The Wrong Way to Use Healing Magic

Resurrection of the evil dragon.

The awakening of the treacherous divine dragon.

Its heaven-shaking roar shakes the plants and trees, and all living creatures in the wild tremble with fear.

Few people in this age know of the evil dragon.

Because their deeds were so fearless that people avoided them, they have not been recorded, and there are only a few people who have passed them down to future generations. If there are any survivors, they are probably only portrayed as demons who died before the heroic tales of heroic heroes.

But he knows.

He who has awakened from the seal of hundreds of years, the king of the demon tribe---the Demon King.

As soon as the roar of the evil dragon resounded, he, sitting in the demon king's domain, perceived the presence of the evil dragon before anyone else.

"......!"

"How are you doing?　How are you doing, Demon Lord?

The lady attendant at his side was the first to notice the change in him and spoke to him.

The demon king put his hand on his forehead, let out a sly grin, and turned to the lady-in-waiting with a good mood.

"No, I felt the waves of a dragon that I have missed for a long time.

"Dragon vibrations, sir?　So you mean dragons ......?

"There are dragons in this time, aren't there?　There's only one ...... alive, maybe two. Interesting sideshow. Is this his work, too?

The Demon King mutters to himself.

The maid of honor listens to him, though she wonders about him.

From the day I started working as the Witch King's lady-in-waiting, I have learned that he surprisingly places a high value on interaction with others. His words are pleasant and captivating.

Perhaps because of her natural awe, few people would be willing to take on such a daunting position as the Demon King's chambermaid, but she took on the role of the Demon King's chambermaid of her own volition.

However, she cannot hide her bewilderment at the words of the Demon Lord, who goes one rank above and beyond her expectations.

"Before I was sealed, she must have already been killed like me. He left behind a polite form.

"Huh. ......"

"The power is unstable. Did someone wake you up? There's some impure magic mixed in. Either way, it seems to be imperfectly evoked and weakened.

The demon king closes his eyes and speaks happily.

I wonder if he is sensing the waves of a distant dragon, but as a lady-in-waiting, the word "dragon" is the only word that comes to mind when I hear the word "dragon's waves.

After all, the existence of dragons has hardly been confirmed at present.

"Well, let me ask you a question in a shallow way. I don't really understand what you are talking about. ......"

"Evil dragon. A spiteful being born with nothing but power."

"Evil Dragon ......"

"He's a nasty one. A stupid creature that doesn't listen, that doesn't think, that follows only its own instincts, that was born with wisdom but has given up its intelligence."

--- I can't imagine.

I didn't even know such a being existed until now, and the fact that it has awakened somewhere and is now rampaging around is somewhat unrealistic.

All he has in his mind is destruction and hatred. We used him once, but in one night, three countries were reduced to ashes. I will never use it again."

"...... that's a terrible thing, isn't it?"

It is extraordinary that three nations can perish in a single night.

She herself knew of some of the invasions that the Demon Lord had made before he was sealed, but still, no operation had ever destroyed so many countries in a single night.

"It's easy to use him. All we have to do is give him a place to destroy. But if you try to take the reins, he'll come right back to bite you. He is so powerful that even I would have a hard time killing him.

I am reminded again that this person is out of the ordinary, not only because he does not say he cannot do it there, but also because he does not say he cannot do it.

However, the evil dragon that he called a bone-breaking existence, could it be harmful not only to human beings but also to our own demonic race?

"Then, isn't it dangerous to leave them unchecked ......?"

"Don't worry. I told you they are weakening. His power is far less than it was at its peak. He will decay on his own without my intervention."

Decay is a terrible thing," the demon king says with exaggerated movements.

I can tell from his expression that he is not the least bit worried, but he immediately puts his hand to his chin in a huff.

"But if they are left unchecked, they will probably die a lot. Hundreds of years of sealing and physical deterioration have simplified even the most thoughtful man's thinking. His destructive impulses will be spurred on and his hatred will be directed at those who sealed him. The hero of this generation --- his kin, if he left a child. And two heroes summoned from the same world as him. Or, more precisely, anyone who has a close "scent" of him will surely be the object of his hatred.

"It's like ......"

"Like a beast"?　Yes, a beast. There is no creature more loyal to its instincts, more fearless, more arrogant, more meaningless to this world. But on the other hand, no creature is as pure as he is. I despise him from the bottom of my heart, but I have a certain appreciation for him---that's why he should have died. He should have been put to death by a brave man.

"It was a brave man who sealed it, wasn't it?　Maybe he just couldn't beat them."

"Speak nonsense. How could that brave man fail to slay the evil dragon? It's not that he couldn't... it's that he didn't.

"Huh. ......?"

I don't understand.

The maid of honor was a little confused. Just by listening to the demon king's story, she could tell that the evil dragon was quite a nuisance. It would be even more so for human beings.

But why did the heroes seal the evil dragon when they could have defeated it?　I wonder what his intention was.

Perhaps sensing the slight tilt of her head, he points to himself as if to explain to her.

"You are just like me. He and I were both kept alive, albeit in different ways.

"The Mad King let you live?　By a brave man? ......?"

"By a brave man. That's why I was sealed alive.

And, though it may be disrespectful to say so, the brave man had power over the Demon King, did he?

The heroes of the Evil Dragon and the Demon King were punished in the form of sealing by the heart of warmth and mercy.

It is normal to think so.

If that is true..,

"It seems that the brave man is a very sweet man."

I chose my words.

I chose my words because I honestly felt that it was foolish to show mercy to an enemy, even to the Demon King.

However, the Demon Lord, perhaps anticipating her words, smiled a biting smile.

"Kukuk, sweet ...... I see, sweet ......."

"Demon Lord ......?"

His shoulders shake, and the maid of honor is puzzled.

He laughs a bit, then leans back against his throne and speaks pleasantly to her as she stands by his side.

"What is your name?"

"E....... My name is Ciel.

"Then Ciel. As of this day, you are my personal maid of honor."

"......... is?"

Suddenly, he's declaring himself exclusive.

And the exclusive servant of the Demon King, who stands at the top of the demon tribe.

She stiffens at the mention of something that is too much for her, a maid of honor, but the Demon King, on the other hand, is in a good mood and smiles.

The demon king, on the other hand, is in a good mood. If there is no one to talk to, there is nothing to do. You, on the other hand, respond to me in an interesting way. After all, the people here are too pure.

"That sounds to me like you are saying that I am not pure ......."

"That's what I'm saying."

With a crazy feeling of unconvincing yet honored, the maid of honor, Ciel, bows deeply. She has learned firsthand that the Demon Lord is a much more thoughtful and unprecedented man than she had imagined.

The demon king is a very good man.

"Okay, let's run away."

"Yeah, let's do that."

"Guh."

Our judgment was quick when we saw the evil dragon that Nair had awakened as a zombie.

Amako immediately jumped on Bulrin's back and I turned around carrying the unconscious Alc.

I don't have time to deal with that thing.

There's no use in fighting. Running away is the best way to win.

"Ha ha ha!　Nah!　I tried my best to turn this evil dragon into a zombie, but it was a mistake!　Do you think you can catch me with that big thing?　You're a shut-in!　You're a little shit!

"Hey ......?

Anyway, I'm going to give him a little flare-up to get back at him for all he's done.

We've done what we came for when we saved Aruk-san. The villagers are still under her control, but in other words, they can live in safety because they are under her control.

Then they can leave the village now.

As we head towards the village to pick up our horses, we notice a strange wind around us.

"---!　The wind is behind ......?"

It is being pulled in.

With a bad premonition, you look back and see an evil dragon taking a deep breath.

Is that the only way a dragon can take a big breath or something ......?

"Turn around, Bulrin!

He calls out to Bulrin, who stands still and looks at the evil dragon so that he can respond to the attack from behind. The Evil Dragon's throat is swollen from sucking in so much air, and purple smoke is leaking out of the edges of his mouth and the wound on his throat like a locomotive.

"Come on if you want to throw up ......!"

As I prepared myself, thinking of the worst-case scenario of shaking and reaving my danbuku, the Evil Dragon stopped sucking air and raised its head...,

"-------!"

With an inaudible roar, it spat a large purple mass high into the sky.

I and Bulrin fell to the ground in a panic. The spewed mass went over our heads and fell into the woods behind us. As it fell, a sludge-like spray and an unbelievably strong odor were scattered around us.

"Well, it's a dragon after all, so it breathes breath or something. ...... I'm a little impressed. ......"

What am I impressed by?

It's not impossible to avoid a breath of that magnitude. As I turn my head to carry Mr. Aruk back on my back and hurry ahead, I see the spot where the breath just fell and I am absolutely mortified.

The trees that had been growing lushly before were dying in the blink of an eye---was this rotting?　And that smell ......!

"Shit, it's poison!"

Slight dizziness and nausea. I immediately clamp my mouth shut and put on healing magic.

I look next to Amako, whose face is turning pale from the poison. Bulrin seems to be okay, but if he gets any closer to that sludge, he'll be in danger too. Especially Aruk-san who is unconscious.

"Amaco, don't worry, we'll fix him."

"...... sorry."

He lifts Amako off of Bullein's back and casts a healing spell on her with Mr. Arc on her shoulder.

We need to get away from that evil dragon as soon as possible....

The sludge is then spread to cover the area around the pavilion, leaving no place to escape to.

"You're not going to let me escape, are you? ......!

The sludge is dropped in such a way as to block our way.

The evil dragon stops spitting sludge when I stop, and its one-eyed eyes narrow suspiciously. It looks as if it is sizing me up, and then looks down at me---mocking me.

I recognized those eyes.

They are exactly the same eyes as the snakes I fought in the forest of Ringle.

He enjoys tormenting his opponents and takes great pleasure in doing so.

"Come on, get him, Usato!　Ha-ha-ha-ha!"

That little girl doesn't get it, does she?

Fed up with her telling me to capture her with a huge smile on her face, I put Aruk-san and Amako on the back of Bulrin, who is groaning next to me, after I finish healing them.

I put my hand on her body and cast a healing spell on her.

"Protect them away from the poisonous ...... gas ...... miasma. ......No, I really need your help, but I can't leave you two alone."

"Usato ......"

"Don't worry about Amaco either. I'm just going to hit him and see if I can beat him."

"Let's not judge by hitting first. Okay?"

I never thought I'd hear such a gentle reminder at a time like this.

I mean, it's more like the criteria for judging whether or not I can hit him is whether or not I can hit him.

That's a bad sign. ......

Bulrin nods reluctantly at my words.

"Vgoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!"

The evil dragon can't wait.

Looking at that notebook, I'll never be able to beat him.

But I can't avoid fighting it if I'm going to escape. If Mr. Aruk had stayed awake, I might have been able to burn away the sludge with flames, but that's impossible now that he can't move.

"I'm scared. ......"

I let out a weak cry and jump lightly on the spot.

I haven't had this kind of fear since the forest. That terrible snake that killed the grand grizzly, when I was more inexperienced than I am now, when I first became aware of death.

"First you hit me, then I'll hit you."

The enemy may change, but what we do remains the same.

Even an evil dragon is a zombie now. They may not be as strong as their handbooks say they are.

With such faint hope, we run toward the evil dragon that is approaching us with a roar.

The size of the dragon is about 15 meters, which is about the height of the fourth or fifth floor of an apartment building.

The way it crawls on the ground is slow and sluggish like a wounded beast, but the wound does not matter when it has turned into a zombie.

When he gets close to the Evil Dragon, the Evil Dragon swings his enlarged arms wide.

"It's not just big...!"

It swings at me, and I duck to avoid it.

The tremendous wind pressure makes me think that even I would be able to withstand a direct hit.

Or rather, I should consider that its attack is almost lethal to an ordinary human being.

"VVUGGGGGHHHHHH!"

"That's a creepy voice. ......"

The insects are grinding something, and the guy who makes a buzzing, unpleasant sound is a little reluctant to look at you.

I'm not sure if it's because the voice sounds like it's laughing, or because ...... despite being manipulated as a zombie, there's something about it that feels like it's trying to do something.

This time, instead of a side swipe, a huge arm swung down as if it were slamming down from above.

"Whoa!

I quickly backpedal to avoid it, but when I see the claws digging into the ground, I can't stop sweating.

Worst of all, it didn't stop after just one time, and now it started swinging its claws at me with both arms like a spoiled child.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!"

Am I a mole?　I roll to avoid the claws as if I am playing whack-a-mole, and try to get close to it, but the strong wind pressure generated when I swing down makes it difficult for me to get close to it.

This is not good...I feel this is not good, and once I have gained some distance, I shout to Nair who is flying in the sky.

"Hey!

"Hey!" "Are you ready to give up?"

"I'm not giving up!　I'm not giving up at all!

"Of course not. I'm in control of a soulless corpse?　And my zombies never disobey my orders!

"Oh, yeah, ......, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah."

So we can assume that he is now being moved by Nair's will?

Hmmm, I see.

I throw a healing magic bullet at Nair without hesitation.

"Healing Blindness!

"What?　What eye?

Although there was a problem with the accuracy of the hit, it hit well. Unlike Aruk's time, we're dealing with zombies. If we stop her movement, they will stop on their own.

I took one look at Nair, who let out a girlish scream and fell to the roof of the pavilion in a wriggling heap like a mosquito falling from a mosquito coil, and looked at the evil dragon who had stopped moving and clenched my fist as hard as I could.

"An enemy that has stopped moving is no better than a sandbag.

No healing magic is needed.

Strike with all your heart and soul.

Drawing my right fist as if drawing a bow, I plunge straight into the dragon that has stopped moving.

The black scales in front of me remind me of the snake, but I am different from that time.

I have trained and grown up in my own way.

That's why..,

"Eat me!"

I ran as fast as I could, putting all my weight on my fist, and for the first time in this world, I thrust my fist with all my strength, and it went into the chest of the evil dragon without a single inch of error.

---Yusha, Onaji...

---Kolos...