Dungeon Defense

Pymon looks back at the map.

Citri smiles beside me as if it's not funny. Citri was just about to come back to Pymon after she had a big hoax with three Centauri. Citri, a metaphor for color, but Pymon was not a great person to go anywhere. It's been a long time since I thought I'd spend a sexually lewd and beautiful time with Pymon. Pymon silently observes only the map.

Citri pouted her lips.

“Hmph. Thinking about you is simple. Do you think I'm that stupid? ”

“Oh, my.”

Pymon growls.

‘You look frustrated because you don't play. Cute.'

Then, let me take a look at what you think, and Pymon looked at Citri. Citri was a confident face.

“Everyone else is stupid and stupid, but I'm still the number 12 Demon King. As much as people think, no, more than people think. ”

“Oh my God, oh my God. I had no idea our Citri was so smart. ”

“Heheh. She's like, what is it? You're going to kill him, aren't you? ”

A smile grows on Pymon's lips. It was not the DDK, but the DDK, but it was not pointed out. Citri has been told enough about what she wants to say. Citri takes it for silent positivity and says it excitedly when Pymon doesn't respond.

“Barbatos, that retarded little bitch, walks through the cracks of weakness as she fights with the humans, making our mountain tribe comfortable. That's what it is, right? Am I right? ”

It's like a puppy waiting for its master's praise. Pymon thought so.

“Half right, half wrong. ”

“Ugh, huh? ”

Citri frowns. He looked like an Otter in the face of a lifetime of crisis.

“Half right... Half wrong? You're right if you're right, and you're wrong if you're not? Ugh. How can you be half right and half wrong? ”

Citri was the one who ascended to the High Demon King with all his might and power. However, there was a lack of resourcefulness compared to strong nothingness. Once he entered the battlefield, he instinctively ruled the battlefield as if he were a fool, but unfortunately in other places, he became suspicious of whether there was a slight shortage of bribes on the skull.

If Barbatos was a warrior who turned the battlefield into a work of art with intelligence and strategy, Citri was a warrior who ruled the battlefield with force and instinct. Either way, it was more specialized in combat than war. That's why Pymon thinks what he sees is invisible to them.

Pymon thought she was a monarch, not a monarch.

“How do you think the world will change after our Demon Lord has conquered the continent? ”

“Hm? Won't she be a good place to live? ”

Pymon smiles. His naive answer is fresh. Citri flares her cheeks and looks at the other person, asking if they are mocking me. Pymon did not avoid his gaze. I casually glanced at Citri with red eyes. Then I chose the horse inside and opened my lips softly and distinctly.

“I'm sorry, it's rare to be as tall as Citri and keep your innocence, so I laughed carelessly. It's been a long time since I've seen a girl who's literally blossomed. ”

“ ……. ”

Citri bowed her head knowing that it was a genuine compliment. Her face turns red. In this way, my sister is rebellious, and Citri thought. Pymon always looks at his opponent with sincerity. Such integrity was rare, at least in the world of the Demon King.

Despite the crossing of treachery and plots, Pymon has clearly divided his allies from his enemies. Allies turned enemies into allies. He did not hide his love for humans and Demihumans.

Pymon was distinguished from Barbato in that: Barbatos was also a clear figure of allies and enemies, but she wanted to rule as their master. Pymon, on the other hand, accepted his allies as his own. That difference will make the mountain tribes outnumber the plains.

“Anyway! Half wrong, half right! ”

“A world where Maine can live. Say hello. That's how it's gonna be. But on the contrary, it would be a world as difficult to live in as humankind. ”

Pymon strokes the continental map with his palm.

“But look. This is how many humans there are. Even if the Demon Prince subjugates the continent, he won't be able to wipe out all the humans. Perhaps humans will be enslaved and enslaved to serve the Demon Society. ”

“Hmm. What's wrong with that? It's natural for the weak to serve the strong. ”

Pymon looks at Citri with his lonely eyes.

“But is it really a world for Mine? Citri, I don't think so. It's a world for the Demon King, not for the Demon King. ”

“Huh?"

“The Demon King can read all of the Demon's feelings. So for the Demon King, Mine is not just a typewriter. He who treats others like himself, that is the Demon King…… That is why the Demon King is fit to reign on the Demon King. That's what everybody thinks. ”

The Demon King took it for granted, even Demihumans.

Even if the Demon King could not build an absolute nation due to realistic difficulties, the Demon King's absolute kingdom must be the ideal of all. Accepting the ideal or not, he believed it was the right direction.

Pymon did the same thing. In fact, I believed in ideals more than anyone else. Rare are the Demon Kings who participated more vigorously than she did in the First Moon Blind. Until then, Pymon and Barbato were traveling towards one ideal, and almost all Demon Kings were. However, as Pymon went through the Second Month Blind, Python began to question him.

Do you really think so?

Is the world ruled by the Demon King the right kind of world?

She ponders over and over again. The Demon Kings sought to destroy the human nation for one reason: they could not read the human emotions. Humans were merely a hindrance to building a society of integrity. However, as Pymon fought several battles, he also saw that humans were no different from Mine.

Soon after the Third Monthly Blind, Pymon collided with Barbatos.

What are you talking about? ’

‘We just can't read our emotions. What's so different between a human and a Maine? Barbato, they're bleeding, too. They will suffer, and they will rejoice. Most of all, they can talk to us. ’

So what the fuck are we gonna do? ’

Despite Barbatos' fierce gaze, Pymon's argument stands firm.

‘Think…… what if there was no one like our Demon King in the world. Can the Demon King read emotions? If this is the only criterion that separates man from man... … in a world without a Demon King, isn't it the same as man or man? Barbatos, is the alien in this world not a human species, but rather our Demon King? ’

That was decisive.

Barbatos and Pymon have been separated since that day. Pymon, who questioned the Demon King's own existence, could not accept Barbatos' position.

The horse system was impenetrable. The witches who lived in the palace dreamed of living equally on a rich land. It was the Demon King who carried the dream. Barbatos aspired to replace the ideals of the horse system, believing that the alien species of man must be erased for the sake of an equal society. The Demon King bends the emotions of all the people and reigns as the rightful ruler…….

Pymon, on the other hand, was questionable. If Mankind and Mine were no different, would it be right to establish a society of ideals and exterminate them? Don't you think that the real ideal society is a society where humans, minds and Demihumans live equally? Now, there was a conflict between the worlds: the Demon King. Because of the Demon King's presence, Mine and Humans regarded each other as a completely different species. A truly ideal world is a place where everyone lives equally without the Demon King…….

It was a moment of separation between the plain and the mountain tribe.

“A world of equality under the Demon King. It's really good to hear. But here's the truth. The Demon King reigns supreme, and the Mankind serves as a slave. Is that really the ideal world? It's hard to convince a girl. ”

“ ……. ”

Citri did not fully understand Pymon's words. But I couldn't tell you where something as important was leaking from Pymon's lips.

“In this month's Armed Forces, we mountain tribes have been assigned to the Kingdom of Tuton and the Republic of Batavia. Thank goodness. Baal took care of the girl on purpose... I'll give you a chance to work with the Republic of Batavia... I always owe Baal my life. This time I've made his consideration worthless. ”

Python smiles as if it were disappearing.

Citri looks at Pymon with a lot of tears. She said honestly.

“I'm sorry. I don't know what you're talking about. ”

“There is only one way for humans and minds to live equally. Citri, I am not a Demon King based absolute monarch. A country where everyone acts as a citizen of sovereignty. The Democratic Republic is the only answer. ”

The Republic of Batavia was the only one adopting the Republic on the continent. Republicanism was widespread in other countries. Pymon was determined to work with the Republicans and oppose the royalty.

The head of most human nations, however, was a prince. Those who were directly injured by the Moon Blind Army were also royalty. Mine, too. The most active plains, whether conscious or unconscious, supported the monarchy.

‘Eventually.'

Pymon ridicules me.

"Those who believe in the monarchy fight by eating my flesh. ’

The Demon Lord and the Crown Prince are having a blast. Meanwhile, the mountain tribes cooperate with the Republicans. Immediately after the war, the Demon Lord and his supporters must have been greatly weakened. Aim for the crack that looks like that. The hordes of the mountains and Republicans have teamed up to turn the tide!

Homicide.

Citri's guess was half right. It's not just a battle between humans and the waves. To be precise, it was a battle between the royal faction and the plain waves.

The reason for handing over information about the Moon Blind to the Third Empress of Habsburg was also on the same line. After the war, the third princess had no choice but to hand over the military to the first, the rightful heir. The empress who captured the military could not stand by and watch the rival Empress. Then what means would the princess take…… Pymon was roughly guessing her choice. No, Pymon's plan was to lead the princess to make that choice.

Pymon circles the parchment map.

“This is the hard part. Citri, why don't you and I spend a little quality time together? ”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Heehee. Leave it to me today, sis. I'll send you to your paradise. ”

Citri gives you a glimpse of Pymon as she waits for it. Then he lays Pymon on the bed in the corner. Pymon laughs.

“Oh my. I don't like violent girls.... ”

“It's because you don't know the face of violence. From now on, call me master. ”

“Is it a role play? That's good too. My Lord, please treat the girl kindly. ”

“Huh. How dare you expect a humble servant to be so kind! Just stick a noble meat rod in your bitch's filthy vagina and think of it as nothing else. ”

Citri started caressing without taking her clothes off properly.

Pymon thinks as he feels a subtle touch. I wanted the Humans and the Demon Lord to fight a little more intensely, but Dantalian, the man did a strange trick. I didn't expect to break through the Black Mountains completely with a force of about 2,000.

We needed to warn the Humans to beware of the Demon King called Dantalian. Thinking about how to leak information to someone, she breathes out a hot breath.

“Now, wait a minute. Ugh, so strong! Master, just a little bit, queek, weaken...! ”

“Shut up. Phew. You're all wet and dishonest. ”

“Ahhhh! Ahhhh! ”

...... I'll have to think about it after this time. That's what Pymon thought.

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I've put a map of the continent in the novel settings box.