75 â Correlation between the Demon King and the Hero â 2
âYou said he was the Demon King, right?â
âThatâs right.â
âYou are also a possessor like us.â
âThat too is true.â
âBut why are you speaking like that? Itâs in front of us. Talk comfortably, right? Or are you just coming up with a concept? âYou canât give up your role as the Demon King even if you die?â
It was an openly quarrelsome tone. Elisier, noticing her intentions, frowned at her. Since there was no good in fighting between the same possessors as soon as they saw each other, I tried to stop them by telling them to follow Priscillaâs example.
â⦠â¦.â
But when I saw Priscilla clinging to my side and being wary of Elisier, I quietly quit. She didnât accept it outright, but it seemed like she didnât have any good feelings either.
Well, in some ways, Priscilla was in a position to be much more hostile than Rosaria.
Rosariaâs number of deaths from the Demon Lord is small, but Priscillaâs number is in the three digits at least. The intensity of the pain she must have felt at the time of her death would not be surpassed by Rosaria.
Even the reason he died was because of a curse placed by the devil, so he couldnât put on a good face.
âStop it. I didnât bring you here to make you fight. âWhat are we going to do if we growl when our combined efforts are not enough?â
I fired sharply. Rosaria flinched with a surprised look on her face, as if she had been completely overcome by her momentum.
âSorry. I got so emotional because I remembered being killed by you before. If you think about it, you and I were just acting according to the original novel. âI wonât do that again.â
In the end, he gave me an apology in a low voice. Judging by the expression on his face, it was not a forced apology. Mari, who had been feverish, seemed to have calmed down a little.
âIt is done. âI also died after being cooked alive by a hero, so wouldnât I be a teacher?â
âBut why do you really talk like that? Oh, Iâm not asking this to be sarcastic, Iâm just asking out of genuine curiosity. âCanât we speak comfortably since itâs in front of us?â
â⦠â¦.â
The atmosphere, which was about to become awkward again, was finally relieved when I mentioned the plan I had made with Elisier. However, rather than truly being resolved, it seemed closer to being buried for now.
Still, I felt like there was something going on just by not hitting and fighting right now. I decided to be satisfied with this level.
You canât be full after the first drink. Itâs not like we wonât have opportunities like this in the future, and we can just gradually improve it later.
ââ¦â¦ âThatâs how it happened.â
I told Rosaria and Priscilla everything about the plan I had been working on with Elisier. I wanted these three people to be as honest as possible.
âMummy. âDid you fight the devil?â
Priscilla, who was thinking deeply about something, suddenly asked a question. She nodded.
âThatâs right. Because that was the plan.â
âAre you hurt?â
â⦠â¦.â
I was reflexively trying to say that I wasnât seriously hurt, but I was embarrassed and stopped talking when I saw Priscilla bursting into tears during the brief pause.
âAre you hurt?â
âOh, no. âIt didnât hurt that badly.â
âYou werenât seriously hurt? Please tell me properly. Look straight into my eyes. âHow hurt are you?â
Rosaria gave a sharp look on behalf of Priscilla, who was starting to shed her thick tears. She looked at Elisier.
Elisierâs eyes were shining.
âHe was injured so badly that he cried out against suicide right before carrying out his leisure plan.â
âI knew that, really! âI canât survive!â
While I was bewildered by the sudden revenge, Rosaria got up from her seat, saying she knew it would happen.
âHey! What did I say? I told you that I would trust you and follow whatever plan you made, but please donât get hurt! I also asked you to put your body first! âYou said you knew it so many times, but then you made a plan to hurt the devil so badly that he would shout against it?!â
âNo, I really wasnât seriously hurt-â
âSince when did having your right arm cut off and half of your upper body ripped off fall into the category of not being seriously injured?â
âHey, Elisier, you-â
No matter how much it was planned, Elisier seemed to really not like the fact that he had to hurt me so badly, and he spilled out the information as if he had taken the opportunity to get revenge.
Of course, Rosariaâs face became grim in proportion, and Priscillaâs tears also became thicker in proportion.
âI knew it! Why do you keep making plans that only hurt you? You are good! Youâre good at fighting too! Canât we just sweep it all away and stay safe?!â
âDonât die, Miraâ¦â¦ Pleaseâ¦â¦ If you die, I will die tooâ¦â¦.â
On one side, Rosalia was pushing me as if she was going to die of frustration, and on the other side, Priscilla was crying and clinging to me.
Elisier was looking at her with the gaze of her self-sufficiency.
For me, I thought that no matter how much I got hurt, it would be okay as long as I didnât die in the end, but I didnât care enough to say something like that, so I just kept my mouth shut and listened.
The overheated atmosphere died down after a while. I was barely able to be released after promising Rosaria dozens of times that if we were going to make such a plan in the future, we would discuss it together first.
Priscilla settled on her thighs and curled up into her arms, whimpering continuously. She opened her mouth while he stroked her head.
ââ¦â¦ Anyway, the reason we gathered like this is because I think we need to discuss the future. âComparing it to the development of the original novel has long since become meaningless.â
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We have come too far to refer to the development of the original work. I donât know if itâs just a fragmentary incident, but there will come a time when even that fragmentary incident will be completely distorted.
âThe most important thing is that the Demon King is no longer the final boss. â
âThen who is the final boss?â
âI donât know. Thereâs no clue. Itâs questionable whether he even has a role as a final boss in the first place, but if I had to guess, I think it might have something to do with that strange black energy. âItâs just my guess, so donât trust it too blindly.â
âYou mean it felt closer to demonic power than the power used by the demon lord?â
âThatâs right. Do you know anything? âFirst of all, Elisier and I werenât there.â
Rosaria and Priscilla looked worried, but then shook their heads almost simultaneously. I guess so too.
âThatâs why Iâm saying this, but thereâs something I want to tell you about black energy. âIt is also related to the reason why the hero was so forcefully awakened.â
âWhat is it?â
I took a deep breath for a moment. And he held Priscillaâs hand tightly. Priscilla looked surprised for a moment, but then she folded my hand with both her hands and gave strength.
She felt her warmth and summoned her light spear in her left hand.
âUhâ¦â¦ ?â
When light of a similar color to that of the holy sword suddenly leaked from my hand, Rosaria and Elisier looked surprised. Priscilla, who was holding my hand, was no exception.
ââ¦â¦ Hey, Mira. âWhat is that?â
âWell, itâs just a window. I have a name, but I donât really feel like calling it. Still, if I had to call him by nameâ¦â¦ Seongchang, that would be about the same.â
ââ¦â¦ Holy spear?â
Rosaria asked back, as if she had remembered something. I also nodded at her.
âThatâs right. Elisier. âThis is the source of the power you said was similar to the Holy Sword.â
âA power similar to that of a holy sword?!â
Instead of Elisier, Rosaria opened her mouth and asked back. Elysière had such a look on her face that she had forgotten how to say how surprised she was.
âI donât know how it happened, but Elisier said so. It is said that a power similar to that of a holy sword can be felt in the pit it created. Of course, I didnât know the existence of this window at the time.â
âUhâ¦â¦ Uhâ¦â¦ ?â
âThis is the reason the hero has been awakened now. As soon as that black energy touched here, it disappeared without a trace. âIf the power of the two weapons is so similar, wouldnât the Holy Sword be able to purify it?â
I paused slightly after saying that. If I was prepared to reveal a secret, I had been doing it since I came here.
But that doesnât mean itâs completely done.
âAndâ¦â¦ Itâs also because I donât want to bring this up any time soon. âThis is a weapon that symbolizes my failure.â
Priscilla and Rosariaâs expressions hardened at the word failure. It seemed like he realized that it was time to talk about the past. Elisier looked confused, perhaps because he didnât know about my past.
She smiled bitterly and began to explain.
The fact that in the world I first possessed, the only person I had an open conversation with was an object that I gave to him to become a savior in his place while he was half dead.
The fact that it is an object that has not even been able to properly awaken people to such topics, and was only awakened after massacring millions of people who were running towards us, asking us to please die and save us.
The fact that it is an awakened product of the earnest wishes expressed by millions of people as they die, their wish to live, and their resentment toward me for not dying as a savior.
The light of this Holy Spear is the result of human blood and flesh.
Such a weapon does not deserve to be called a sacred spear.
â⦠â¦.â
Elisier, who had heard about my past for the first time, looked completely entranced, and Rosaria, who was hearing about my past for the second time, could not hide her displeasure.
Priscilla writhed in my arms with her tearful face, trying to comfort me.
âThe object that was handed to me to be the savior of mankind was awakened by killing all of them. What is this if not a symbol of failure?â
After finishing my explanation, I smiled bitterly and unsummoned Gwangchang again. There was a much more gloomy atmosphere than right after the fight earlier.
This is why I didnât want to talk about the past. Because the love that is spoken and the person who listens to it become depressed. But you canât just gloss over it and ignore it anyway, so itâs best to vent about it quickly.
I clapped loudly on purpose.
âOkay, this is the end of the gloomy story. Thereâs still plenty of time, so letâs leave it at this for today. The remaining time is for rest. How is it?â
Because I intentionally skipped Fridayâs culture class, I still had Friday evening, Saturday, and Sunday left until Monday. If thatâs the case, Iâll be okay even if Iâm droopy for a day.
I came with that purpose for at least a day from the beginning.
âEspecially Elisier, you should rest much better. âWouldnât it have been a long time since you were in the demon world and couldnât touch human objects?â
ââ¦â¦ âThatâs right.â
âThen what do you want to do first? âIs there something you want to do?â
Elisier, who seemed to be thinking about something for a moment in response to my question, cautiously opened his mouth.
âIâ¦â¦ Chief maid. Is it really okay?â
âHave I ever lied about something related to you?â
âNo! Itâs not like that!â
Nica Justera, who was once a succubus but now lives a 180-degree change in life, questioned Beatriceâs words back without realizing it and then hastily corrected her words.
I still have vivid memories of receiving âeducationâ and being mercilessly instilled with the attitude and attitude of a maid.
âB, but the master said there was no need for help⦠â¦.â
âYou have always been like that. âYou havenât changed one bit since you were young.â
From the time he was able to express himself properly, the youngest master always tried to solve not only simple but also important matters with his own hands. Even though your body is so tired.
There was even a time when he tried to prepare food from the kitchen with his own hands. Since his body is fine and he has two hands and two feet, he can eat at least his own meals.
That night, Beatrice gathered all the maids at his mansion. If the mummy hadnât stopped him, the garden floor would probably have been covered in gastric juice.
Beatrice was convinced after that. He says itâs okay, and if you just believe in him, heâs the one who will take on everything on his own, so you have to stick by his side and figure out his intentions, and understand his intentions even if he doesnât say anything.
Although she was a very demanding type of owner, Beatrice was confident. Hasnât he been helping by my side for a whopping 18 years? If you canât even do that, youâre disqualified as a maid.
âListen carefully, Eustera. Master is a person who does not show that he is having a hard time. So, as maids, we must always understand Masterâs intentions and move accordingly.â
There was a reason why I came here. You stay with the friends you made at school for as long as three days, and you donât need a single servant to look after you?
It couldnât have been that way. It was also clear that you wanted to solve everything on your own.
As soon as Beatrice finished cleaning his mansion, she quickly made a suggestion, and both the matriarch and the hostess praised Beatrice greatly and gave her permission to leave.
Beatrice, who took care of both her cause and practical benefit, was invincible.
âYes, yes! All right!â
âIf you understand, letâs go.â
âYes! Hmm!â
Yustera cheered up and vigorously lifted the load.@@novelbin@@
The button on the bottom of the maidâs uniform burst open.
â⦠â¦.â
Beatrice sighed quietly as she looked at the button rolling on the floor and the lump of fat radiating an enormous presence between them.