Yomigaeri no Maou

Pin, along with the sound of metal being played, flew something towards Lulu.

When I grabbed it, I felt calm and cold.

Lulu stares at it with his hands open.

It was the typical coin used as the currency of the Kingdom of Leonard, the Leonard silver coin.

On the table is engraved the side of the queen of the first king, and on the back is the Holy Beast Unicorn, which is said to guard the country.

Why did you throw it to Lulu now?

Only Patrick, the man standing a few steps ahead of Lulu, knows why.

At dawn, Lulu and Patrick left the house with a wooden knife in their hands so that no one could distract them while the mornings were shining.

That aim, of course, was for the serious battle promised yesterday.

Seriously with each other, more than we promised, the place to do it became a problem for once, but in the end it was decided in an open space near that ancient site in the woods just a little further from the village.

Because few people will come, and no one will have trouble getting some damage around again.

Though we fight for real, there's just a distinction between not doing anything that burns down the woods trees from each other, and we're strong enough to fight after paying attention to that.

So there's probably nothing like destroying forest ecosystems, either.

And when they were facing each other, Patrick threw in as many coins as he had just thrown.

"... What's this?

As Lulu leaned his neck, Patrick said.

"I was wondering if it would be good for the signal for the game. Throw it up and start the game when it falls to the ground, I wonder."

…… Then why don't you just let your father throw it himself?

With that said, Patrick said,

"If I throw it, it could end up like you're not ready but you start the fight. I just want to fight the real Lulu... if only you would throw me that coin when Lulu is in full swing.... Me? I'll be all right anytime."

Is that because you can afford it, or because of your complacency, as a swordsman, that you are always in a state of battle?

But Lulu decided to get on with the proposal.

It is true that there is a slightly more disturbing part of the treatment of magic than when you are a Demonic, and its use and the time lag when strengthening your body can never be ignored when it is relative to those who are quite powerful.

If Patrick had been left with the signal to start the game, it would not have been possible for the game to begin precisely before it was ready, before passing magic through his entire body.

So this was rather a convenient suggestion for Lulu.

In so doing, Lulu slowly begins to spin his own magic over his body.

From the vast fountain of magic, creep out as much as you can, compress it and pass it through your entire body.

It was much easier for my body to pass magic than when I was born, seven years ago, and the task was easier than it used to be.

However, I still have the discomfort of being forced to pour water into a clogged hose somewhere compared to when I was a demon.

I don't know if this is the limit of the human body, or if it's the wrong way, but I think we have to be careful not to get our feet pulled by this fact when we're pushed into something like that.

Patrick's eyes staring at Lulu like that were sharp, and seemed to be changing slightly from earlier.

Even by the time I got here, I was showing one scale of that physical ability when I used magic, and Patrick was surprised by it, but it was only part of what I showed then.

Now, no.

Because we're putting everything we can into it and turning it around to strengthen it.

Patrick hasn't broken his cool look yet, but if you look closely, you could see the cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

I guess I feel the power of Lulu on my skin.

Instead, however, the mere fact that it was done was in itself an indication of Patrick's fortitude in his will.

If a normal human being were on this scene, he would probably graduate in just a few seconds.

That's how unusual the concentration of magic is, because Lulu is now surrounded by it.

"...... lulu. I can't believe this much..."

Lulu laughs at his father for telling him to squeeze it out of his throat.

"Actually, I'm not in the mood yet."

…… Are you telling me you're not serious yet?

"It's not. It's not... I mean, there's still a part of me that can't help it."

That body as a demon king could have treated me fully because I had a complete grasp of both magic and physical abilities.

But not now, but Patrick doesn't understand that.

"I don't know... if you're serious, it's nothing.... Lulu, isn't it about time?

Looking at Patrick, his body still seemed to nod like it had moved.

Look at Lulu, the struggle must have been inspired.

I could move anytime, deal with any attack, that kind of confidence seemed to bubble.

Seeing Patrick like that, Lulu is also good enough for his own body, after making sure that the magic has gone, he nods.

"... right. It's time to... Let's do it"

Pin, and the coin that was in Lulu's hand is bounced towards the sky.

Twirling, alternating the appearance of the queen and the unicorn, it increased its altitude, and stopped once at the apex, which, guided by gravity, increased its speed to the ground and fell.

And......

Tong, can you hear the falling noise or not, at that moment, Lulu and Patrick were shaken.

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The shock waves rocked the trees growing around, along with the sound of the kid, and something strong bumping into each other.

Lulu and Patrick only made a difference when they exchanged wooden knives.

Of course, because it is a wooden knife, it would have broken instantly if it had been done normally.

However, with the two wooden swords still intact and safe from scratches, we can continue to hang out with the critical because the magical enhancement to the two wooden swords has almost reached the realm of divinity.

If I had made any mistake in the amount and velocity of magic flowing, the pressure of that permeating magic would have caused just a wooden knife to enter or break unbearably.

But the wooden knife, which was swept through the magic without as much clearance as one ant, had already reached such strength that it was not a wooden knife and had no pallor compared to a sword made of metal.

I'm not just sorry if I hit you.

It is turned into such a destructive weapon.

"... I'm surprised, Lulu. I didn't think there was any difference so far..."

That's what Patrick said with a grin on his mouth as he lashed out.

"Me too, Dad... I knew I hadn't either... I was going to make up my mind in one blow, but they took it..."

Lulu returns it that way.

To be honest, I'm serious, I wasn't going to cut Lulu any further than I said.

He was even going to use all of the power that resided in him and prune his father's consciousness with a single blow.

But in fact, that blow was stopped, and apparently Lulu and Father's powers are antagonistic now.

The cause of this was that my father was stronger than I thought, because, but more than that, Lulu had not drawn out his power.

After all, the impact of being a human (human) body seems to be enormous.

I actually tried to fight the strong, and there were things I could tell.

It may be dangerous to fight in a way that relies on your natural physical abilities, like when you were the Demon King.

Nevertheless, they still have enough power to be close enough to Patrick, the strong man of the people (human).

In addition to this, given that large-scale magic could be used, it seemed unlikely that it would defeat a bit or softly.

We can't just hang out forever.

Lulu didn't have that long.

We distance ourselves for a moment when Patrick's concentration is disturbed, and right from there, we force ourselves into the legs to go to Patrick and step in.

Apparently, Patrick felt threatened by Lulu, who instantly made a break-in with added help shortly after he left.

I try to avoid it right away, but I remember yesterday and I think it's bad.

Lulu with his next hand even if he avoids it.

Even though Patrick understood how Lulu was going to come next, he didn't have the confidence to make that second blow look like it did yesterday, when he started to have different physical abilities than he did yesterday.

So I had no choice but to place Patrick on the bet that he would tap Lulu's poke off the front.

Out of sight, is Lulu's poking at a speed that is not metaphorical, Patrick concentrating and setting it down from the sidelines.

To make sure Patrick looked straight at Lulu and stood up, Lulu understood what Patrick was after.

But the speed you've already put on won't allow you to slow down easily, and even if you could, Patrick would strike a blow with that moment.

So Lulu also, there was only one option that could be taken here.

And two staggering people.

There was a sound of a wooden knife and a wooden knife bumping into each other, and the next moment one wooden knife was dancing in the sky.

It was Patrick, once again, who won the next bet.

At that moment he was convinced of the victory.

"My win...... ugh!?

- But during that moment, Lulu and Patrick, who had eyes, realized that those eyes were never those of those who admitted to losing.

Come to think of it, it was crazy.

Feel when you take the wooden knife from Lulu's hand.

Too, too light.

It's like he was holding it with one hand.

Yes, Patrick thought.

And the next moment, in Lulu's hand, he realized something was gripping him.

It's like the dark of pitch black condensed. It was exactly the same as a wooden knife if only in shape.

But it can be seen that its black wooden knife, with all its shaking contours, is clearly shaped not by matter, but by magic.

Lulu's face grins.

"Whose win?

Patrick understood that his wooden knife was shaken up high and could not react immediately.

And Lulu couldn't have missed such a gap.

The black wooden knife is plunged straight into Patrick's belly and progresses thoughtfully.

When you realize it, your consciousness falls into the dark...

"Dad... mine, you win"

In Patrick's ear, only the voice of the son who said so sounded.

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"Oh man... your body hurts"

Lulu was walking down the road to the village, crushing such a solitaire, carrying Patrick, who had passed out.

That said, that speed is so little different than that of a typical adult running, but it's not very fast from Lulu's point of view.

Because Lulu was now experiencing intense muscle pain, the pain that should be felt in his body.

Sequelae of a serious battle, or because Patrick was as strong as he thought, Lulu had been forced to develop the side effects of using the amount of magic he dealt with when strengthening his body a few steps up from the level he had used before, and muscle aches as a result.

As a matter of fact, since I was a little girl, I've been trying to step up my physical strengthening to something stronger by increasing my magic power a little bit, but still, the body of a human race (human) is far more vulnerable than the demonic one, and this is how I've been exposed to strong pain each time.

By and large, if you're up to about half the power of the maximum output then, you won't have a problem fighting for long, but if you try to exert more than that, you'll gradually have shorter time to fight, and if you try to produce the maximum output, about fifteen minutes is the limit of that.

I know by rule of thumb that if we stick to the tunnel, the limits will rise, and so far we haven't seen the limits, so I wish we could have strengthened them indefinitely, but still the muscle pain that comes each time was fed up with Lulu.

When I live as a human race (human) in this way, I think about as much of the efforts of the brave men I used to fight, and even my respect springs up.

Regardless of the flesh, Lulu remains as he was during the Demon King about his magic, so his training is not so hard as long as he endures these muscle aches, but the braves should have bumped into the limits of the human race (human) more than once about their magic.

I really feel like I'm losing my mind on them for getting over that stuff and getting to the point of defeating the Demon King.

And one day I think I want to be able to fight for as many brave men as I was then, but that day still seems a long way off, given the battle with Patrick today and the aftermath of the physical torture.

If you're going to be thorough with the magic turret, you're going to be able to do something quite unscrupulous, but considering that you've met someone who can resist (resist), you still won't be able to feel safe.

Lulu firmly remembers that a small number existed in those days when magic and magic were deactivated, or extremely attenuating forces and weapons.

That's why it's melee capability...... Lulu thought to think about it as a challenge.

It's time, it's a village.

When I saw that entrance, someone stood there.

If you glance at him, he is apparently like Iris.

They sensed Lulu and Patrick leaving the village, and I guess they were waiting for their return.

"... Welcome home, uncle. How was the result?

From the way I put it, I guess I somehow understand the purpose as well.

I've used quite a bit of magic, too, and I don't think I'm caught up in the ancient demonic senses.

I'll be honest with you because I don't even feel the need to hide it as a lululu.

"That's my win. I can't even say that by the time I don't have complete skin... but I can't even say that I struggled. If you do it again, I will definitely win. It's just... besides my thoughts, I was strong."

The words of Lulu seemed surprising to Illis, and he opened his eyes and expressed surprise.

"... it's unusual for your uncle to praise the man he fought for. Was that so much arm?

"If you were born in those days, right, it would depend on the martial arts, but didn't you have a good battle with Bacchus? Illis won't win..."

"With your father... I see. Understood."

Nodding iris.

Then, the three of us walk towards the mansion.

On the way, Patrick woke up.

"... Ugh... what is this place?

"Dad, are you awake?"

"Lulu... oh well. Did I lose..."

Well, that's what Patrick said, strangely, but never unhappy.

"I thought the world was big, but I didn't think the defeat I'd tasted in a while was due to my son."

That's good, but Patrick tries to get off Lulu's back.

But he also seems to have pretty badly tortured his body, and his legs are still stuck.

"Don't push me..."

That's how Lulu supports Patrick.

Illis also supported it from the other side.

"Oh, Iris... you were aware?

Patrick said that strangely.

Illis answers.

"To have you two out early in the morning. After that, I was waiting for you at the entrance to the village. Your mother-in-law is still asleep."

"Really... Iris, do you have the strength of Lulu?

"I showed you one end of it in a fold that was once saved from the ruins"

That's the setting, and that's not true.

but this weird is moderately tongue-in-cheek for the time being with the Grans, so there is no problem.

"I see... I don't think I need to worry about you two becoming adventurers... I'm relieved."

That's what Patrick said, his eyes down, then he said.

"But there are also things that strength alone cannot solve. Don't hesitate in that case, you should rely on someone. You know, grown-ups like me and the Grans... you know?

To the words, Lulu and Illis nodded.

Sure, that's right, and that's why the wars of those days couldn't be helped.

So I understood deeply that something other than strength was important.

Then, he seemed really relieved by the nodding Lulu and Illis, and Patrick walked out to the hall with ease, and said.

"Well, I'll pack yours from now on."

Today, when that's over, the Lulu's are going to travel tomorrow.

I didn't feel a little lonely about it, but the Lulu's hearts were pounding at the feeling that a new day would begin.