Kumo Desu ga, Nani ka?

I've seen my brother's back since he was born.

War, war, war, see your brother running to rebuild a worn out demon clan.

There is no demon king.

In the absence of the Demon King, who was supposed to put together the Demon Nation, my brother continued to serve in his place.

In my knowledge, it is my brother who has worked for the Demons more than anyone else.

Even the incompetents who bring their brother down because he is not a demon king.

My brother is not a demon king.

So many demons disobeyed.

In that shitty situation, a shitty bastard pounds on his brother.

Are you nuts?

Even I'm a fool, but I don't know why I couldn't afford it when I knew the demons were in civil strife.

The devils are rough, and the people have trouble eating.

My brother supported it by devouring his teeth.

And finally, I recovered to the point where I didn't have to starve the lower ones.

He showed up when he did.

A woman named Demon King.

He looks like a kid, and the contents are kid.

Yet my brother hangs his head on a guy like that.

This is what it's like to have a bright red in front of you, a chilling part, apart from angry emotions, said.

Until now, it has been my brother who has supported the Demons and become their signpost.

I take away what that brother has built, because that woman is the Demon King, for just that reason.

Even I hope that my brother will gather the demon tribe that he desperately rebuilt and attack the people.

Finally, when a temp of tranquillity was about to come to the Demons.

Peace I'm finally grasping.

Demon King who will have to attribute it to nothing.

A brother who obeys such a demon king.

I wasn't convinced.

There's no way I can.

Neither the little girl named Demon King nor the white woman who appeared at the same time did anything.

Eat your precious food.

Just being there is only harmful, and besides, I give orders like telling us demons to die.

At first, I didn't know why my brother was obeying such a woman's orders.

"Brow, as I have said many times, he possesses the ultimate and inexorable power of us. If you go against it, the Demons are done. No matter how irrational the order, you have to obey it. Understand that."

Over and over again, my brother convinced me to say that.

I know.

There's no way my brother would follow anyone else for no reason.

But you can't be forgiven for being powerful, can you?

What the hell are we demons doing?

I know that my distant ancestors did something and the demons and people must always kill each other.

But I don't think it has anything to do with us now.

I don't know what happened to our ancestors, but where do we have to take responsibility for it?

Not to mention that even now it's Setouchi that the Demons will live or die, but the Demons will have to perish at dawn when they tit about war with people here.

The Demon King doesn't know that.

No, maybe I'll do it even if I know.

My brother is ready for it and is running to make it a little less scratchy.

I'm not an idiot either.

I somehow know that the Demon King is a hell of a monster, contrary to that little look.

Still, it must be to worship the demons as demon kings that will lead them to ruin.

Once we get here, the Demons have no other way to survive than to win.

Reduce the damage as much as possible and win over the people.

To do this, you will have to strike down a devastating blow, knocking down some people in despair.

There's someone to hit it and put it on.

"White. Don't get your hands on me"

I'm on the side. Speak up to the white.

This guy is an associate of the Demon King.

But thanks to the information this guy brought me, both my brother and I were helped a lot.

I got the price of just closing my eyes for about a big meal.

White himself and his commanding tenth army will probably be a group specialized in intelligence and assassination.

White herself is disgraced by metastatic magic.

Intelligence and assassinations must have been done by it.

But metastatic magic requires tons of skill points to acquire.

For that matter, I have to sacrifice other skills.

Probably not this guy's fighting ability.

Other than an ambush using a metastasis, it would be inferior to any other Legion leader.

I don't think I can handle a brave man.

I'm going to challenge the brave.

We know in the report of the decree that the brave men, along with their companions, are kicking the soldiers and moving on.

The brave must be defeated with this hand of mine.

Achievement of defeating a brave man, take this and make it one of those cards against that demon king.

If you do nothing like this and it is the word of that demon king, sooner or later the demons will perish.

At least a little wedge into it.

Whether you can beat a brave man is honestly harsh.

But you can't pull it off.

My accomplishments depend on the Demon Clan's, no, my brother's coming.

"You're a brave man, huh?

Speak in human language.

What emerged was a young man who made himself feel noble even on such a battlefield.

"I can't believe you bothered to ask me in Mandarin. Yes, I'm the brave one. It's the brave Julius Zagan Analette."

Whether it was surprising that I could speak Mandarin, or whether it was surprising that I used Mandarin on purpose, the brave man gave him a slightly surprised look before raising his name.

It's a gentle look, but I can feel a definite strong will in its eyes.

Definitely, brave style.

Nod, set up a sword.

"I am Brow, Commander of the Seventh Regiment of the Demonic Army. Brave man, always battle!

"Trying to take it."

With the recognition of the brave, a single strike begins.

Leading Must Win.

I was slaughtered by a brave man.

But lightly it is accepted, and vice versa is pushed back at the loss of strength.

Chip!

Is the status of pure physical attack better over there?

I'm losing my temper, and the pursuit of the brave is imminent.

You're losing by force, but putting your swords together is bad.

Avoid meetings and attack.

Then the light that was hanging around the sword of the brave broke away and struck me.

Guard with a sword as a shield.

Yabe.

That's probably a magical skill.

And now with the power, I know that the brave are better at magic when it comes to one way or another.

Physics and magic are better than me.

Still, you can't lose.

As if to mock my determination like that, a brave man unfolds more than one ball of light.

You're lying, man.

I can see that every one of those balls of light resides in immense power.

They hit me all at once.

If you avoid it, you'll involve the people behind me.

Behind me, there's white.

I threw away the option of avoiding it.

Take the ball of light coming across the street, with your sword.

Moments, my vision shook.

I don't even know what happened, I just understand that pain runs all over my body.

That goes on and on.

My consciousness only flew for a moment.

As soon as I realized I was down on the ground lying down.

My body is worn out.

But, but!

"Not yet."

Stand up as you heal your wounds.

You can't pull it here. Hey.

If I fall, who's gonna support my brother?

If I fall, who's gonna be the next brave opponent?

You can't fall.

"Better not force it. I think I've figured out the difference in strength."

"I haven't lost yet! If I go home and congratulate you on losing like this, I don't have a face to match my brother!

You don't have to tell me, you know it's a difference in strength!

"If you have a brother, you can't die here, can you? Pull the army. I don't go deep."

"You can't pull it off!

You can't lose, you can't pull!

Go to the brave.

The magic of the brave, the sword, blows me away.

Still get up and go again and again by being foolish.

Over and over again.

You can't pull it here. Hey.

I don't want to!

"It's over."

"Not yet, oh, wow"

"It's over. I gave you my advice. And you ignored it, and you lost."

Trustworthiness, advice?

Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.

"Shit, dude, dude. Oh, to."

Brother......

White...