From Mightiest Hero to Demon King

Noon the next day.

Gallius stood blurry in the square in front of the royal palace with a backpack in a gold bag.

The square is flooded with crowds waiting for the brave to show up now or now.

He wasn't going to take a trip to this place.

(Phew, speaking of stupidity is out of line, but if you wanted to kick me out soon, you could have given me about the journey support)

It was honestly a pleasure to stay for free in a luxurious inn, on the measure of General Gotte. I had a good night's sleep.

but the whore waited (which of course drove me back because it was unpleasant to be dealt with) and you didn't get me any of the items I needed for the journey to take care of me in a strange way.

Although I left the city to buy what I needed, most of the shops were closed because there was a ceremony one day.

Conversely, it was only now that the trader was resting that some shops had opened, but they were dotted all over the place, making them the wings running around the Wang Capital.

In the meantime, I got lost in a place like this at this hour.

I can't get around with people.

Moreover, he was pushed quite far to the front row and in a position to look up at the terrace of the palace.

This isn't going to get out until the farce is over anymore, when I think about it.

Sweet smell that blurs the flutter and nostrils.

The opposite of the signs of origin - Gallius turned his attention.

Attention is drawn to the small person, who then moves to sew the gap.

Someone small in a robe.

The face is uncertain because the hood is worn deep in the eyes and the mouth is also covered with cloth. But Gallius instantly breaks his identity.

(Demon clan...)

The sweet smell is definitely 'eccentric incense'. Incense made by the Demon Nation in its own formula, which has the effect of making consciousness point separately. Initially it was a battle in the woods, something that bothered me a lot about this.

However, knowing Tane is not that difficult.

There are measures to avoid breathing with your nose, but it's like knowing where it is because someone released incense on the opposite side of the smell.

They took it backwards and wiped out a hundred troops.

Anyway, that little demon tribe dared to infiltrate the king's capital and is now on the terrace of the palace where the brave (fake, but) are about to appear.

Purpose is clear.

You're going to be attacked by brave men.

I have no in-laws to help Prince Jeredo.

You flipped those dangers and took all the credit for bravery, so solve it yourself, please.

But if you are single and come to an outrage, there is no life for that demon tribe either. Probably because behind the prince is the strongest knight, General Gotte, refraining.

(Probably him... or her. Not sure, but he doesn't know the Demon King is alive)

That's why I give up my life, but I'm trying to avenge it.

We have to stop it.

It's ridiculous that someone from the Demon Nation dies at the price of killing a nasty man. But...

(Ugh, I can't move...)

It's almost impossible for a fat Gallius to sew people's gaps. Still, although I tried to push it through, I was pushed back the other way and lost sight of the Demons while I was bringing it about.

Wow, I cheer.

Highly the trumpet rang, and the decree for the appearance of the brave roared.

Jeredo shows up on the terrace.

I'm not wearing holy armor, and I'm not lowering my holy sword to my waist. It was just a round waist dressed up.

The audience squirms.

Everyone was surprised by the unexpected appearance of the person.

But when the explanation was given, 'When using the holy sword, the holy armor, it can be turned into an ugly figure', he gradually regained his composure and another blurring was born.

"So you've been on the front line hiding your identity before?

"On the contrary, I didn't know you were single and challenged the Demon King to defeat him"

"I thought you were a man who'd do something."

"Shh, nice."

"Master Jeredo!

All are swallowing false explanations. That was the word that reached Gallius's ear at the very least.

Jeredo shouts out loud.

"The kingdom of the devil is doomed. But I couldn't have done this by myself. [M] Because all the people supported me. Thank you so much!"

A big cheer rolls up. Some women were going down.

Jeredo and Gallius, waving and responding, looked at each other. A slight and nasty grin.

I knew you weren't coming.

I'm sure you would have thought so. If I hadn't found that demon clan earlier...

From the front row of the audience, one shadow jumped.

Hooded robes, little shadows - the demons just now.

A giraffed blade peeps through the gap in the robe. My body is short. Then it was more unusually repetitive than a normal knife.

A raider who chose a weapon that could not be brought to an end if it was not fleshy, in a situation that would strike his opponent nearly ten metres high.

Besides, he slashed the knife straight up at a distance that didn't reach Jeredo in the end.

Something half-moon pops out of the knife's body.

The wind converged and was bladed and shot off.

(Windy Fine Dagger (Sylphide Dagger)!?)

A dagger with special effects that manipulate the wind. In Gallius' memory, it's a delicacy that should be sleeping in the royal palace treasure trove. Why does the Demons have that?

"Hih!?"

Jeredo, frightened, protected his face with one hand. Zuba and a sharp wind blade broke both sides of the twist. Slash Jeredo's face as he is.

"Ghaaaa!

Through one eye from the forehead, a vertical main muscle was created on the cheek, and although the bloodshot gained momentum,

(... shallow)

Gallius watched things calmly.

The wind blade appears to have lost momentum as it hits Jeredo's arm and has not reached the back of his skull. One eye would be useless, but he spared instant death.

"No! No, no, no, no, no!

Cover your face with safe arms, and nod, Jeredo. The moment the severed arm fell to the ground.

From behind Jeredo, a big knight jumped out. He wields a two-handed sword with one hand and is slashed by the Raiders.

Gallius clung his hand to his pocket and took out a piece of coin.

I would have preferred a copper coin if I could, but unfortunately it was gold. I didn't have time to swap anymore, and whilst tongue-in-cheek, I played gold coins with my thumb -.

"Huh!?"

Something as fast as a bowgan arrow (...) passed in front of General Gotte's eyes.

Gotte was surprised by the unexpected and the operation was delayed for a moment.

Even if he waves his sword forcefully, the raider takes it with a dagger in distorted form. But Gotte quickly kicked into the raider's chest.

Oops, dull noise.

The raider was blown away. But just before he was slammed to the ground, a whirlpool of wind tangled in his torso, fluttering and rising. He rose high as it was and flew away from the square over the crowd's head.

Gotte looked up at the terrace as he descended to the ground.

"Arms, arms...... My arm...? Where are you..."

On Jeredo's side a cleric is leaning in and stopping the bleeding with therapeutic magic.

(Shit, were you dying)

I judged it fatal because of the bloody momentum from my face, but it seems I missaw it.

But Gotte himself could not be blamed for even allowing the raiders to chase him. So it's not a mistake to have been slashed by a raider, I tell myself.

(I exposed all that ugliness. But I'll make it up to him.)

Besides,

"No, come on... Why, why am I so blind..."

A greenhouse-raised prince. Fear in the face of death is not easy to wipe. It would be mentally impossible to relapse. If so, so is dead.

"Follow the thief. Second and third squads continue to me!

All you have to do is seal the mouth of the raider, prepared by yourself (...).

Then lay on Gallius, who would be wandering around there, 'the sin of luring the demons into the king's capital', and plead not guilty, whether or not.

There are no major impediments to the plan.

You don't have to panic yet.

It was a soothing goth, but one thing bothered me.

(Earlier passing in front of me was a gold coin. Why would you do that?

It's no coincidence. Someone deliberately flew it to protect the Raiders.

So who the hell is it?

(No way, dude...)

A man as ugly as a pig passed the back of his brain, but Gotte smiles.

Gold coins are 'coins' and not 'weapons'. Even that man with the [item master] can't use just gold coins with no special effects or anything as a weapon.

Gotte looks around at the panicked audience.

I felt like I saw Gallius in the first place, but I'm sure I saw him wrong.

If you have the pride of a crowd, you won't show up on this occasion. Even if you were there, you'd be looking far away from the royal palace.

Gotte scratched the waves and chased the raiders...