Maouyome

Those who were gathered in the midst of sight.

There's no way you can break your tenacious attitude toward each tribe or clan leader in the Land of Demons, but as a surrogate for the Demon King.

Returning countless gazes are inexorable.

A pointing gaze at those who lie down and hide their fangs to see how they are reacting.

I was fortunate to be safe during this glimpse, located behind it, in the half-destructed Castle of the Demon King.

Here, we can gather a larger number of people while demonstrating their majesty as surrogates of the Demon King.

Bear the empty throne on your back and refrain from sidestepping the three Grand Dukes of the Four Demons, and force yourself to turn forward. You can't be frightened.

This past week. I have tried many times to persuade the elders who show difficulty in marching to rescue the Sacred Capital again.

I've had a bunch of gatherings, and each time I talk individually, I don't get a color lover reply, and the situation remains the worst, only time builds up the impatience.

The situation can never be described as good.

It would rather be the worst category.

The Sacred Capital fell and Master Maori was discussed with Sunra.

Having lost the existence of the Demon King, which was necessary, the Demon King's army is easily disrupting its control and is now in the process of disintegrating.

That's natural again if you think about it.

When Sunra disappeared from the throne before, the demon kingdom was in a state of intense civil unrest.

Half of it is Sunra's fault, for sure.

Negative feelings such as despair, suspicion, anger and resentment, deeply engraved on the people of this country by Sunra, who did everything in their power to be abusive, cannot be erased and healed, even after Sunra disappeared. Everyone had those emotions.

But the other half is also our responsibility.

Even when it comes to demons, their abilities are a thousand different. Some species excel in strength, others excel in magic, and vice versa. And the difference in power manifests itself in a far greater way than what is between people.

Because of their privileged abilities, the Demons generally prefer to clarify their strengths and weaknesses with their opponents, and tend to decide to take hands and cooperate with each other as the rationale of the weak.

That's why Sunla had been in intense civil strife for eight years after she disappeared. Until five years before Master Maori put them together and became Demon King.

Master Maori was literally the light of this country.

It was a definite hope that we could come together and think about the same future.

As the person who deposited the bracelet from the Maori, as a person entrusted with a deep trust, there is no reason to scorn that will. You must represent Maori.

I really can't help but be scared.

My knees are still laughing at the responsibility of being too heavy, and it's going to collapse on the spot.

Still,... because I have to.

"Thank you again, now is not the time!

If you try to exchange words over and over again, there are things you can understand.

What's in them is anxiety.

The loss of the Maori-sama has caused some of them great anxiety about the future, but it has brought them their heads.

Who will be the next demon king?

Will it keep going back to a state of civil unrest?

Who is the enemy and who is in the way.

"Why do we have to fight for the deceased in the first place? They can't kill each other if they want!

"It's more of a throne of space than that! Who's the next king?"

"The reconstruction of Demon King's Castle is taking place, and the damage is widespread in the city under the castle."

"Will previous declarations be guaranteed in the future?"

The lengths scream their own anxiety one after the other, skinning the first to speak up. Too much anxiety becomes an inexorable dissatisfaction, perhaps already close to the limit. You can poke at the incompetence of not putting the place together well in a voice that can be thrown early on by arrow succession.

Only the Kingsguard Knights, 300 of whom have been returned to the regiment by the Lord Commander, can move under the authority of acting Demon King. And only 3,000 soldiers from Suseragi and Hisaka territories, respectively.

Too many apart numbers to recapture the Holy Capital from the Union of Kingdoms 200,000.

At least 20,000 more. In order to organize nearly 30,000 troops as the Demon King's Army and operate them, we really need the support of all the elders gathered during this sight.

Yet I can't even hold back their grievances instead of agreeing to march.

The King of Demons bracelet that Maori has deposited with you feels very heavy and will likely be accompanied by a finger.

Why are you doing this to me?

"Master Maori wanted the salvation of the Holy Capital, the Episcopal State of Alistair. I was wondering if taking over that will would be the first thing we should do."

"I'm not satisfied!

An obvious voice of dissent will be raised. It was the dragonman's head who raised his voice. That giant has taken a step out of the lengths, moving forward.

The Dragon Nation is on the side of the mighty even in the land of demons. Still, there's no reason to be frightened against a length who advances in a fearful and dignified manner.

"Lord Dragonman, do you dislike the will of the demon king?"

"No! Demon King Taru is a special being who welcomes you to this land of demons. If that's what you want, make sure you obey. Ugh!

Is the amount of voice similar to growling a manifestation of confidence?

I also feel some unwavering weight in the gaze of a magnificent elder.

"But I do disagree. Why?"

"He said he would march into the realm of the people again. Is that the word of a demon king surrogate or as a demon king?"

"I am communicating the will of the Demon King as his deputy."

"I'm asking if it's the Demon King or his words as the Demon King's surrogate. Words of the Demon King and obedience. Ugh! But I don't have enough brother-in-law to keep the fate of our compatriots in my words as a surrogate for the Demon King!

"So it's...!

That's a trick.

If you say that, the very position of acting Demon King becomes completely meaningless in the first place. Even though the devil king's bracelet entrusted to him is Haz, who is also the will of Maori, the devil king.

The dragonman's chief stretches out his voice even louder against me, having said only a few words.

"If it is for those who bear the throne of the Demon King, they can also deposit their lives. That is also because, as one who lives in the kingdom of the devil, he puts his faith in asking for those who remain. But do not obey the words of those responsible for carrying our family, those who are not prepared to bear its throne!

"I am only surrogate. It's Maori who should be on the throne, and I'm just Maori!

"Your Majesty commands us to fight, why don't you first show us the basis upon which you command us to fight by taking the throne?"

Bear the throne...

A blur arose in the statement of the dragonman's head.

It was the other chiefs who began to panic.

"Stay! I don't have any trouble getting the demon king to decide on his own just because he has a bracelet! If you want to be on the Demon King's throne, along with your bracelet, show me the power first!

"Do you want to decide on your next demon king's choice right here? Ha!

"No matter how you roll, the Demon King will never be chosen by you. Pull in!

"Don't make a scene! Now I'm asking you to be ready for surrogacy!

Other chiefs raise their voices to the dragonman's head first. It was the head of that dragon man who praised the others where it was almost impossible to clean up the place.

Mine, ask for readiness.

"We need a demon king. And the surrogate bracelet also means a lot to us."

The head of the dragon man, who changed his tone to mild, continues his words as he preaches. Put that thought in.

"We dragon men will never take the surrogate entrusted with the bracelet by the Demon King lightly, Lord Leansheid. But I'm not prepared to represent the Demon King. What we need is a demon king, not his deputy. Will you lead us to the throne?"

"I,... I am"

I... to the Demon King.

Take over the trail of Master Maori, and I will be the Demon King.

They force you to make choices you never thought you would make, and they shake your thoughts violently by the upset.

"... I, on behalf of Master Maori, will..."

Unpitifully, for the first time there, they noticed me. What I want. What do you want there?

I don't know, words interrupt.

What am I doing?

He himself becomes the demon king and bears the throne.

Become the Demon King and offer ourselves for the future of the Land of Demons.

I don't mean that at all.

It's not even something that should be.

'Cause that's what you have to do.

That's what I say. I do exist too.

... because there's nothing I can do.

There's no way I can do that.

"... I can't.... I can't."

Haha my lord was killed by the people.

But my lord was murdered by demons here in the land of demons.

As Sunra tells me, we are dead to escape our fellow countrymen, the Haz, from the demons who attacked us against our skulls.

People and Demons.

Having killed my parents both of them, I will be the Demon King in the hope of the future of the Land of Demons. For the demon clan that killed Chichi.

"I don't have the hassle to do that either. You can do it, can't you?"

Feelings sink into dark emotions.

The first thing that comes to mind is childhood memories.

Slaughtered memories of blood and mud crossing each other, surviving together while scrubbing muddy water. Memories of childhood that I killed to survive, didn't want to die, but I just killed, killed, killed, and killed to kill them all.

And in it, a brief memory of living with that man, who was miraculously calm.

Even among people and demons, there is no such thing as a hassle in this world of fighting and killing each other.

Because there was no such thing as a hassle to make it happen, Ha ha, and by rejecting him, I was trying to repay him. He said it was in the hands of other people to reward them.

Because there is no hassle that can be done or fulfilled, Ha had to continue to deny and reject that person like he did.

I had to think so.

Because I had to give up so.

I've let the hate kill me.

Even in the world of men, in the land of demons since Maori saved them, even though he said it was for Maori, the truth is, hatred on the eight wins of a hazy wish to come true.

Having faked too many people into this hand for Master Maori's sake, I will succeed Master Maori by becoming the Demon King. I don't even have the haz that would be, such as that qualification.

"... to me, I can't"

It was an impossible story from the beginning.

The only person who can hope for that is Master Maori.

Whether they entrust me with a bracelet or name Maori, I don't originally have the right to take over that will.

"... unfortunately, then I can't comply"

The voice of the dragonman's head stabbed me deeply in the heart.

On this occasion, he was showing us one way to solve it. That's why he dared to recommend the throne.

But I can't do that.

I don't have that kind of qualification.

frustration is solicited by the itching and sorry.

In my opinion, I can't...

"What are you hesitating to do to such a little girl!

I raised my voice as if I had foreseen the dragon man's head tying words, and there the stone man's head would curse.

"The little haunted girl has a bracelet, so what is it! If having a bracelet is proof of the Demon King, you can take it, that's all. Ugh!

"The Demon King's throne is empty! Don't you dare!

The other chiefs who were around the stone man's chief also start making hysterical noises. I didn't like how much the dragonman's head spoke, and I also felt anger included in the voices screaming hysterically.

"That bracelet is not what you have!

Right.... I think so too.

"You little haunted girl, get to know yourself!

It hurts my ears. I have no words to give back.

Master Maori really, why did you give me this...

"All I'm saying is, that kid's got a bowl till then! It would have been better if Sunra and I had talked to each other when I drowned in colour, even though my arm stood somewhat."

The word echoed loudly during the glance.

As soon as I did, my whole body felt like it was refluxing. It was a moment when I was no longer myself.

"I don't care what the crappy kid wants! Faster than that, pick your next demon king!

"The heads of each corner are with us, and we shouldn't have decided here and now!

"Female kid looks great, give me your bracelet!

One curse after another was thrown by the chiefs among the others who had not even entered the rear row or, normally, the Castle of the Demon King.

"... hey, that's just too much."

Some of them had modest appetite, but most of them just turned away silently against that inferior field. Even the head of a dragon man as much as just now had turned his face away on the tannic side.

So, something blew me out.

No more,... Fine.

I can't do this any more.

I can't do it anymore.

"Just come over here,...... HI!?

There was no restraint on our part.

I breathed one big breath that I should not go upside down, and at that moment I slowly exhaled, but I was jumping one foot near the entrance between the glances, lifting the neck of the person high.

"... take it if you want. risking its life."

"Up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up, up

You have to calm down. Even though it's a hassle that needs to be calm as a demon king surrogate, the heat as if it's boiled will go up on your head that has frozen your emotions.

If you push harder, your fingertips will go inside the meat. It's just that I couldn't bear to be insulted by the Maori by someone whose neck bones were going to be shattered by such an otherwise loving blow.

"... what's up. If you want to take it, take it."

"You little bitch,... whoops!?

For a moment, the lengths around me, who had their eyes wide open to say they didn't know what had happened, flew away as if they had regained their mind. The lengths blow away without showing any bare gestures to resist when they bump into each other just to boost their magic.

I guess I can't do it anymore.

I can't do this anymore.

This persuasion ended in failure.

At the same time that made me realize it was painful, I was going crazy with an indignation that I couldn't do.

Another hand was gently attached to the wrist with force, trying to snap its long neck with an uncontrollable amount of fury.

"... you can't, Leanshade"

"Lefia......, Dear"

Between the head of the monkey man with his white eyes peeling and foaming, Master Lefia was letting himself be interrupted when he was coming.

"It's... no"

Being told quietly in a lonely voice and ejected from the front with a straight gaze, I couldn't do more to put my hand into it.