From Mightiest Hero to Demon King

Night near the crescent moon.

The chiefs of the five tribes of the desert people were gathered in the rocks. A large tent is erected just the same distance from their five bases.

The five chiefs sat idly at a distance from each other to draw large circles.

One of the most prominent of these is Zakhara, the chief of the Luxal clan, who boasts the greatest power. The young man, still in his mid twenties, was no less in stature than a resilient escort warrior who refrained behind him, intimidating his surroundings with a sharp eye.

"You think we're fighting together? Make us laugh. Let the rest of us ravage our sanctuary and other rhetorical precepts. Old, Muhammed."

"Don't be ridiculous. The Tower's attack can be accomplished without their help, which can decipher ancient characters. And they say that we desert people can't reach the top floor without working together again."

"How soggy. We agreed to compromise, accepted your proposal, and made a pact to obey the tribe that reached the top of the tower the soonest."

"If things change, we'll have to change our response. I think ad hoc is a privilege for young people."

Muhammad drifts through the pressure of the crushing words.

Danio and Manos, who refrain behind him, wrapped their tongues around the old age.

It was only with the roots of Muhammad that we achieved this meeting.

The two men, who decided it was only to his persuasion that they should put all their nerves into it, had confessed much of their own qualities and the purpose of Limullesta.

If cooperation was not forthcoming, he relied on other tribes, and if everything turned him down, he took the treasure and did not quit the full confrontation.

That readiness was communicated, Muhammed really accepted a little cooperation.

Nevertheless, Danio in particular had doubts about Muhammed's favourable attitude.

(I don't know what the old man with that hand is thinking. You have to cut your nerves so you don't shrug your legs. Jesus Christ)

Zahara's gaze pierced Danio, who was blurry looking at him.

"The tower was ruled by evil spirited demons, and the warriors we sent were wiped out except one of Kayla. That's what I said."

"I found some corpse-like traces, but I didn't check them directly. Until I guessed from the circumstances that it would be hopeless."

"Didn't you give it to Kayla at that point and attack another tribe?

The surrounding area fades deliberately.

On the other hand, Danio and the others were calm because it was one of the supposed toys.

Manos responds.

"Unfortunately, we don't have any physical evidence to deny the suspicion. But assuming that's the case, there's no reason to keep only one of our Kayla warriors alive."

If, as a premise, 'I had my hands tied to the Kayla tribe', the other warriors of the Kayla tribe would have lost their lives in battle with other tribes.

"Will he trust us, who have survived, who have wasted the lives of his fellow human beings and killed our compatriots, who now have the same ancestors, even in conflict? I heard about it, and so did Chief Muhammad."

"Hmm, it's also a frown spit that only one survived. Actually, aren't we all alive?

"Those whose death was judged certain by his testimony of survival have already mourned. Do the desert people not even hate to disguise death and falsify the ritual of mourning?

"We must not let anything that insults the death of our compatriots live without exception!

"If that is the common perception of the people of the desert, isn't it also a great insult to suspect that the Kayla disguised the death of their compatriots in our own cuteness?

"Nooo...... oh and here's what I'll say. You little bastard..."

Zahra sat abominably against Manos.

and one of the chiefs, who was static, speaks calmly.

"Let me believe Muhammed. But it's also possible that those there are deceiving Kayla."

Old Kumsch, the chief of the Leclair tribe.

Redundantly skinny, he keeps his indented eyes closed.

"Two old swordsmen flowing from the kingdom and a willing offering on their journey. It's not unnatural to explore ancient ruins to try. Yeah, let's be (...) natural, as if we were making up a story"

"I see. Do you mean these are the root of all evil? That's the old Kumsch, a wise man in the tribe."

Zakhara synchronized with surprise when anti-Kayla words came out of the unexpected.

Among the five tribes, the Leclair enter the frames of weakness, as do the Kayla. I had never shown myself to fight with Kayla, but because I thought I was against the Luxal and Niez tribes of the Strong tribe.

(Hmm, have you finally understood that it is best to treat the strong? Not dying, but I don't think I'm busy yet)

Manos, on the other hand, drinks sauce and salivate.

(Did that old man still move? This is the right place)

Muhammed told me he was the most cautious person.

If he doesn't move, the negotiations will go easy, but if he disagrees with this statement, it will be troublesome.

The power balance between tribes is complex. The magnitude of the forces cannot be measured alone.

Against the chief of the young and bloody Luxal, the other tribal chiefs bracket ease and height.

There is fierce controversy under the water over how the largest power, the Luxal tribe, and its chiefs, can be made to dance on the palms of their hands, and who holds the lead.

The story of the tower's offensive was also set up by four non-Luxal tribes.

It would be nice if my own tribe won. Even if we lost, we had tailored Luxal to the winner, and we had set up our own calculations of manipulating them from behind.

Among other things, Kumsh was the one who best dealt with Zahara as it stands.

While keeping up the attitude that is countering the strong tribe, we will be in tune with them at the point of need.

By doing so, he induces vigilance, constantly draws attention, sometimes shows reliability, and plants a sense of reciprocity, even if it is weak.

(Now, how should we stand around......)

I can't count on Muhammed's help. Whatever the Kayla people suspected of being deceived say gives them a gap of objection.

(Mr. Gallius seems to value me highly...... how disgusting is the deception of this hand)

When I was working in a city of people as an intelligence agent, I was thorough that they wouldn't find out I was a sub anyway. Even so, he basically kept it at no distance from the people he came into contact with and was just concerned about his sincere words and actions.

It was often conveniently used.

Nevertheless, I had broken it off if I could build a relationship quite well and get information.

None of the experience of falsification and deception equals none.

(No, would you try to make Mr. Gallius do something he doesn't like?

Suitable materials and he often says. Then what you are expected to do is not conspire against them with a mouthful.

"Hey, what are you silent about? Have you really come to try, and have you just met a Kayla warrior by chance? Give me a convincing explanation."

The people of the desert are the descendants of those who were abused from the same people. And persecution still persists.

(Then what should I do now -)

Manos made up his mind and put up his long hair (...).

"I'm an elf. My ears have been cut off like this."

A twitch occurs.

Danio became more alert and Muhammed sighed loudly.

But Manos is unshakeable.

"We come from Limullesta, a subnational nation headed by a human race. To attack the ruins of the Divine Age and make them our strength."

I tell you with sincere eyes,

"You demons! You're going to invade our shrine!

Zakhara burned those eyes with anger, stood up and struck Manos herself -.