From Mightiest Hero to Demon King

King Edgar brightened up as if his possessions had fallen.

I forgive Yurtus enough to offer myself to help persuade the local nobles as well as Gallius' information.

But it was also guided by Yurtus' masterful speaking skills.

Edgar pulled back and let the country decline, allowing the invasion of the Empire, while making a feat that destroyed the demonic kingdom. It is no longer a matter of time before the country dies. There was no longer anything short of rinsing the stigma, other than letting the public know internally and externally that it had minimized the bloodshed. Just like I cut the prince with that hand.

They used that kind of psychology.

I never thought I'd be called 'the lowest fool king I've ever sold my country to'.

After tomorrow for a specific story, Yurtus leaves Edgar's room.

Roy also left to seal the holy weapons.

As if foreseen, Merdonnay drops by with a sweet voice.

"Hey, sire. We're done talking, aren't we?

"Hmm? Well, for today,"

"Eh heh. Atashi today, I worked so hard. So, huh?

"Right. I need to reward the good luck kid. Come to my room later. I'll give you plenty of work."

Merdonnay's red eyes shone brightly.

"Atashi, I'm cleansing my body!

It was momentum that jumped out as it was, but he noticed those who had brought it to the wall and stood up to protect Yurtus.

Yurtus controls with his hands and then speaks to Pennelley.

"When the kingdom is settled, you will eventually be asked to head east. I want you to find an ex-brainer like Gallius."

"Do you order me, the Subman, to do that? The Urban Nation group is the ones who drove the sub people around. I suppose there's a limit to my behavior?

"I will give you the position of the Imperial Messenger. If that makes it difficult, it's also an excuse to attack that way. And..."

Yurtus laughs naughty.

"I might ask you to go more east (...)"

"- Huh!?"

"I'll advise you because you seem to be on the lookout. Not really. Don't look for me. Exactly. I don't feel good about it."

When Yurtus told him all that, he took Meldone and left.

Pennelei, who was left alone, dropped the body that was about to be held by the wall and held his knee -

There was a stable hall on the way from the royal palace to the outlying palace.

Zolt, the giant auger, can't get into his normal room, so this is where he'll be sleeping in the king's capital. Their treatment, which is more subhuman than originally, is cluttered. The rain storm was as good as it sounded.

Straw instead of a duvet, Zolt was blurry awaiting Pennelley's return.

If you turn your eyes to the feeling of your arms being pulled all the time.

"Yikes!?"

The woman was clinging. She's blonde, dressed in blonde, a people-like woman.

What surprised me was its lower body. From his waist down, he was sliding through the walls of the stable like he had stretched the bread fabric.

The woman's mouth moves. But his voice echoed directly into his head.

"Nice to meet you. I am Saint Martial Arts Hernazard. It's like the Spirit. '

"Spirit... something like that?

'I'd appreciate it if you could get through the details. Anyway, now I am facing a serious crisis. Therefore, this is how I look at you where you are not exposed to anything other than the contractor. "

"... I don't know what's going on, but if we need to talk, let's ask."

'It helps. And my wish is only one. Please help me.'

"Um, could you be more specific?

'Oh, you shouldn't. I look like this. I'm in a great hurry. It's just about to be sealed right now, and as it is, it's going to be trapped inside the holy weapons'.

"If it's a spirit living in things, isn't that what it is?

'I have a lot of trouble getting stuck there, but when I do, that man - Emperor Yurtus Barranhardt - peeks into my memory. It's a lot of trouble.'

"I'm not sure about this again, but do you mean there's something wrong with being known? What's that?"

'I can't answer you. It could leak from you.'

I still don't get the guidelines, and more importantly, I can't wipe my suspicions for a unilateral favor. But something close to the Spirit is breaking the ban and asking for help besides the contractor, so I guess it's a pretty chopped situation.

'It will be early dawn when the seal ends. Please steal me out by then (...). The location is on the ground floor of the detached palace, the Great Hall. There's defensive magic in the room, but I'll do something about it.'

"No, steal?

'After that, I would like you to deliver it to my covenant, Gallius the Brave. If that doesn't happen, at least sink it at the bottom of the ocean'

"Wait a minute, please. Exactly..."

I can run faster than a horse myself, but the Empire has a female knight riding a griffon. I don't feel like I can win one-on-one with her with the favor "Gift" that seals the opponent's movements.

More importantly...

"The people inside and the ladies are annoyed..."

It's obvious treason. At worst, the inside is destroyed, and Pennelei is not free.

"I'm sorry, but no matter how many spiritual requests you make, I can't respond to you..."

When I returned the rejection, my hand was then removed from my arm.

'Really? No, this one's in a hurry. I made a very impossible request. I'm sorry. I will fight you till the end.'

"I don't think so, but are you going to tell your daughter this story?

"No, we won't reach the royal palace from here."

Elzanad moves away.

"One last piece of advice."

With a pitiful look somewhere, she said.

"trampling (...) the happiness of others (...). It is the essence of a man named Emperor Yurtus who is obsessed by it to an unusual degree '

"What? Well, what do you mean -"

Shortly after hearing the question to the end, Elzanard slipped through the wall and disappeared.

Zolt was relieved for a while.

There, Pennelley returns. I couldn't stop worrying about my ragged face.

"Good day, young lady. How was it?

"Hi there...... no, do you want to talk about it properly? But keep your mouth shut."

Pennelley told me everything that happened between the thrones.

"Read your mind," he said?

Zolt is stunned by the emperor's true abilities, although he was not pinned in his conversation with Elzanad.

"Oh, definitely. He stabbed me in the nail the last time. On the contrary, he seems to be able to have a conversation with uncontracted spirits. Probably, but you're going to explore the terms of your contract with Holy Martial Arts."

Yeah, maybe. But what Elzanad was afraid of, I felt, was something else.

Holy Martial Arts is a hateful being who has once buried the Subhumans with the brave.

Yet the woman who names the Spirit has sought help from herself, a subhuman.

Why is that?

A consciousness of sin sprouted in his Spirit, and he tried to keep secrets that threatened the subhuman with the intention of redemption?

"Then what happened to our heads that the Subhumans escaped to the end?

"It's definitely leaking. It's just that all we know is what we've been aiming for. We actually got there and we don't know what's going on right now. I want you to live happily ever after... but now I can't help but be sick. With him, peace in the kingdom comes first, and we can't afford to look far east."

Was it? Zolt ran scared on his back.

What Elzanad wanted to hide.

Isn't that what the Subhumans are now living happily in the End of the Forest?

- Trample on the happiness of others.

If the essence of the emperor was so, there was a great possibility that some action would be taken at the time of learning.

"What's up? He seems to be trembling..."

"Huh? Hey, I seem tired today, hehe..."

"... well. Well, sure. I'm sorry I kept you waiting so late. Get some rest. Let me sleep, too."

Pennelley lay barely on the straw.

Zolt turns off the light on the lamp and holds his knee. Because it's so narrow to lie down.

Time flows terribly slowly.

Zolt looked out the window of the stable and weighed the approximate time with the movement of the moon.

Just before the sky starts to whiten, I crawl quietly on all fours and leave the stable.

"Excuse me, young lady. I'm sure it'll annoy you..."

I'm trying to do the wrong thing. Even though I feel that way, I am driven by the obsessive notion that I should never give Holy Martial Arts to the Emperor.

There is no certainty. I can't even call it certainty. You put the people inside and Pennelei at risk with your own delusions.

Assuming the delusions were real, should priority be given to a large number of other races or a small number of homogeneous species?

To the ultimate choice, the answer was not.

But if sacrifice alone...

The roar and the ensuing ground caused Pennelay to jump.

"Zolt......?

I can't see my people who are supposed to be on my side, and I get attacked by chest noise.

Pennelei jumped out of the stable when he grabbed the gold bars and ran to the source of the sound - the outhouse.

In the square in front of the palace, she stands up.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

A giant orga raised a roar to heaven, as if it had touched my mind. On his left hand is a battle stone axe, and on his right, he is squeezing holy weapons that he should not be able to carry directly.

"Zolt...... hey Zolt! What are you doing! What the hell is wrong with you!

Stick up your voice and it doesn't look like it reached him.

When Zolt moved his eyes slightly and turned in the wrong direction, he slammed the battle stone axe to the ground. Soldiers gathered are bounced. They are blown with flying dirt.

"Wait... Zolt, what are you...?

When I raised my roar again, I now pressed my right hand against my stomach. Kneel and round yourself, holding the holy weapon with both hands, looking important.

"No way...... don't! Zolto!"

Pennelei's cry echoes vainly.

The giant body of Zolt lit up. More rocky skin originally degenerates into actual rocks.

(Lady, I'm sorry...)

Running away with holy weapons will soon catch up with you. Even if you manage to hide it, if you get caught, you'll soon find out where you are. I wasn't sure I could hide that either.

What Elzanad was afraid of was being read his own mind. I can't read my mind without putting it in my sight more than being a red eye.

So Zolt petrified himself. By covering ourselves up, we tried to protect the Holy Martial Arts.

Even the stiff skin is overlaid with super curing magic.

And if you petrify, you lose consciousness. My mind is not read.

Petrified magic can be solved if the operator sets a release condition and it is met. Zolt complied with Elzanard's request, provided that the brave Gallius touched this body.

He made it look like he had touched his mind so that his companions and Pennelley could not be suspected. I wish you thought I was manipulated by holy weapons, but I can only pray for all this.

(But well, I can't let your daughter make the ultimate choice right now, can I?)

Is it a large number of other races or a small number of their own?

If the suburbs are known to live happily in the endless woods, there is no doubt that some order will be given to Pennelei.

It is cruel to urge a girl who still suffers from her own decisions to make more choices than that.

The fact that paranoia was real came into my head when I had holy weapons in my hands. He understood Zolt's intentions, and with the power of none, Elzanard taught him.

Subpeople living in poverty but happiness in the endless woods.

One of them, a man of an accepted race.

(I've never even met him. I'm sorry for you, but I'll take care of the rest. Mr. Gallius.)

Consciousness falls into the white swamp.

That's how...

Before Pennelei, one great rock was created.

"This again...... I wonder what's going on?

Pennelay's shoulder bounces frighteningly on the relaxed voice. Looking back, there was Yurtus in the bathrobe. Likewise wearing a bathrobe, Merdonnay with a black spear stares at me.

When the answer was clear, a young man arrived. It's Roy.

"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. During the sealing of the Holy Martial Arts, the Zolt of the Auga tribe broke in. There was defensive magic in the room, but there seemed to be a breakdown. As a result, he deprived me of my holy weapons."

"Oh, you have no choice. If the soldiers of the kingdom consigned and attacked us, there's nothing we can do about it. Don't worry about it. So, where are you, that ogre?

"It's a big rock in front of me. I think I did some petrifying magic on myself."

What do you mean? And Yurtus asks Pennelei.

"Wow, I don't know. Why did Zolt do this..."

"Do you have any idea what the release condition is?

Pennelley pulled her lips together and shook her neck to the side.

"Why don't you just smash it like this?

Say no, Merdonnay advanced with a spear. Kickin ', I can't scratch one, even if it makes a loud noise.

"What's this? It's so hard."

"Stop it!"

"Am I? Who are you licking at, you fucking demon? Well, he's dead anyway, isn't he?

"Not dead yet"

Petrified doesn't kill you right away. But if it had been petrified for a long time, it would have completely lost its life energy and one day would have died. Probably won't last a year.

"I'm in trouble. Let's talk about this. Bye."

Yurtus cheeks.

He pretended to be calm, but inside he was so irritated that the bottom of his belly boiled back.

Impossible control of the King's capital was a major reason to keep the holy martial arts Elzanad in his hands.

Read the terms of the contract directly from the Spirit and equip yourselves. Even if the conditions were not right, I couldn't bear to have a weapon powerful enough to deal with an army alone, someone other than myself.

"Zolt didn't seem to have received my voice. I was losing my mind."

Really? and asks Roy.

"It just sounded odd when we broke in, but it looked like we took holy weapons without hesitation"

"Huh. Are you aiming for holy weapons from the edge?"

Yurtus thinks with his hands on his chin.

(Ma, eighty-nine, it would be an act. How dare you wear sin alone?)

But I don't know why I set foot in the act of endangering my companions and the Lord.

It's hard to think of as a solo offender, but I didn't see an accomplice.

(Oh, already. That's irritating! But you don't know how much you thought about something you don't know)

Abominable, but stop thinking.

Either way, there's nothing to gain from convicting Zolto on this occasion - and hence Pennelley and the others in it - without solving the problem.

At least the present situation, where holy weapons are unlikely to cross to others, should be used well.

"I'm sure this is you. Someone was manipulating me."

Leaning indefensibly close to Pennelley, he puts his hand on its shoulder.

"I guess the Spirit of Holy Martial Arts...... just leaps too far. Nothing will be done near sealing. When that happens, disturbers within the Wang Dynasty, local aristocrats' bribes, conspiracies of urban state groups, or, ex-brainers?

……

"Either way, if there's someone who manipulated it, if it hits a smudge, it'll hit you one of these days. Someone who used your precious companion."

The sound of biting my back teeth cringed.

"In anticipation of your future work, let's leave you and your hometown colleagues alone. I asked you, didn't I?

"... ok"

Yurtus wanted a loaf of bread and a hand,

"Okay, then there's no need to say anything else about this one. I want it to be a secret only for those who are here. Roy, I'll take care of the rest."

"Understood."

Roy bows his head respectfully.

And in the course of that day, all the soldiers present on the spot were constantly informed...