From Mightiest Hero to Demon King

The Mid-Terrier kingdom is already two hundred years old from its founding.

It was the most prosperous power in the neighborhood, entering the ocean to the north, staring at a small group of countries to the south, and enjoying good relations with middle-sized countries to the west.

In that long history, the kingdom had the sorrow it wanted to accomplish, apart from anything else.

It is to destroy the Land of Demons, beyond the Great River that flows east.

The kingdom left it to the numbers to cross the Great River and invade the Land of Demons more than once.

But no matter how many times the sub-people are hit by a great defeat, they will continue to maintain their 'country' for a long time, trying to be cut off their national soil.

Tied together in strong bonds, they have held together less power and endured endurance supported by mighty 'pillars'.

But at last, they did their best.

The kingdom fulfilled that grief.

This feat, historically speaking, can be described as a feat.

But is Edgar Midotelias, king of time, a king who deserves to make his name in history?

- No.

Aside from how the historian of the aftermath would rate it, his rating in modern times is limited to a word of 'mediocrity'.

There is no talent for waving a sword, not to mention manipulating magic.

You don't have the power to guide people, or the skill to move your subordinates.

He was also a man who did not have any prominent features in the Grace Gifts and could not be more than one in every way.

It must be said that it is unfortunate that he, the Ordinary, was set at the top of the country. There was no one else, all the more so because it is the biggest reason.

He just stays mediocre, continues to dazzle and secretly, something that should have been buried in history.

Happy or unhappy - perhaps the latter - a boy appeared in his stead, equipped with the qualities of a brave man.

King Edgar intends to take advantage of this boy.

But that's not because the slightest remaining ambition swelled up in him. The king was an excellent king, in a way he could speak for himself. So I didn't even think about fine dust to make a name for it in history.

He just wanted revenge.

That's why I tailored the boy to the brave, and I was determined to give my son - Prince Jeredo - all of my handles.

In the sight of King Edgar, one arm of Prince Jeredo was amputated.

The soldier on his side later describes the King who does not make it slight.

The king had such a distorted grin that he was relieved.

Prince Jered is only one son left behind by the former queen.

Edgar loved the former queen wholeheartedly. I also trusted him. To her sophisticated and careful, she had no suspicion of fine dust either.

While he is away from the royal palace on inspection and elsewhere, he meets someone at night - even if such disturbing rumors circulate.

The first suspicion I had was when I first held Jeredo.

My child, too unlike me, had a tight cheek.

As the prince grows, suspicion becomes more and more anointed with something black.

A neat look. Sleek body. I couldn't say I was smart, but the guidelines are not good enough.

None of this, what I don't have with me.

When it came to inheriting all the features of the former queen, I couldn't wipe the details uncomfortable.

Edgar is finally convinced when Jeredo celebrates his fifth birthday.

(This is not the rest of the child)

The decision was quick. mediocre and indecisive, accompanied by their only ability to act.

The next day, in a town south of Wang Du, a man went missing. He was a brilliant and successful man, a gardener in the royal palace until a few years ago.

Six months later, the former queen becomes one who does not return due to an unexplained illness.

It was in these days that I used Blanc Gotte heavily.

He had the fighting power to pull himself out of the group from that time on, but at the same time he was good at plotting, drawing on the King's feelings and moving well.

He handled everything (...) quickly, without anyone ever knowing.

Edgar didn't put his hands on the bloody unconnected prince.

On the contrary, he listened to every selfishness and gave it a luxury.

One day at the best time, to give the worst despair.

A boy with the qualities of a brave man who showed up in that.

Have him defeat the Demon King and lose the Land of Demons. Give all its merits to Jeredo, and sooner or later you will skin him.

Only when Edgar stepped forward to an outrage that could even discredit himself.

Just in time, without trying, Jeredo is attacked by someone.

The brave man cut his arm off and crawled unnecessarily.

This is it, can I stay without laughing?

Things have been accomplished here.

And then again, what did you know about it? Let us also amputate the remaining limbs and expose the brave to the sin of deceit. Oh, then as an accomplice, we also have to capture the ugly real thing like a pig.

Edgar hadn't noticed, though.

to have repeatedly made the same mistakes himself -.

General Gotte is dead.

And the news reached the ear of Isabella the queen.

I didn't know you'd just failed to wipe out Jeredo, or lose your life yourself.

(What an unusable man!

Isabella bit her back teeth hard.

The plan is water bubbles.

Next time we have to contact a younger, stronger man.

Strong she quickly switched her thoughts to the future. That's when.

It's Isabella.

King Edgar, who rarely leaned away from the House, appeared.

"If you do, I'd like to ask you something."

To Edgar's chilling voice, Isabella wars.

The interaction between Gallius and Gotte was grasped by the soldiers who were on the spot, except in part. The well-eared soldier had heard everything but what Gotte had admitted in a whisper.

Decision-making is the last word Gallius said to himself, 'How much did the General and Queen do to you?' And the soldiers were all skeptical.

But I have an obligation to report it.

That's how the story passed to the king.

"What is it, Your Grace? I can't believe the myth that every soldier told me."

"Shut up! Only the rest and the Prince can take Sylphide Dagger out of the treasure trove, plus none other than you. I'm gonna have you wash up and throw up."

"Please wait, Your Majesty. Talk about the woes."

"I'm telling you to shut up! How dare you... how dare you betray the rest! Love you, I was there...... Why not? Why not! Again, again..."

"To, Your Majesty? I love your majesty."

"Shut up, shut up, shut up! Take him. I don't care what you do (...) until I tell you everything."

Soldiers in armor grab both sides of Isabella. Turn your gaze downward, like a tongue nodding.

"No......, no. This is a mistake. There's nothing wrong with wrinkling!

Isabella's solitary appeal cannot naturally reach...

Well, what happened to the queen after this?

The king, burning with anger and jealousy, would not forgive her. It's the second time, anyway.

The queen will continue to be subjected to torture for three days, which is hard to put to the brush. After I confessed my honeymoon days with General Gotte and the whole plan.

He snatched his neck in secret. Nominally as death or illness.

And the king of disappointment cages himself in his chambers, politics stalls, and the country follows a path of decline, but that's another story.

Before this, let me (...) watch the journey of the true brave man who took off the king's capital -