The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic

Demons are beings that feed on fear.

Without fear, its power only diminishes.

Until now, it has been unable to move with satisfaction, thanks to the demon king, the bump on its eye.

Even in his weakened state, the Demon Lord is his opponent.

His power surpasses that of all living creatures, and even demons are easily dealt with.

If we had made a move in this peaceful world, he would have moved instantly, and sought to snuff us out.

The meeting will begin soon.

A voice is sent to the destination of the connection by magic.

My brethren, freed from the seal.

A gathering of species who have no sense of camaraderie, who recognize each other only as tools.

But this is not a new thing, it is more like an instinct that was determined even before they were sealed.

We do what we're supposed to do.

A race of demons is at stake.

There are fewer than ten of them now, and all the rest have been exterminated by the heroes of the last generation.

The proof is that when we awoke from the seal, there was no conflict.

It has become such a feckless age that no king is at peace or even willing to start a battle.

"To regain our power, we must once again instill our fear into the hearts of men."

It would never make sense.

We cannot tolerate such a joke of a world.

"--- no more."

I will put out the magic and meditate.

We will meditate on the joyous and merry days before the sealing, when we incited fear and anger in men.

Now they have faded, lurking like frightened bats in the dark shadows, away from the eyes of men.

"----"

Don't play with me.

Why should we, who symbolize fear, enjoy such a gloomy life?

I think we're done communicating. Leali."

"...... before the action starts. Don't talk to me, Rapdo."

With us is the devil of this dark world, Rapdo.

The demon, in the form of a silver-haired man with the upper half of his body covered in the skin of a beast and a massive ego, smiles at me with a haughty, triumphant smile.

I wonder why I have to work with a guy like you. You who got carried away and had your wings plucked off!"

"....... Don't talk about wings. I'll kill you."

"Oh, I'm afraid, I'm afraid."

He glares at the man who has just seen his wing, which has been ripped off and is now regenerating.

It is still only halfway through its regeneration, which is slow because it has not gained enough power.

"It's beyond disappointing that you even practiced magic to disguise your existence so that people would be aware of your existence," he says. It's pathetic to think that they are afraid of humans.

"It's not human. It's something else, something ...... else."

"Ha-ha-ha-ha!　That's too good an excuse!"

Rappud grits his teeth and holds his breath as he bursts out laughing.

A healing wizard of the Kingdom of Lingle.

A man feared by the people who call him the Devil.

The demon king was supposed to be killed, but he let the demon king live.

How that was a miscalculation on our part.

If only that healer hadn't been there.

I agree with you. That thing has thrown a wrench in our plans. A psycho like the Demon Lord should have died out right then and there, but ...... we had to settle for the worst, and it ended up so boring."

What is most galling is that he is feared as the devil.

Because of him, the fear that should have been directed at us fades into thin air.

"Even if we spread rumors of our existence, the fear will be that of the healer. He is as much an abomination as the heroes."

"Someday, you will pay for this."

"Of course. Otherwise, we wouldn't be here.

Now is not the time.

We must move the situation little by little and build up our strength.

"It is true that we were beaten ...... in the Kingdom of Lingle, but we did what we had to do."

"That's as it should be. But now the Demon Lord is aware of our existence. This is nothing but a great blow, isn't it?　We should have used their lives for our sustenance. It is a shame that we don't do so, but we are a weak force if we don't unite."

The fact is frustrating.

If only the previous generation of heroes had not existed, if only the demon king had not been the authority of unreason, we could have turned a world without him into a paradise for us, a place swirling with hatred and lies.

"Don't screw up, Reali. You won't be next."

Slowly, Lapd disappeared into the darkness.

He probably did not appear again until the operation was about to begin.

"This is going to fail even before it starts.

"......"

Instead of Lapdo, a group of seven black-clad men appeared.

One of them glares at a frivolous-looking woman with purple hair hanging down from her hood.

"Ha-ha-ha, you've already lost one person! That, that devil who looks like he's on a rampage, I can't believe he's going to have his soul crushed by some unknown little girl...that's beyond hilarious!

"Shut up."

"If you want me to shut up, put me back in the body. Who would have liked to be brought back to life?　And they don't have souls at all.　They are just strangers.

The girl points at the six people around her who don't say a word while smiling.

Unlike the girl herself, the six pale-skinned people have no life in their eyes and just stand there, wavering.

"Well, I don't really care. I don't care about them. If they don't have anything inside, they're just meat puppets.

With that, he kicks one of the large ones roughly away.

I give her a cold smile as she slumps to her feet and looks down at her pre-birth companions.

"I wonder what you think about that?"

"About what?"

"About the ones who took your place."

I walk up behind him and whisper in his ear.

You say the words with malice, with a swelling anger and hatred that arouses the suspicions of those in power.

"I am the one who has won the trust of your esteemed mentor."

"......"

"Who has done what you could not do."

No response.

But the corners of my mouth twitch at the obvious change in mood, and I continue to speak.

"Now, I wonder what kind of feelings you have for such a healing wizard."

"......But I died once, didn't I?　I'm not interested in it. Well, I hope you'll listen to my glorious saga and respect me.

"Oh, you've got a good sense of humor."

"You've got it right. I was joking.

Cowering his shoulders, he turns his head to one of his larger companions nearby and points a raised finger at the ground.

"Hey, you muscle gorilla! Get in the chair."

"......"

She makes the corpse of her companion get down on all fours and sits on its back, sighing lightly.

I don't know if it's because her soul has been perverted, or if she was a monster to begin with, but I don't know how she can sit on the corpse of a former comrade.

"To be honest, I'd be lying if I said I didn't have some feelings about it.

"Heh."

"If that captain chose him as his successor, that's the first thing he did, isn't it?　He doesn't even have a decent personality, does he?　That's for sure. I know very well that people who work under the captain can't be decent people.

The guy who said this with an exaggerated gesture continues to cross his arms in distress.

He is a man who switches his emotions around.

"But ...... if you ruin his successor.... I wonder what the captain would look like if that happened. ...... Now, that's all I can think about."

"Oh, come on, you're crazy."

"Well, the captain chose her. I don't think I can handle it. ---Hey, you two drunkards who left women behind, rub my shoulders!

The one who says so and starts giving the two silent women a shoulder massage.

The magic that brings back the souls of the dead is rarely completely successful.

Most of the time it fails, leaving only a meat puppet that listens to commands, but in rare cases, a person with a superhuman spirit can move with a personality that is quite close to that of the person who was alive.

--- She may be a little crazy, but she's a winner.

"But this captain of yours is a terrible person. He won't be finding a replacement for you anytime soon after you're dead. ...... Oops, that's dangerous."

He looks at the silently thrust sword without dodging it.

The wielder of the sword, trembling as if he had been forcibly stopped too far away to touch me --- Aul looks at the man who turns his black-tinted eyes on me through his purple bangs.

We will not allow you to taunt the captain.

"I was just teasing you. Well, we can't attack the Lord, so just let it slide."

"......"

Ahl putting away his sword.

His skin has changed from that of the corpse, and the color of his blood has returned, but the wounds that caused his death before his death are etched inside his black robe.

But even so, his soul has been pulled back into this world and he has risen.

The others around him, though they may not have souls, are all quite capable.

Then, let them serve us this time, breaking their own hearts for us.