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

What was left was the remains of a blood-coated harvest festival, a large amount of blood overflowing from the amputated people.

Merle fainted when the returned blood stuck to her face, clothes, and hands.

The iron-like smell of blood, dry and gel-shaped raw and warm blood covers my body.

Even though there were many corpses and a sea of blood in front of her, Merle was somehow feeling short of things, not regret or anxiety in her heart.

- Foot linai -

"Huh?"

My voice rang in my head.

- Mot blood, power, chaos -

"Who?"

- My demon king, no sword, Nari...

"Demon King...? Isn't that the sword of a legendary swordsman?

Merle sensed it was the voice from the sword.

Said to be a legendary sword. That is not a righteous sword. I realized that Merle was the sword of evil.

"Wow, that was such a sword!

Happy.

I don't want to be on the side of justice. I can't do justice with courtesy, but I can do as many villains as I want to behave like a bystander.

It's not for anyone. I wield power only for myself, and live as I desire.

When a dark aura blew up from the Devil's Sword that made Dos Black people anxious, he wrapped it around Merle's body as he blew the wreckage around him.

As if in the eyes of a typhoon, the wind winds around Merle.

However, it cannot be said to be a very beautiful substitute. Black aura, dancing wreckage and blood splash. Blood scent.

"There he is! Really pull out the Devil's Sword."

Someone would have called in, multiple soldiers in Alliance uniforms changing blood phases came aboard.

"Defeat the girl. But pull off the Devil's Sword!

Knock it down.

Merle was frightened for a moment. I did kill many because I had the Devil's Sword in my hand, but it seemed to me that the Alliance people who came suddenly saw Merle not as a girl, but as a killer.

Merle found herself bleeding with anxiety, fear and sadness in that fact.

The soldiers pulled the sword on their hips out of their sheaths and set it up.

- Strength, blood...

My voice rings.

Merle held his head in the voice echoing in his brain.

"... power,... blood"

My vision gradually shifts. I have chills.

"What are you talking about!? Are you a demon now?

- I...

"I am."

- demon king no sword nari

"Be the Demon King."

Focus all at once like a blurred vision woke up. He grabbed the protruding blade with his bare hands and kicked one of the soldiers down.

Fallen body turns and waves down thoughtless demon sword.

With his wrist back and cutting the ground, he now waved a blade from the bottom to the top toward the opposite soldier.

Before the body of a mutilated soldier falls to the ground in half, now huddle to the side to battle with a sword with both hands.

A number of corpses can be made instantly, and even a church stained with blood becomes more bloody.

Cut, slash, kill before being cut.

My heart jumped as my heart flew around me rampaging endlessly with the Devil's Sword in my hand.

The refreshment of slashing Bassari and something had filled Merle's heart.

How many soldiers would you have slaughtered? When he realized, Merle was down on a pile of dead bodies.

The bloodthirsty sword left one of the soldiers, slaughtering and killing everything unharmed.

Speaking of the one remaining, he is holding on to the spot with a sword waved in his hand in tears.

- Blood, strength...

"I have a voice in my head. - This sword is not the sword of a legendary swordsman."

His face pointed at some distant sky, but only his gaze was directed at the soldiers left behind.

"This sword is the sword of the Demon King. It's not a sword of justice. Sword Seeking Chaos"

Gently stroke Merle's hair as the dry wind carries the scent of blood. Fluffy shaky hair stays a girl.

Just countless bodies under its hips, all over its body stained with blood back from the top of its head to its toes.

"I'll be the Demon King."