The world changed with the birth of the Demon King.
A competing tribe of people entered the cooperative system.
Act as if you've been close for a long time.
All this was because the state and powerful organizations would be forced to unify in the name of [Astaire].
The demon tribe was determined in the name of the demon king.
Thus, the composition of the human race versus the demon race was completely completed.
It is a flow inherited from one continent to another.
Of the passage of the ages, there were only bystanders of the beasts of this generation, and of the elves, and of other kinds.
(... this is the Old Empire?)
The capital of China, which should have ruled multiple kingdoms.
That now raises the question of black smoke.
The castle was in ruins, ravaged by the demons.
There's no shadow to see.
Next door, Hetoa the Brave says.
"The words are too much." Even though it was dropped in one day, the souls of those who fought desperately are still asleep. "
It is said by an old man who has a white beard from the back.
In one hand was a wand with a crooked shape.
At first glance, it looks like a branch of a big tree picked up in the proper forest.
But if you look closely, you'll see.
It has an easy-to-grip shape and is decorated with expensive magic items everywhere.
Anyone who knows it will notice that it facilitates the transmission of magic power and increases the accuracy and power of magic.
Also, the owner was a fierce man who deserved to have such a scepter.
"Ufufu, I don't think Hetoa spoke so consciously." Please forgive me. "
A seductive woman who is glamorous even if she is wearing clothes, although she is a Sister.
Apart from the drifting incense, there is a badge on the chest that indicates that he is an Astean priest.
It is a wooden plain that is imitated by the goddess Astaire, but it is a testament to the highest ranking healer recognized by Astaireism.
It was an Astean custom that would be interrupted a few generations later.
"Ugh, Saintess. You're making a fool of yourself, aren't you?"
Come on, let's see.
The three of them bore a rather casual atmosphere.
The surrounding area is a large army of people.
On the other side, there was a great army of demons.
Even though more than 300,000 battles were going to take place, it was like a tavern.
(However, this is neither a margin nor a precaution. Check the condition by tapping the mouth lightly)
That might have been Nerim's overthinking.
However, I was certain that I was relieved that the three of them were in the usual shape. That might be one of the purposes, Nerim adds.
In this battlefield, the Brave Party decorated the first battlefield.
The sage Oligoreus slaughtered 30,000 demons with his magic on a large scale.
Saintess Lilena Lilith greatly increased the number of survivors of the Jewish tribe.
The Sword Saint Nerim subdued three of the Seven Demon Nobles.
Hero Hetoah defeated twenty thousand of the Demon Army and one of the Seven Great Demon Aristocrats.
It was a great battle and a terrible victory.
(Things are going so well?)
Nerim thinks.
However, I understand that it is a grief in less than a year.
― ― It was close to the Demon King's neck.
Both wise men and saints were excellent.
Its prowess will be referenced in the past.
In addition, there was the presence of the hero Hetoah and the sword Saint Nerim.
Who is the greatest hero of all time?
Whenever such an argument arose, there were two people at the same time who could be named. It was inevitable that I would win so fast that I could even think about the meaning of competing with the demon race.
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Demon King Castle.
The Brave Party was close at hand.
But there was no army.
There were only four of them.
The reason why it was a minority was due to the highly dangerous monsters in the Demon Race Realm.
The average soldier couldn't fight the demon army anymore, and since he had already cut down a lot of demon troops, it seemed better to act alone at the Hero Party before now.
And that was why the humans couldn't put the Demon Race's territory under complete control.
Even if the demons invaded us once in a while, we still had the power to push them back, but we didn't have enough power to exploit them.
Of course, it is a fact that the Demon King has made the usurpation of the territory, and the map of the continent by each race has been painted several times.
However, as a matter of fact, even in the territory of the human race, they have not even been able to set foot in the dwellings of dragons and high-risk forests.
But that's the opposite--.
The zones of survival of the races on this continent were built on so solid ground.
"What's the matter, Hetoa?"
Nerim noticed that Hetoah was acting strange in front of the Demon King Castle.
No, it's been weird for a long time.
The number of mouthpieces has decreased and I can't even make eye contact.
The level of combat was so high that they were able to move in without any problems, but Nerim's worries had finally reached their limit.
"It's... nothing"
The tone and attitude are suspicious.
Oh, should I quit today?
"It's okay! ---... no, it's okay. Let's go."
Hetoah's voice growls rough.
Hetoah replied calmly as Nerim was surprised to hear the roar.
The wise man stroked his beard and said.
"No, let's not." I wonder if there's something bothering you. There is no problem even if it is delayed for about a day. After all, the demons can't do anything about it. "
The wise man was right.
The demon army had already been stabbed so many times that it was in a strange state that it didn't disintegrate. The demon king had also repeatedly shredded his blades on the battlefield, so it was far from fully effective.
In contrast, the Brave Party had more room.
"... yes, that's right."
Thus, the final showdown will be sent a day in advance.
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Nerim and Hetoa surrounded the fire.
Both the wise man and the saintly woman are deliberately leaving this place. They were both close to the brave, but they knew they were not as close as Nerim.
Nerim used to ask Hetha for instruction, and Hetha recognized Nerim's talent.
Because of their strength, there was no such thing as a crisis saving lives on the battlefield, but only two people could understand each other from the bottom of their hearts.
The wise men and the holy women thought so.
"What's the matter, Hetoa?"
"Actually...... is......"
Hetoa says it and stops.
However, Nerim would not encourage the continuation.
Because I thought it was important to let him talk at his own pace.
After a while, a smile returns to Hetoa.
"Ahahah. Actually, it's a girl's day."
"... really?"
Nerim tilts his neck.
In the first place, Hetoa had never made a soft sound.
The method of claim 1, wherein the method further
"I think it'll be fixed by tomorrow..."
Nerim nodded more than Hetoa had said.
The next day.
Hetoah's condition remained the same as usual.
"Did you say something, brave man?"
Nerim answers the question of the wise man.
"He said it was a stomach ache. She said that she would feel better today..."
"Hmm. It's been a long time." It's been a long time since you've been in demonic realm. "
The wise man looked puzzled.
Nerim agreed.
I can't wipe away my doubts about Hetoa's unnatural appearance.
But the saintly lady says with a well-understood face.
"The business that Hetoah is carrying is heavy. We've killed so many demons and humans that we can't compare ourselves to. When this showdown is over, I'll make it easier for you.”
It's natural to think like that.
Not only Hetoah, but also the saints and the wise men, and Nerim, were weary.
The only way to keep people from losing their minds is not to paralyze the feeling of killing them.
I can only endure it with the feeling that I can tighten my left chest.
But...
Only Nerim knew that it was a warm mistake.
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What, this! The Demon King shouldn't be dead!
"Is this magic...?" I don't know... I don't know... "
"Sage...!... ah... ah"
Both the wise and the holy lady were out of breath.
His body turned black and decayed like charcoal, and he flew somewhere in the gap of the fallen Demon King Castle.
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Nerim's body was also dyed black.
Your senses are fading.
I understood that I would die like a wise man or a saint.
Still, I calmed down and realized that only Hetoah was safe.
(At first... I was relieved that Hetoa was nothing...)
Though.
Hetoah didn't panic or do anything.
I also noticed that I was looking at everyone with dead eyes.
"Hey, Hetoa. Why...?"
It was just a question.
I didn't know why.
In response to Nerim's inquiry, Hetois regains his gaze for a moment.
"I didn't even want to do this."
It implied that Hetoa had been killed by magic.
Nerim was also convinced of his suspicions.
It became unnecessarily hard.
Then why?
"... Astea"
I muttered and didn't say much more.
I turned my sight away from Nerim and left the Demon King Castle.
There was no turning back.
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Originally, Nerim had only honed his sword skills.
I had a good sense of physical abilities, so I had no reason to acquire magic.
However, as I went through life, I learned the feeling of respecting people.
Hetoa Stillbeats.
I longed for a girl my age.
I even had a longing for a brave man who was stronger, noble, and gentler than I was.
She has a great sword technique.
But magic is amazing, not to mention that.
So did Nerim.
― ― I learned magic.
It is a miracle that Nerim escaped the most powerful magic created by the [Disciple of Astaire], even if it was only an extension of his life.
Even if the sword curse was necessary to save me from death.
Even if it was a magic that I could never solve on my own.
... Astea
Nerim knows the culprit.
I always remember the world by the moon and day, unchanged for hundreds of years.
Dots and dots are connected by lines, relying on information in one corner of the brain.
Create a pattern that considers all possibilities.
Sometimes you become a suspicious demon, and sometimes you trust people to excess.
It comes down to one answer and one thought over and over.
In the meantime, it had flown to the [Bottom of the Forbidden Forest].