An Unemployed Small-Town Girl Pulled Out The Enchanted Sword: She Can’t Become The Hero, So She’ll Become the Demon King Instead

The sword quickly fell off the ground.

Once again, the girl pulls out the Devil's Sword with ease, and agitation runs around her.

The crowd, who had already seen how many men could not, stared silently with their mouths wide open at how Merle pulled out.

But it is the same with Merle. Merle also just had to solidify into falling out again. Whatever mistake I make, I leave my empty mouth intact without being able to speak up in my chest.

"Oh man, I thought someday. Is this day finally here?"

An old man, wrapped around a white sect road attire, caned and appeared before Merle as he sent the crowd.

Probably what divides this church. He wears a white hat that stretches higher on his head to stand out than the others.

"What's your name?

"It's Merle. Merle probe."

"I'm Arkham. I'm a representative of this church. Mr. Merle, I can tell you that the Devil's Sword you pulled out was left behind decades ago when the legendary Swordsman triumphed from the hands of the Devil that spread throughout the land."

"It's really the Devil's Sword."

"Exactly. However, the fact that the sword was pulled out may mean that the devil's hand is once again ninja"

"Eh, scary"

"Mr. Merle, you have been chosen. And thou shalt have the sword again, and deliver this world out of the hand of the devil."

Merle felt as though he was also being solicited by suspicious religions.

I did see that the men couldn't pull through, and maybe it's the true Devil's Sword.

Because the devil's hand appears again, or Merle saves the world.

Merle is very, very unimaginable.

Instead, (what the fuck is this jizzy guy talking about all of a sudden), it just seemed about right.

"Mr. Merle, inherit the will of the legendary swordsman, and next you take this land. No, we have to save the world."

Arkham's words are drinking me around.

I don't know what to do. Unless it's too much about the crowd, follow the mentor.

I can do that situation.

Furthermore, I can feel that the place is slightly afraid of the word "devil's hand" by Arkham.

Treated like a brave man or savior on his own, Merle couldn't help but want to return from the spot.

"I'm talking about it because of you, but I can't. Give me back my sword."

- Because I can't really save the world.

Merle tried to get him back to where he was stabbing his sword that there was no way he could be a righteous brave man.

But the sword can't get out of my hand.

It won't leave me flat, as if I even got glue on it.

"Mr. Merle, you've been chosen."

"No, I really can't. Oh, get away from me!

I swung my sword to throw it away.

Instead of leaving, however, the sword moved regardless of Merle's will, swinging Merle the other way around.

"Somebody stop!

Arkham reached out to stop him as he was swung by his sword.

A flash. An outstretched hand danced through the universe.

It was as easy as cutting a banana with a knife, and the blade of the Devil's Sword cut off Arkham's hand.

A flying hand. A dancing blood splash. Nice arkham.

"Career!"

When one woman's scream is heard, the crowd is scattered.

Those who flee, those who sit back on the spot, those who step forward to help Arkham, those who try to stop Merle.

As a result, Merle trumpeted all those who did not flee the scene, contrary to his will.