forest to launch an attack!”

“Your Majesty, Your Majesty, Your Majesty.”

Her mind blanked as she slightly parted her lips, feeling like her soul was leaving her body.

At that moment, a notification from the Gallery rang.

Head Moderator☆: Congrats on becoming queen.

Head Moderator☆: Also, I have something to discuss regarding an investment. Are you free now?

The ultimate love-hate figure casually showed up again.

And then he had the nerve to say, “Congrats on becoming queen?”

Congrats congrats on becoming queen?

Evelyn: Kyaaaah!!!

Head Moderator☆: ???

Evelyn: Haaaah!!!

Head Moderator☆: Uh, excuse me, ma’am.

Evelyn:

ㅗ＼ㅍ /ㅗ

ㅗ＼ㅁ /ㅗ

ㅗ＼ㅍ /ㅗ

ㅗ＼ㅁ /ㅗ

Evelyn finally let go of her last shred of rationality.

Beyond the rift, in a space that could only be described as unknown.

A hand shot up amidst lifeless, dried-up corpses.

“Gasp!”

His golden hair, now completely devoid of its former luster.

A haggard and gaunt appearance.

No one would have guessed that he was once Crown Prince Frederick.

“Head Moderator, that wretched bastard! Damn Adrian scum! I will make sure—no matter what—I will have my revenge!!”

Frederick, emerging from the pile of assassins’ corpses he had hired, had eyes filled with murderous intent.

He took ragged breaths, looking around.

A world soaked in violet hues, beyond the rift.

This place was utterly bizarre.

“So this is the outside…”

A strange tower rising high into the sky.

Familiar castle-like structures.

A world that seemed to cram all these elements together and crush them into a grotesque shape.

Frederick felt like he was going to lose himself, mesmerized by the bizarre sight.

“I… I need to survive first.”

Madness tends to calm when faced with an even greater madness.

Frederick held his breath and tried to hide beyond the nearby structures.

“Oh my, a living person?”

If not for the figure staring straight at him.

“A person…?”

Frederick turned his head with a dazed voice.

And in the middle of the ruins, there stood someone.

“So there are people even here? You there! Help me!”

Frederick shouted toward the figure.

It didn’t seem like a demon beast.

Its clean appearance didn’t match a single characteristic of a demon beast.

The figure slowly approached Frederick.

“Yes, hurry! Get me out of here!”

Just as Frederick scrambled to grab the figure’s hand—

Crack!

“Cuh… Ah…?”

Frederick was split into “Fre” and “Derick.”

The speed at which it happened was unbelievable, far too quick to be caused by such delicate hands.

As Frederick blinked in agony, the figure smiled with a glint in its eyes and whispered.

“Thank you for the meal.”

The aura around the figure thickened.

“Head Moderator? Got it memorized.”

The figure stared at the rift, smiling as if full of anticipation.