Yomigaeri no Maou

The castle city Final, present in the kingdom of Leonard, the name of the steep mountains that stand to its north, was referred to as the Logsuela Mountains.

In that place, where mighty demons travel, the finals, who are not that far from the mountains, will not come close, but there was now a boy walking toward the mountains.

The boy, dressed in a blackened outfit, advances through the mountains in his accustomed footsteps.

Very healthy legs, whose breath was not disturbed at all, and whose appearance was not at all visible to the signs of an awkward demon around him only seemed reckless by the way he tried to see it.

But somewhat, from those who remember in his arms, he will perceive that attitude to be the right confidence backed by the strength to dwell in us.

There must be no gap in that body, and even if the assassin sets a target to kill him, he won't be able to find a gap that can be easily cut in.

That's also supposed to happen, because the boy is part of an organization that conducts intelligence, assassinations and other backwork in the Holy Land of Arca, among which he is one of the veterans skilled enough for the job.

By its very nature, the boy knows full well that he can hide the signs from any being, and that even if he fought from the front, he could not lose to those warriors there.

Even if the mighty demons of the Logsuela Mountains were opponents, there would be no problem if the signs were not distracted, and the boy had the confidence to defeat enough even if some of them were to be noticed.

When I say why he's here like that, it's nothing more than work.

Of course, it is obvious that it is not his best job of assassination than there can be no such thing as dignitaries from some country in such an area.

So what are you bothering to come here for?

The Logsuela Mountains are a dangerous zone where many mighty demons travel, but at the same time a treasure trove of rare plants and creatures, and therefore a place where there is a large quantity of very useful material.

For this reason, once in a while, the adventurers do not rarely collect what they need, nor do they walk around the mountains trying to obtain materials for secret medicines to cure diseases that in some cases are said to be incurable, or to become materials for special magic implements.

So is that what the boy's purpose is?

Is it divided into this place in order to get some material?

In fact, if you think about it and look at it that way, you can see the boy walking and glancing at the surrounding plants and trees, picking them when he finds something dizzy, sharpening them with a dagger, etc. and sticking them inside a bag lowered to his hips.

After all, is the purpose of this material collection?

behavior that makes me think so, but it was too early to conclude.

Sure, the boy seems to be collecting material, but rather than looking for something for a purpose and collecting it, it seems to be closer to feeling that he is finally collecting something useful because it happens to be in his eyes.

Essentially, the boy's legs are headed straight towards the back of the mountains, without blunting, and he doesn't seem to stop that leg.

Given that mountain ranges also become less numerous plants and animals the more they climb up and more difficult to collect, except for some special ones, the boy's aim may not be to collect materials.

Maybe we're on our way to gather the special material that exists near the summit of the mountain range, but everyone will think that if we look at the light in its eyes, it will probably be different.

The boy's eyes peeking through the gap of the black hood, rather than the greedy one of those who crave expensive material like treasure, are as frivolous as the challenger who comes to the mighty enemy, and make him feel as intense as a dead soldier on a mission.

Taking him step by step, the light grew stronger and the boy grinned with pleasure as he lifted the edge of his mouth.

Yes, boys are fun.

The boy himself realizes that, he goes on to speak to himself.

"... Virgin. It's almost time to get there..."

It was the name of his most trusted and worshipped, his strongest words inspiring himself, who had no other counterpart to devote himself to.

The steps gradually become powerful, and the trees in the mountain ranges gradually become idle, with more rough mountain skin.

What awaits the boy ahead, it is the leader of a mighty demon feared by all who live at the foot of the Logsuela Mountains.

It was a pillar of the old dragon, called Ancient Dragon (Enchanted Dragon) Varnil.

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Around the summit of the Logsuela Mountains was lonely with grass growing idle with little trees and not as long as the boy's knees.

Coloring such a sight are a number of shadows that poke and expose white over a pale brown wilderness stinging mountain skin.

It was the remains of giant demons, which became only bones.

The boy snaps as he sees it.

"... so it's Varnil's bait"

If you look at it, you can also see some performance-looking armor and weapons falling among the white bones that easily cross people's back lengths and so on, and crushed little bones rolling near them.

Perhaps the boy thinks when he sees that the bone remains crushed around the femur, whether it is a man's bone or not.

I don't see the skull.

Has the whole thing been turned into sand after being trampled on its head or something...

I imagine this will happen to me sooner or later, while evaporating a slight cold sweat at the top of a mountain that drifts through the dead air like around autumn when it's about to enter winter.

But still, the boy needed to see Varnil.

Because that is the mission given to his Virgin.

Even if he loses his life by doing so, his religion teaches that it is by no means unhappy and that anything that has risked his life on a mission and scattered its life can always be resurrected.

So it's not horrible.

The kind of emotion that springs from the back of this body soon tells itself that the expectation of being able to accomplish all the mission that has been given to you is that you will not be afraid to precede a life form that is clearly beyond minutes for a person to relate.

At last, it came as I thought about it and proceeded with brave eyes as I put my feet into the mountain skin.

If I suddenly noticed a slight sign over my head and looked up, I could see a reptile there spreading a huge skin membrane descending perpendicularly from a far high altitude towards the boy.

At an abysmal rate, I feel trembling when I think about how high the hell I was targeting myself from.

The signs were small, and if it had not been for me, I would have scattered that life without being able to notice until that one came just before me.

But the boy wasn't.

At the same time as confirming its existence, it immediately took a distance away from the place and prepared for the mighty shock that would come at the next moment.

In fact, in that place where it burst in and fell, loud sand dust rises along with the blast during just a moment, and fragments and winds of crushed rock blow up to the distant boy.

It's just the most powerful call of all life creates shocks to this point. In front of it, the boy rarely opens his eyes without being able to hide his surprise.

But it was the professionally conscious business he had developed that immediately switched his mind.

Even if the smoke doesn't clear, the boy runs around without stopping his legs, thinking that the next attack will come from there.

Then a few blue flames will be thrown out to chase the boy where he was.

The boy knows that that is a form of special sorcery called breathing (braces) and a terrible attack that is said to burn down in an instant if taken.

Naturally, he doesn't go for a hit, and the boy is desperate to escape.

I'm not going to die.

More than just not fulfilling my mission yet.

Think so.

As a result, such a boy's determination allowed him to escape without a scratch until that moment when the smoke cleared.

It was the giant black dragon that was on the other side where the smoke cleared.

It was called the Ancient Dragon (Enchanted Dragon) and there was a mighty being feared.

Glossy, beautiful, sturdy scales with sharp, pointed teeth and nails that are likely to crush anything, a graceful curve, a dermal membrane that, if spread out, may be larger than its length.

All of which taught that its existence was a life-form far beyond the boy.

It is this situation where, normally, I feel nothing but despair.

But the boy holds up his mouth and laughs, looking at the black dragon with pleasure.

And surprisingly, he ran straight out with his legs toward the Black Dragon.

That was an action that we could no longer only call complete bravery rather than courage.

The boy is certainly a skilled and unbeknownst user inside.

Still, however, it is clear that we do not have the absurd power to challenge our ancient dragon (enchanted dragon) opponents head-on.

Yet to the boy who actually moves it into action, the ancient dragon (Enchanted Dragon) also dwelt the colour of doubt in its eyes.

Maybe he thought he might have some kind of hidden ball.

It is said that dragons acquire reason with each passing year, and that after hundreds of years, dragons acquire wisdom across people.

There are actually as many people in the legend who have spoken to dragons as there have been, and no one has made that possible in the last hundred years, but it is said that it is true that there are dragons who solve humanities.

It is further said that in some cases it is possible to use magic in a manipulative manner, but I do not know this because no one has confirmed it.

Getting close to an ancient dragon (enchanted dragon) is a life-threatening act just like that, because no one tries to carry it out, no matter how much they remember it in their arms.

However, if anyone is watching that Black Dragon fight with the boy here now, they would have found a clear glimmer of intelligence in the eyes of the Black Dragon staring at the boy.

Because it seemed well conceived, and it seemed like an insulting gaze to see what the little beings in front of him would do.

In reality, unfortunately, the boy couldn't seem to live up to Black Dragon's expectations.

The boy who headed for the Black Dragon avoided the blow of the Black Dragon's nails, and the blue flame breath (brace) released shortly afterwards could also be prevented by witchcraft in a way that would sustain life.

The body was in such a state that it seemed like it would burn and not take any further steps, but surprisingly, the boy was still moving enough to run solid then.

Maybe he was forced to move by magic, but even so, I'd say that was a terrible concentration.

But in the end, that was the limit.

At the next moment, the boy was unable to avoid the impending black dragon's aftermath, and his upper body was put in his mouth and eaten from his waist.

The boy's lower body stood on the spot for a few seconds as it was, but a strong gust blew over the summit of the Logsuela Mountains, pushing him down to the ground.

Black Dragon sees how it is and understands the end of a good living bait that is still in his mouth.

Apparently, this creature doesn't have any more hitters.

In fact, the boy was even in the mouth of a black dragon, but he didn't think it was possible to attack any more black dragons.

But while consciousness tries, feeling his death last minute, he strives to understand that his mission has not yet been fulfilled.

When the boy takes something out of his chest, he drags himself into the back of the Black Dragon's throat with a little magic there.

It's the kind of outfit that goes to feed itself, but if you get in this far, it's no longer a natural thing to be digested sooner or later.

If you eat poison, even a plate.

If the dragon eats you, go to the back of your throat.

I don't suppose that's why, but I didn't hesitate in particular.

I know where the heat is raised by the dragon's breath (braces) because I studied how many times before I got here I didn't make that body.

Even in the dragon's throat, the boy casts a spell by sticking a circular object about half the size of a palm in his own hand in the area where important organs are gathered and are said never to be heated.

Then, for a moment, and at the same time as the object beat, the blood vessels were uplifted towards the dragon's body, and completely assimilated.

Look at that. The boy,

"… mission, completed…"

That's what killed me.