Tribute to the Demon King

As if he was out of strength, he stared at the nothingness in front of him with a bewildered expression, showing a joyful and satisfied smile.

The "that" in his fantasy was completely and perfectly realized in his dream.

A combination of musical instruments made of flesh and blood.A monster of a compound musical instrument made from human corpses.A mourning band that exists and performs on its own.

Its true value lies in its purity.In this group of works, there is not a single piece of wood or metal pillars involved, and all of them are made of human bodies, with a total of one hundred people without water.

"That's pretty cool! Isn't it, Mister Demon!"

Ryunosuke showed a childlike smile, looking at the devil standing behind him gracefully like a gentleman, he couldn't help waving his hands indiscriminately, trying to draw the shape of his dream.

"If it wasn't, if it wasn't destroyed by that evil dragon, it would definitely play the most beautiful dirge! Just thinking about it, it will feel super COOOOOOOL! Don't you think so?"

"Enough is enough, Ryunosuke."

But then, Ryunosuke's excited waving hand was gently held down by the elegant and gentle demon: "Already, that's enough."

The azure blue pupils, which were as melancholy as a lake, were full of pity.

Watching this scene, Ryunosuke realized that he was about to receive a great revelation, and couldn't help but widen his eyes, looking at Caster respectfully and happily like a child eager for knowledge: "Mr. Demon, what do you think of this work?" Evaluation?"

"It's so sleazy. Ryunosuke, your artistic eye is sharp and deadly, but you use it to make the most shoddy, eye-catching blood..."

Completely beyond Ryunosuke's expectations, the melancholy demon criticized the work he created in his dream as worthless in a sad tone: "This is not the same as the fake and fictional stale staged in the kind of movies you hate. What difference does death make?"

——Unimaginable, painful blow from friendly forces.

The words of "Mr. Demon" struck Ryunosuke's head like a thunderbolt.

He wanted to refute, but he didn't know how to refute, so he could only sadly agree.

But after the loss, there was a faint joy.

This master of death and decadence finally met a great person in this boring world who he could respect from the bottom of his heart.

Full of joy, but with some doubts and considerations, Ryunosuke bent down and asked respectfully: "Mr. Devil, where is the root of my mistake?"

"You are very pure; but your works are not pure."

Caster crossed his slender fingers, lowered his eyes, and stared at Ryunosuke with melancholy sapphire-like eyes: "Your works, imagination is enough... What you lack is childlike innocence."

"……childlike innocence?"

Ryunosuke was in disbelief, repeating the words he had never thought of.

What is the relationship between childlike innocence and myself...?

"People are born in this world, and it is impossible to be spotless. Everyone is carrying pain. If you just dig out this pain, the work is only half done."

With a gentle voice, Caster whispered to Ryunosuke: "You need childlike innocence, Ryunosuke. Abandon the bloody and dirty elements in your works, and discard the simple material such as corpses, and go to Try more fields. Ryunosuke, you need to reflect. Just exploring, but never sorting out-this attitude is too arrogant."

"Arrogance...?"

Ryunosuke murmured, and nodded deeply and slowly.

Maybe so.Mr. Devil was right.

When he is obsessed with a fixed form of work, it means that he excludes all other works.

This is not acceptable.Art is common, but he only sees his own works.This cannot but be said to be a kind of arrogance.

Ryunosuke probably noticed this before this, but he didn't fully recognize it.Rather, the flesh and blood musical instrument group he saw in his dream last night proved this point - what he imagined was only the structure of this musical instrument group.As a musical instrument, what kind of gorgeous mourning music can it play?Ryunosuke never thought of this.

However, simply making the instrument itself, without a good composition based on it, it is just an elaborate, meaningless mechanism.

Good thing Mr. Demon took that for himself.If it weren't for this, I don't know how much time I would have wasted... Ryunosuke suddenly felt a little scared, and his clothes were soaked in sweat in an instant.

"So, what should I do, Mr. Devil? How can I have a childlike innocence?"

Respectfully, Ryunosuke asked again.

Finally, Caster showed a happy smile, and handed the delicate book of fairy tales that he had been holding in his hand to Ryunosuke: "—then, let's write fairy tales, Ryunosuke. Write the fantasy stories in your heart, the stories in your impression Write all the fairy tales on it... Then, I will read it to others."

"Ok!"

Ryunosuke showed a pure smile like a child, and nodded vigorously.

Well, the first fairy tale... Then let's write the story that Mr. Devil told.As a tribute -

Lifting the quill full of blood, under Caster's expectant gaze, Ryunosuke stood where he was, leaning on the pillar and quickly wrote down the story in his memory:

"A twisted man, walking a twisted path.

With a twisted sixpence in hand, up the twisted steps,

Buy a crooked cat that catches a crooked mouse.

They live together in a crooked hut..."

But he didn't notice that the fairy tale book in his hand was emitting a faint light at this moment.From "Mr. Devil", a stream of magic power slowly flowed out and sank into the void.

Without the Master's knowledge, his Servant.Caster released the Noble Phantasm by itself.

"The story never ends—"

Seeing the suddenly realized Ryunosuke kept writing something, Mr. Demon chuckled melancholy, and his fictional body gradually dissipated.

For the first target... let's choose Rider.