Since this story doesn't follow any logical narrative rules, let's leave behind our deity with delusions of being the protagonist, who distracts the audience with his femboy charms, and return to the real protagonist, so to speak… Akira.
Because if there's one thing this story has plenty of, it's a lack of plot and an excess of references...
Ahem...
Let's get back to the dwarven city.
Akira was surrounded by dwarves who still couldn't believe what he had just accomplished. He had dethroned the undefeated queen of arm wrestling... without having a single muscle!
"The secret is in the wrist. The movement is key," Akira explained confidently as the dwarves gathered around him and applauded. Some were taking notes on his words, and there were even a few who started drawing that incredible moment.
Meanwhile, Emilia Breaker was still on the ground, trying to come to terms with her unfair defeat at the hands of a plot that made no sense.
"How did this happen?"
"That weakling can't beat me!"
"What kind of trick did he pull?!"
"Hey, you! Brat!" the dwarf exclaimed firmly.
All the other dwarves stepped away from the young man as the queen walked toward him with firm steps and a voice full of frustration.
"I want a rematch! Right now!"
Akira shrugged, doing what he did best... avoiding responsibility.
"No, sorry. I'm already tired, and my wrist hurts a little. Maybe another day..." he replied, trying to hide the sweat starting to run down his face.
Emilia approached until she was face-to-face with him and grabbed his shirt, pulling it down so she could meet his height.
"I said... I... want... a... rematch..."
Akira began looking at his companions. Minu, who was supposedly his guide on this journey, pretended to whistle while looking away, trying to sneak out of the situation.
Akira glared at her indignantly.
"You useless little fairy...! I'm reporting you to Fairy Resources!"
"SPN? Any help?" Akira muttered, trying to open his floating panel.
SPN: Error 404 Not Found
"Piece of junk program...! I'm uninstalling you!" Akira thought, a vein throbbing on his forehead.
"Hey! Are you listening to me, brat?!" Emilia exclaimed, tightening her grip even more.
At that moment, Momo approached her.
"Q-Queen... let go..."
"Please... let go of Akira."
Emilia turned and saw the shy dwarf looking at her with determination. Even though the words weren't coming out the way she wanted, her gaze showed how determined she was.
"Huh? And what are you sticking your nose into, brat? This is between him and me!"
Momo grabbed the queen's arm tightly.
"E-Enough..."
The queen grew even angrier when she felt Momo's hand pressing against her arm.
"Are you rebelling against your queen?! Let go of me right now!"
Momo shook her head.
"W-We are supposed to..."
"Dwarves are supposed to always keep our word with honor," Momo finished firmly.
"Tch..." The queen knew her words were true.
"Yes, but... I know he cheated! I never lose!"
Akira, who was still pretending not to notice anything, was about to speak when, suddenly, he felt the temperature around him beginning to rise.
With their arms free, Akira, Emilia, and Momo wiped their foreheads at the same time.
"What's with this unbearable heat...?" the dwarf queen muttered.
At that moment, the three turned toward Aoi, who was surrounded by flames. Her blue hair had stood on end, as if she had transformed into some kind of alien that changed hair color with every transformation.
"What the hell...?!" Emilia exclaimed.
She immediately let go of Akira.
Momo instinctively hid behind Akira, along with Minu.
"A-A demon!"
Akira suddenly stood up straight and froze like a soldier giving a military salute.
"Oh, no! It's the demon wife!"
Even the dwarves watching the scene got scared and took a few steps back.
As for our vampire maid, there was no reaction because we didn't have enough budget to include her in this scene. Just pretend she wasn't there.
Aoi had a very forced smile as she directed her words toward Emilia.
"Emilia Breaker... A ruler is supposed to keep her word at all times..."
The dwarf also straightened up like Akira.
"Y-Yes."
"How scary..."
"This girl is the devil!"
"Now..." Aoi continued. "Admit your defeat. I'm already tired of listening to this nonsense..."
She then pointed at Akira with contempt.
"I already have enough problems being married to that loser... So don't waste my time..."
A small flame flickered from Aoi's eye as she fixed her gaze on Emilia, who seemed to be burning under her stare.
"Y-Yes!"
The dwarf turned toward Akira.
"Heh... heh... hehe. Without a doubt, you've won fair and square..." she muttered, nervously extending her hand.
Akira shook it, just as nervous.
"Th-Thank you, Queen."
Aoi smiled again and put out her flames with a clap.
"I'm glad everything was settled peacefully... I love it when people calmly talk things out," she commented in a suspiciously kind tone.
Everyone returned her smile nervously.
Emilia approached Akira and whispered...
"Blink twice if you're in danger with that woman... I can get you a carriage to another nation."
Akira blinked twice.
Then he blinked twice more, even harder.
"It was worse than I thought..." the dwarf muttered.
At that moment, a smiling Aoi placed a firm hand on her shoulder.
"Now then... Queen Emilia Breaker."
"Shall we head to the town hall? We need to finalize the 'cooperation' contract with Faraluz..." she suggested with a huge, creepy smile.
The queen shuddered at her words as Aoi dragged her toward the town hall.
"Help!"
"This woman is the devil!"
And so, before the eyes of Akira, Minu, Momo, and Cecilia, the queen's figure slowly faded into the distance among the streets, as if some dark being were dragging her into the abyss.
The four looked up at the sky and could make out Emilia's fading image among the clouds, waving at them.
"Goodbye... We'll meet again someday."
"It was a pleasure meeting you... Emilia..." Akira murmured, looking up at the sky with a sad smile, as if the queen had ceased to exist.