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.................., I was dreaming.

The remnants of my dreams dissolved into a slight sleep (madò) and I remember only wonders that it was a very comfortable and warm dream, although I don't remember it anymore.

Apparently, he was asleep sitting on the throne. It seems that fatigue accumulated more than I thought because of the preparation of the day after day, although it is a body that does not require sleep if it is normal.

I'm not ill because I haven't slept in a long time. This would also allow chanting to take place without any problems.

"Dear Alice, it's time."

Looks like my men just came to get me.

The procedure also affects the tour of the stars and moon, so you can't delay it. The chant will begin shortly, and in a few hours the ritual that we have been preparing for this day for many years will be completed.

An invasion ceremony to send 100,000 troops to the human world.

One or both of us don't have to know, and when it comes to transferring so many troops, it's not a lifetime for me either. But if we fail in this, which way will there be no future in the demonic world?

It's already like a miracle to be haunted at the moment. If it fails, it will not be possible to contain dissatisfaction, and 100,000 troops will instantly turn into an equal number of thugs. It's not hard to imagine that allies would kill each other over limited supplies. What lies ahead is the demise of the demonic world.

Thinking of that heavy responsibility, my hands are trembling with tension and my heart is going to pop out of my mouth. How easy it would be to throw everything out and get out of here and cry out loud.

But I decided to do it. I made up my mind.

A few hours later I finished the chant as planned and the world was dressed in holes.

At the end of the chant, I looked up at the sky curious... but there could be no such thing as a brave man in black coming down from heaven... this day the invasion of the human world began as planned.

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Initially the plan went well.

It seems that the soldiers of the human world, whose peace lasted forever, were weak, and could not resist the soldiers of the demonic tribe who would come at them in death and madness. There are some masters with rare outstanding abilities, but the four Legion Chiefs have finished without me having to leave.

We were also fortunate to have dropped some big cities shortly after the war. The walls that surround the city are now shields to protect us and prevent the humans from fighting back.

"I wish this was over."

I can't even carry it that well. If the brave come out, the current state of war will be overshadowed in an instant.

Brave. Protector of the world. Killer for us.

Once upon a time, about four hundred years ago, when the earlier demon kings attacked the human world, the brave men said they had slaughtered more than 10,000 demon soldiers in just one night. My men don't know, but this invasion presupposes the appearance of a brave man from the beginning. Including most of my men and myself.

I don't find it pessimistic. Because a brave man is a man's form of 'death' itself.

Walking through burnt city ruins, he found the remains of a human child who would have missed his escape. The still young child appears to have died wrapped in flames with a thin dirty doll in his hand. What did this child think during that death?

I thought I'd pray for the best, but I got a little lost and stopped. You don't deserve to beg forgiveness from me. Would it at least be a little less of a hoarding if I suffered exquisitely and then went to hell?

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What I feared, and what I expected, happened.

Twenty thousand soldiers were killed, led by one of the Legion Leaders. We were attacking a small country to get a new base, but our army was destroyed in an instant by a warrior who suddenly appeared on the verge of falling.

Brave man, are you here at last?

Even though I knew it, I almost shuddered when I saw one end of that power in this way.

The nations of the human world, who were more disadvantaged than the brave showed up, would also breathe back. Still, we're inferior in numbers. Once we turn to the guards, it's hard to rebuild. There will still be no other way to rally all the fighting power within the margins and find a winning chance in the total.

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Finally, the last of the Legion Leaders was defeated.

A magnificent man who boasts a giant body of steel and moves mountains as well.

A witch who rules the demons and even dries up the sea.

A wise general who freely manipulates the atmosphere and unifies the sky.

Red flames that burn everything down, heaven, earth and man.

All a thousand times, I was strong enough to recognize the power of it, but it was fought by the brave. Regardless of the first brave man encountered, in the next battle, the three remaining men fought together to avoid destroying each other, but it still didn't seem to reach the brave.

And now, a brave man is right in front of me.

Looks like a poor girl if only on the outside, but probably because she keeps looking at too miserable a battlefield and has taken too many lives. From its eyes the natural brightness is no longer mourned, clouded by hatred and slaughter for all the culprits, the Demon King (I).

Look at her pointing the cutting-edge of the bloody Holy Sword at me... for some reason, I felt terribly sad, not hatred or fear... but there can no longer be any words to speak to each other, and we, Alice the Demon King and the brave brunette, began to kill each other.

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The hell I would have fought for days.

The sense of time and so on was gone and he was fighting back with craziness to death while somehow avoiding a deadly blow, but apparently settled.

My magic runs out of the bottom, and my clothes seem to be barely wrapped around me. Finally, both arms have been cut off and rolled around.

Nor are the brave unharmed. The armor contains countless (hives) large and small, and the left arm is broken so that it can be twisted and the bones pop out, bent in an unexpected direction. It was beautiful. No brunette, no burnt hair, no shadow to see.

Well, you fought a good fight.

I didn't think I could win from the start, and I was going to die, but this is just a little regrettable when I see defeat.

The inside and the outside of my body are blurry and I will probably die even if I leave them alone already.

But apparently, the brave are definitely going to put me down. My left arm wouldn't move, so I set up my sword with my remaining right hand, and he poked the blade precisely into my heart.

I felt the cold blade of the Holy Sword break my heart in two, and my consciousness was mourned forever.

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".................. Huh!?"

I jumped on my own bed.

The place is my room I'm used to seeing, nothing has changed from before I went to bed.

Apparently I was dreaming.

I remember only that it was a very sad and lonely dream, although the contents of my dreams were blurry and I had almost forgotten them already.

I felt the humidity in my eyes if I felt slight discomfort and did my hand on my face. Apparently he was crying asleep.

The time is still late at night. But I'm not going to be able to sleep anymore in such a delicate mood.

"Demon King..., I want to see you..."

Only a few hours until dawn seemed like an eternity.