I Raised the Demon Queen (Now She Won't Leave Me Alone)-Chapter 60 : End of Innocence

The morning mist clung to the trees like they'd forgotten how to let go.

The dirt road stretched out ahead of them, damp and glistening from the night's drizzle. Birds chirped overhead with a kind of judgmental cheer, and somewhere in the distance, something howled.

Probably just an overly dramatic squirrel.

Elias adjusted the reins on their borrowed horse—courtesy of the general, who had ominously declared it a "creature of war" despite its fluffy mane and habit of stopping to eat every third leaf.

Behind him, slumped against his back, was a small, warm weight—Rhea, dozing quietly. She had one arm around his waist and her cheek pressed against his shoulder. Her breath tickled his collarbone.

Elias didn't dare move too much. Not because she'd wake up and roast him, but because... he didn't want to disturb her peace.

Not after what she remembered.

Not after the name.

Revantra.

The name echoed in his mind like thunder trapped in a jar.

But the girl behind him? The one clinging to his side, drooling just slightly onto his shirt?

That was Rhea.

The road was quiet.

Too quiet.

Elias squinted suspiciously at a bush.

It rustled.

He pulled back on the reins.

"...Was that a bird? Or a divine assassin in very convincing foliage?"

The bush spit out a squirrel, who immediately flipped him off and vanished.

"Rude," Elias muttered.

Rhea shifted behind him and murmured something in her sleep.

He craned his neck, listening.

"...pastry tax..." she whispered.

"Not happening," he whispered back.

A few hours later, the road widened, and the forest thinned.

Hills rose around them, dotted with wildflowers. The wind was gentle and cool.

Rhea stirred.

She yawned into his shirt, then blinked up at him, sleepy and confused. "...Why are we moving?"

"Because otherwise we'd be stationary," Elias replied. "Which is not ideal when people are trying to arrest us."

She blinked again. Then rubbed her eyes. "Did I fall asleep?"

"You conked out the second we left the ruins. Made a weird noise. Sort of like a goose hiccuping."

"I do not make goose noises."

"You definitely do."

"I'm going to incinerate your hair."

"Just the grays, please."

She laughed and leaned back against him, resting her chin on his shoulder. "I dreamt about that name again."

"Revantra?"

She nodded.

"And?"

"She's not me. Not really. I remember her, but I... I chose to be Rhea."

He gave her hand a squeeze. "Good."

A pause.

"Though Revantra sounds like she had better hair," she added.

"She also burned down temples and tried to eat a sun."

"...Okay, fair."

They crested a hill just after midday and took a break beneath a crooked pine tree.

Elias laid out some slightly smushed rations. Rhea poked at the food with the suspicion of someone who still remembered being worshipped with gold and blood sacrifices.

"This is bread," she announced. "That tastes like betrayal."

"It's survival food," Elias said, chewing through his own piece like it owed him money. "Think of it as nostalgic. Like the first meal we shared after you tried to set me on fire."

"That was a magical accident."

"That was very much on purpose."

"I was confused and smol."

"You're still smol."

She pouted.

And then smiled.

After lunch, they resumed the ride.

The sun cast long shadows over the road. Birds took flight above them in slow, graceful arcs. Everything looked peaceful.

And yet, Elias's chest felt tight.

Not from fear.

From something else.

From knowing this peace was fragile.

From knowing her innocence—her childhood—was slipping.

She'd grown so fast.

Yesterday she looked seven.

Today, she could pass for ten. Maybe even eleven, if she was standing on a box and yelling.

And now she had memories. Memories of death. Of fire. Of names spoken in reverence and terror.

She hadn't cried about them.

Not yet.

But he had seen the way her fingers trembled when they left the ruins.

The way she held his hand tighter during the ride.

"Hey," he said softly. "You doing okay?"

She didn't answer right away.

Then: "Do you think people can really start over?"

He blinked. "That's... a big question for someone whose bedtime is theoretically still 8:00 PM."

She nudged him. "Be serious."

He took a breath.

"Yeah. I think they can. If they want to."

"Even someone like me?"

He turned in the saddle just enough to look at her.

"You're not someone like her," he said. "You're you. And if you ever forget who that is, I'll remind you. Every day. Loudly. Possibly with puppets."

"...You don't own any puppets."

"I can learn."

She smiled.

And then, very softly: "Thank you."

That night, they camped beneath a starlit sky.

The general had gone ahead, scouting their path toward the demon ruins deeper inland. It was just Elias, Rhea, and their horse, who Elias had named "Sir Neighs-a-Lot" and whom Rhea insisted on calling "Deathpony."

Rhea curled up near the fire, wrapped in a borrowed cloak that was far too big for her. Doom the plush cat rested beside her, facing the flames like a tiny, beady-eyed guardian.

Elias sat across from her, sharpening a stick with a rock he found.

It wasn't useful.

But it felt like something he could control.

Rhea watched him for a while, then asked, "What happens if I become her again?"

He looked up. "You won't."

"But if I do."

He hesitated.

Then stood, walked over, and sat beside her.

"If you ever lose yourself," he said quietly, "I'll find you."

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"I promise," he added. "No matter what you become. No matter how powerful or scary or demon-queen-y. I'll always come after you."

Her voice wobbled. "Even if I'm... gone?"

"You won't be. Not completely. Not to me."

She didn't cry.

But she leaned against him.

And didn't move for a long time.

Later that night, as the fire faded and the stars stretched on overhead, Elias felt her breathing slow.

She'd fallen asleep again.

Head on his shoulder.

Hair in his face.

He didn't move.

Didn't dare.

He just listened.

To the wind.

To her breathing.

To the quiet, aching space between who she was—and who she might become.

And finally, in the softest whisper he had ever used:

"I'll protect you. No matter what."

The stars blinked above them, uncaring.

But somewhere deep inside the sleeping girl beside him, something shifted.

And she smiled.

To be continued...