The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic

The plan devised by the Witch King.

It was to divide the heroes into three groups and attack them individually.

It is a strategy that deploys more than 80% of the current Demon Lord's army.

However, he said that it was not a strategy to defeat the heroes, but to reduce their strength and exhaust them.

A direct order from the Witch King.

I would like to thank the Demon Lord for his concern for my failure in the battle, and for ordering me to take command from the rear, but...to be honest, I want to get away from that terrifying presence as soon as possible.

The information that I did not want to hear the most from the place where the ice hero and the healing wizard had already attacked is now being circulated to us.

A demon has appeared.

A demon summoned a magical beast.

At that point, I didn't want to be here anymore.

"huh ......"

I sigh loudly and take out the communication tool that is kept in the branch office.

There are five subordinates in this place, each of whom is in charge of communicating and controlling the information of their respective units.

I connect the communication to the magical tool of one of them, Nono, whom I have just appointed as my assistant.

Nono, how are you doing?

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"Ughhhh, ......."

Nono is in high spirits because she is in the middle of a battle, and I frown at her.

...... she's going to survive somehow.

I cut off the noisy sound of the flying dragon duo and let them check the situation again.

"Have you seen any movement?"

"No, our lost hero is nowhere to be found and we are still searching for him. The brave men in the sky are being handled as best they can, but as a result, they are only being held back.

"...... this is tough."

It's a good situation.

This chaos is definitely a plus for me.

The best thing is that the brave men of light are running amok in the sky.

From the sky, I wouldn't be surprised if some light magic is sent to us by mistake.

"Please search the area I'm about to show you.

He gathers his men around a map placed on a large long table.

The instructions are the places to be searched.

These are passed on to the commanding officer, who passes them on to his men, and the search area is expanded.　

"Our greatest fear is that the heroes are about to join up with us.

The reason why the Witch King divided the heroes is probably because he knew that the ordinary soldiers were no match for the heroes who were united together.

In addition..,

"Another thing to be concerned about is that the existence of the map may become known to the heroes.

Right now, the heroes' movements are superficially restrained because they have the advantage in terms of terrain.

If that advantage is lost, the heroes will head toward the Demon King almost unscathed. If that happens, it will be more than just our fault.

"First of all, I want you to escort the commanders of the various units. Next, make sure that your men have information about Bluff. ...... If the brave men find out about the existence of the map and try to take it, they will only be given false information."

We'll have a good command of the rear.

It's not in my nature to cut corners in such matters, and if I don't play an active role even a little, I'm usually looked upon with suspicion.

When his men are satisfied, he points to the map on the table.

"And, considering the possibility of the brave men joining the others, let's change the position of the patrolling soldiers a little. Prepare to send instructions to the commanders of each section.

Yes!"""""""""""""

He gives his instructions with serious consideration, anticipating the actions of the brave men and women.

In the process, he makes "holes" in the patrol area without being noticed by his subordinates.

"......It looks like the rest will be fine without me, doesn't it?

As his men turn around and go back to their work, he unleashes a magic projectile of illusionary magic.

The illusion is simple.

I, who sensed something strange outside and went to see what was happening, was hit by a stray light magic bullet.

I will not show you a clear scene of my death, but I will show you a performance that hints at it.

I did what I had to do. I will leave the rest to you, Mr. Gillette.

I will put my hidden bag over my shoulder, scatter swords and other objects on the ground that I know belong to me, and fake my own death by dropping blood on the ground that I have prepared beforehand.

"Okay, let's go to ......."

Now no one, not even my men, will suspect my death.

I know all the maps by heart.

Now all I have to do is to move around the city, taking advantage of the gaps in the patrol route, and I should be able to get out of the city.

Outside of the city, there is a dome-shaped barrier created by the Demon Lord, but until it disappears, you can hide in the hiding place that I have prepared for you.

All that will remain is the memory that I was killed by a brave warrior, and I will be free.

It's just too perfect a plan.

The only thing left to do is to make sure I don't run into the hero.

But that is highly unlikely.

In this vast city, the chance that a brave man and I, advancing alone, would happen to run into each other is almost zero.

Even if I were to be found, I am sure that all but the healing wizard would be able to handle it.

"......"

Not that I don't feel guilty about running away.

I feel a little sorry for the soldiers fighting here, but I still care more about myself than anything else.

"I don't think the demons have a future ......."

The land is shrinking and the demons have no choice but to live in a dying land, and now they are surviving thanks to the demon king.

They were defeated in the previous battle, and now a group of heroes is coming to harm the Demon Lord.

No matter how this battle ends, the Demon Lord's army---the Demon Tribe has no future.

"Still, I want to be on the side of the deceiver. ...... I don't want to be deceived anymore. ......"

Kindness is meaningless in this dying land.

The moment we show them such things, they will take away the bread we offered them and everything they need to survive.

As the land becomes poorer and poorer, the hearts of the demons, including mine, will also become poorer and poorer.

"...... Maybe that demon is a messenger to destroy us like that."

He laughs to himself as he says these words.

"What am I saying?

Even if that is not a real demon, I am afraid of Usato, the healing wizard.

I'm afraid of him because of his good-looking face, but his actions are not always the same.

What frightens me the most is that I can't feel any lies coming out of his mouth.

"......, next corner on the left, right?"

After walking straight down the narrow passage for a while, I tried to make a left turn as I remembered... and then someone jumped in from the corner.

......, a soldier on patrol!

But I had been expecting to run into a soldier by accident, so I immediately put magic into my hands and cast a spell of illusion on the person who appeared.

If you touch it even a little, you will be led to the world of illusion in an instant with this invincible magic.

Whoever is hit by the magic is caught in the illusion...,

"Mnh!"

"Huh!"

--- but he put on some kind of spirit and forced the supposedly invincible illusionary magic to fly away.

He repelled it?

What?　Hajikitobashita?

"Nun!"

"Huh?"

The next thing I know, a black fist is coming at me.

It stops just before it hits me, and an extraordinary wind pressure hits me.

The man who stopped the fist looked down at me as I slumped to the ground.

"The Third Corps Commander's ......?　What the hell are you doing here?

I could see through his silver hair, eyes that seemed to shoot out at anyone who gazed into them.

A blackened fist stopped right under my nose.

I know who the person in front of me is, even though they don't look like me.

"Oh, oh, oh... ......"

Why, of all people, would the least likely to be right?

It's crazy.

Because there are a lot of soldiers patrolling here.

How did you pinpoint my encounter with ......?

"No way, this sweet magic is ...... your ......!"

What's the sweet magic?

You mean the soul?

Is my soul sweet?

I don't understand it anymore.

I don't want to know anything.

I don't want to know anything.

"You can find out more at ......."

"What?"　

A healing wizard tilts his head.

He has long hair, horns, and looks like a demon, but from his voice and face, ...... he is the only one I know who can blow away illusionary magic with his spirit.

I see a healing wizard fidgeting with me as tears spill from his eyes.

"I'll tell you anything, please forgive me.

"Yeah. ......"

This world is too unreasonable.

Especially to me.

I stopped resisting, half crying.

And I... sold my soul to the devil.