78 â Correlation between the Demon King and the Hero â 5
âYou want me to find a way to break the demon sword? Why?â
Elisier lowered his hand in the air instead of answering. A solid red line was drawn vertically around her, and a sword that looked like a rough block of stone protruded from inside. The Demon King grabbed the handle.
As soon as the demonic sword appeared, a slimy, murderous atmosphere filled the room. Priscilla must have been affected, too, as her body shrank like a baby. He stroked her head and calmed her down.
I wondered if something had suddenly happened, but judging by Elisierâs expression, it seemed like it wasnât her will. Her fierceness only subsided when Elisier gripped her handle so hard that the back of her hand turned white.
âDo you remember, my dear, how I told the warrior that he had lived as he pleased?â
She nodded. Because of that, she panicked and even developed symptoms of hyperventilation.
âI have been hearing its voice ever since. No, more accurately, I should say that a kind of thoughtless thought resonates in my head.â
âThoughts? âWhat are you saying?â
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âIt is said that a coward who retreats in front of a hero does not deserve to be called the devil. He even said he was not worthy of holding his hand.â
âDo you also have ego in the subject of swords? Is it the ego sword?â
Elisier laughed at my joke.
âIsnât that wrong? âThe person in this body is not the Demon King Elisiere, but merely a possessor.â
âWell, I understand. âIs it because of that voice that youâre asking me to find a way to destroy it?â
âThere is one more reason. In some ways, it may be a more important reason than that. This is because of the being that refers to itself as an object qualified to have it.â
Elisier frowned at her as she spoke. Her hand holding her magic sword trembled. Looking at her like that from earlier, it seemed like she wasnât even listening to what she said.
âI told this fact to the demon god who created me, so that he could condemn Yeo and establish a new demon king.â
ââ¦â¦ âDrank?â
It was my first time hearing this. And it seemed to be the same for Elisier.
âItâs a concept that even women donât know about. Iâve heard that there is a goddess in this world, but Iâve never heard of a demon god. Judging by the name, it would be something like the antithesis of a god or goddess of demonsâ¦â¦ At least it doesnât exist in Yeoâs memory.â
If it is not in Elisierâs memory, it naturally follows that it is not a concept that appeared in the original work. Because the end of the three possessors and the beginning of the next episode was the death of the Demon King.
âIt is unknown whether it is true or just a threat. However, if it is true even with a one-in-one-ten-thousand chance, wouldnât it be good to be involved with something like that? So, to prepare for an unexpected situation, I asked you to find a way to destroy it. Even after my body is shattered, I wonât be able to contact the demon god.â
I was worried for a moment. Even putting aside that demon god and all, I couldnât really think of a way to get rid of the demon sword. First of all, it will never break under any shock.
It was said that it was broken when the Demon King died, so it seemed possible if it was a holy sword, but it was not certain. However, I have no intention of driving Elisier to the brink of death for the test.
âYou donât have to worry about running out of time. âIâm not a woman so weak that I canât even stand a voice like that.â
Elisier saw me worrying and laughed lightly.
âSince then, she has consistently said that she is asking for condemnation from a being called a demon god, but seeing as she is still fine, it is highly likely that this is just a lie. âDonât take it too seriously.â
âBut wouldnât it be better to destroy it as quickly as possible? No matter how likely it is, you canât ignore it. âFor now, Iâll think about it as best as I can.â
âThank you, dear.â
Elisier smiled a little brighter.
I thought that was the end of her conversation, but even after Elisier put her magic sword into the red space, she did not return to her room, but instead glanced at her and glanced at her.
âWhy? âIs there anything left to say?â
âThatâ¦â ⦠No. âCan she come by your side for a moment?â
She placed the pillow she had been sleeping on a moment ago in Priscillaâs hand instead of her fingers and raised her body. She walked right up to the side. Elisier wrapped the area around her with soundproofing magic.
âDo you remember when we first met, when you punched her in the face?â
âOf course I remember. âHow could I forget that?â
It was an encounter that was incredibly shocking in many ways. At that time, it was not even possible to imagine that the Demon King was a possessor, so every conversation was full of confusion.
Elysier blushed and continued her words, stroking the spot where she had been hit.
âI donât know how it may sound, but she still canât forget the feeling she felt when she hit you. âIt felt like electricity was running through her entire body and firecrackers were exploding inside her head.â
ââ¦â¦ ?â
While I was dumbfounded and didnât know how to react, Elisierâs cheeks became even redder.
âThe day she met you, as soon as she returned to her room, she punched herself in the face hundreds of timesâ¦â¦ No matter how much pain she inflicted with her hands, she could not recreate that feeling. So please, dear. âCan she please hit Yeo one more time?â
â⦠â¦.â
âWell, if you donât feel like it, she doesnât have to have a face. A place where I can feel her pain is enough. For exampleâ¦â¦ âYeah, yeah.â
Elisier gently lifted the hem of her dress. She wore her civilian clothes, which she had obtained appropriately, so as not to arouse suspicion from Beatrice and Nica.
Her strong abs and dainty belly button were exposed, but Elysier didnât stop. Her other hand gently pulled down his pants. So that her slightly protruding lower abdomen and ilium bones on either side of her were exposed.
âItâs okay to hit this place⦠â¦.â
â⦠â¦.â
At that very blatant and obscene gesture, I silently held my throbbing forehead.
âLetâs do it like thisâ¦â ⦠Over there⦠â¦.â
Late at night. Roxanna was in an underground space. This was the place where the core of the defensive magic circle that tightly surrounded Bellium Academy was located.
The area was surrounded by dozens of layers of detection and defense magic that the director had personally installed, but Roxanna was not affected by any of the magic.
It was thanks to the âring that whispers the nightâ worn on the index finger of her left hand.
âThis is amazing, this.â
As her detection magic periodically scanned her body, Roxanna marveled at the performance of her ring.
It is an item known externally as simply a holy relic that darkens the userâs body. However, its true value was revealed from the time the sun set and night came.
The moment darkness comes, it makes the wearer immune to all magical concepts.
Attack magic passes through the targetâs body, detection magic cannot find the intruder, and even high-level magic is equally useless.
It was a ring that literally deserved to be called a holy relic, as it covered the wearerâs body with darkness and even tricked the eyes.
âIt was worth hiding it like that.â
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âOkay, now just change hereâ¦â¦ Done.â
Roxanna finished manipulating the core without any interruption and left the underground, smiling proudly.
Of course, we did not forget to erase any traces of breaching the physical defense facility. Roxanna can do something like that with her strength.
âHow did you come up with that idea?â
All of this was Queenâs insight. She wouldnât even dare to guess that the wall protecting the academy had itself been turned into a bomb, even if it were the female dragon.
If someone attacks from the outside, it would be even more fatal considering the fact that the strength of the shield is generally increased. As the strength of the shield increases, the explosion radius becomes wider.
âNo matter how much he is this time, he wonât be able to do much.â
Roxanna shuddered at the thought of Astaroth, who was in a fit of hysteria, saying that her plans had been interrupted by Mira Krayt.
Dozens of succubi suffered serious injuries, including ruptured uteruses, as they suffered from hysteria. Six of them eventually lost their value as succubi forever.
If the plan fails because of that guy again, I donât know what will happen then.
âI must succeed no matter what.â
With her resolve strengthened, Roxanne walked her steps back to her own dormitory. She must make this plan a success.
Definitely, no matter what the cost.
âThank you for your hard work, Beatrice.â
âI just did the obvious thing.â
âNika, you worked hard too.â
âWell, I just did what was natural as a maid.â
We didnât leave the mansion until Monday morning. Beatrice and Nica, who waited on us for two full days, returned to their home only after seeing us off to the portal.
As Elisiere advised, I did not tell her the truth that Nika was destined to become the next Succubus Queen. Because that might be a trigger for her.
Instead, he told everything to Priscilla and Rosaria, who had no need to hide it. When told that Nika was actually of the bloodline of a succubus queen, Rosaria was dumbfounded, saying that she had just picked up something like that.
âIn the end, you wonât do it? âItâs a shame.â
âStop talking nonsense.â
Elisier looked at me with her eyes, unable to let go of her attachment even after we parted ways. But I wondered what I would do if other kids asked about it.
Of course, it was because I refused his request to hit him. He must have been aware that it was a strange request, and although he looked sad and sad, he did not stick to it any further.
âWell, the number of times over there is not that easyâ¦â¦.â
Elisier has also undergone a whopping 89 regressions. Priscilla is so overwhelming that she appears to be relatively small, but in terms of the number of years she has lived, she has lived for over 450 years.
So, even if you had one or two strange tastes, I could understand it. Being able to convince and being able to listen are two different things.
ââ¦â¦ What?â
As soon as I returned to the academy after crossing the portal, I felt an unusual atmosphere. The direction of the main gate was busy in many ways. Rosalia tilted her head.
âWhat is it? âWhat happened?â
âWell. âI guess Iâll have to see it in person to find out.â
As we stood there blankly unable to understand the situation, nearby students noticed us and came rushing over to us.
âYou are a candidate for sainthood!â
âAre you really going back to the Vatican?â
As the students flocked in, Rosaria calmed down those around her with a confused look on her face. Putting together her words, which came pouring out a dozen at a time, she seemed to be worried that Rosaria would return to her papal home.
âThat should have been done last time.â
Why is that story coming up again?
âAh! Mr. Mira!â
Aria whined and came through the crowd. She was alone where Brunhild had gone. She just so happened to be okay and she asked a question.
âWhatâs happening all of a sudden? Why all the fuss? Where did Brünnhild go?â
âIâm with the leader of the Holy Knights of the Starlight Church.â
âIf you are the leader of the Holy Knights, are they in the Vatican? âWhy is the Popeâs royal guard here?â
Didnât she completely withdraw her hands from her candidacy for sainthood ever since her own son died?
âI heard there was an order from the Pope to bring in a candidate for sainthood.â
It looks like that person still hasnât given up on being a saint candidate.