Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

The dim hall where Rosé brought me.

At the bottom of it was a large chair that deserved to be called the throne, and a man dressed in a coarse outfit who, as usual, could not feel a shard of his majesty as king sitting on it.

"Hey, it's been a while. I think I saw that face... and Rosé told me everything."

The man, Hazar the Demon King, said so looking down at me with a gaze that inferred something from the height.

There is no such thing as the mother of those children around them as the last time we met, and there is no one like the minister.

That is a serious sight as a place to look, but given the content of the story from now on, it may be taken for granted.

"Oh, let me hear it all. Now, the Demons... what's going on in this world, and then maybe you called me."

Abandon the unfamiliar salutation and face the man who is the king who binds the Demons.

The Demon King never showed anything like discomfort towards me like that, but reacted only slightly by squealing his throat and laughing.

"Oh, so you've already decided to have an abdominal tummy?

"Oh, it's settled"

"Well, let's hear it quickly, without any hassle foreshadowing -"

"Wait, before you do, I want to ask you something."

"Ah? Is that what you want to hear?

The Demon King is now slightly offended by the fact that his progress has been slightly blocked.

But as far as I'm concerned, I have some questions that I should be clear about before we move on.

"That's right. I'm sure I have every right to it."

As a reciprocal relationship only, we face it head-on without being pressured by its intimidation.

"Shit, I don't have a choice. What, say it."

"First of all... how can you leave a major role like the one on which the fate of the Demon Nation depends to me, not myself, but to me, the human being?

The first question I had when I heard this story. And Rosé tells me to ask him directly in person. I throw the first question.

I'm not so familiar with this guy, but I can tell by the boulder that he's not the character to leave it to others to try to work things out for no reason.

When I found out why, there was no change in what I had to do, but it was also disgusting that I still felt like I had something pinched in my teeth.

"I see, that's a legitimate question. Sure... I really don't think I'm going to bust those guys directly. Naturally."

"So there's a reason you can't do it yourself?

"Oh, yeah. You're right that you couldn't do it more than you could do it."

"Can't you do that? What's this all about?

"As for that, it's quicker to show it in person than to explain it by mouth"

When the Demon King says so, he rises steadily from the throne, causing only the garments covering his own upper body.

"Hey, what... what... is that..."

Forged shallow black flexed upper body, unexpectedly stunned when I look at the nasty stuff there.

"One of them. It's a scar on that brave man."

That's what the Demon King said and exposed us to before him was a big scar that went diagonally from shoulder to hip.

And it is pulsating as if it were alive and lightly emitting as if it were the light of the moon.

Creepy in the dim darkness, I clearly found that it wasn't just a scar from a glance.

"Wounds... So the only reason you can't help it is because it hasn't completely healed yet?

"No, it's a little tiny that it hasn't healed. The wound itself was blocked a long time ago."

"Then why...?

"They definitely... called this a holy mark or something"

The Demon King spoke unfamiliar words as he crawled his hands along his creepy glowing wound.

"Holy marks...?

"Oh, it's magic that imposes constraints on behavior... and I still remember clearly explaining it as if I was good at wearing a collar on a beast"

The sound of the demon king biting his teeth with a strong angry expression echoes slightly between the thrones wrapped in creepy serenity.

"Behavioural constraints…. I mean, in your case, that's why you couldn't help them...?

"You understand fast. Well, here's the thing."

"No, but... I've heard such magic..."

I am proud to say that I am still quite familiar with magic, but I have never heard of such magic.

It is similar to the magic used by the dreamer in the sense of manipulating the actions of others, but the Demon King himself maintains his sanity no matter how he sees it. In other words, it's also obvious that magic is similar but completely different from that.

"Believe it or not, I'm on my own. But... this is the truth, the reason I can't give it to you directly."

Once again, the Demon King left his body wide in the chair, spreading his arms to the left and right just saying that there was nothing to lie or lie about.

It doesn't look like he's trying to hide the real reason from the way it is, nor does he seem like a man who can make such a roundabout plot.

Looking next door with that in mind, Rosé, who had been standing with a strange look, pulling her lips together without a word so far, slowly shook her head vertically as she looked at my face to affirm the story of the Demon King.

"... ok. It's the truth, so let's move on. If we break that constraint... what happens?

"I don't know, they managed to say that it would bring death to those who broke the constraints... but I'm not sure what would actually happen. You can't even try it anyway. It's just... I'm pretty sure this filthy mole has some terrible magic in it."

"... can't you even disarm it?

"Oh, that hand... I tried everything I could think of, but it was all for nothing. Good luck."

I said as the Demon King raised his hands high to show his intention to surrender.

"Holy marks are given such a conceited name... but you mean curse..."

"Ha, little one"

Think of the demon king elsewhere who laughs when he hears my words.

Magic is the exercise of the power of will in a magic vegetable.

Then magic that is difficult to disarm even when combined with the powers of the Demon King and a large number of his men. I can't even imagine how much stronger the hell that was exercised by will. Exactly the kind of magic you deserve to call a madness shake, a curse.

And if its existence is a fact, it means that magic still has an abyss I don't know about.

"He said it's already blocked, but when did the wound itself come from?

"It was over a decade ago. I was struck by surprise when I only had sex with them once. Damn, I'm getting annoyed just explaining..."

Remember that time and remember the wrath that had no place to do it, the demon king slightly distorts his face.

"More than ten years ago..."

"Yes, when they became a hero to each other."

The demon king said the answer so he could get ahead of me.

That is nothing more than a series of events that supposedly pinpointed and stopped Alf Diment's ambitions as soon as they worked hand in hand with the Demon King to threaten humanity, and took it backwards and struck the Demon King's army hard.

And that's also what happened when I ran away from the chase and everything was over in the short time until I woke up in the orphanage.

"Me too... Alf guy... I wish I'd noticed their moves a little faster then... damn...!

"Oh yeah...... what? Yes, what did I just say...?

From the mouth of the man in front of me now, as if he were an old friend, it feels natural that my familiar name came up...

"Ah? Nothing strange... Hmm? Hey Rose... maybe you haven't told this guy yet?

I cut the words as if the Demon King had noticed something along the way, and pointed that gaze at Rosé, who had just been standing next to me without ever saying a word.

"Yes, I thought I should still speak directly from your mouth about it."

"What the hell. Shit, that's hard..."

"Hey, what are you talking about...?

Seems like it makes sense between the two of us, but I have no idea.

Why did your father's name suddenly come out of this man's mouth?

"Right...... that's the reward we got so far. I'll tell you what. Your father, the truth about Alf Diment."

The demon king, who turned to me again, said so in a serious tone completely different from the previous one.