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

Everything is speculative. That's what it said on the wise man's face.

The wise man's face closed his eyes pitifully. It felt like she was worried about something, pitifully Eliza felt.

"Please, to me. No, help us humans."

"I can't help you right now. I used up all my magic in a fight with the former Demon King, and now I'm just a storyteller"

"That's not true! Looking all over this world now, there is no wizard beyond you!

Eliza's voice was unwittingly loud to the wise man who refused the offer.

The first time I turned away from him for being out of shape, I carefully chose the words to be free of coarse phases.

"Master Sage, could you please help us to crusade the Demon King once and for all?

Hoping to pray, Eliza bowed her head on her knees.

Still, the wise man did not descend vertically down his neck.

"I can't help you."

"Master Sage, please. People. The world is in crisis. Please, please, please."

At last, Eliza grounded the wise man forward and pressed his forehead against the floor.

Sage just didn't touch his neck sideways when he saw the blood of the brave man go that far. There is no falsehood in Eliza's desire to protect the world. She felt sure she would not break until she helped.

"Okay. I just can't be a force for war. Instead, let me give you the holy power that the brave men were using, the Stigma."

"Thank you, wise man!

"Come on, get your right hand out"

As he offered his right hand as he was told, he covered Eliza's hand so that both hands of the wise would envelop him.

I felt the white light shine in the wise man's hand and the back of my hand warm.

When both hands left, the back of Eliza's hand was engraved with holy marks with a cross painted inside the magic formation.

"It's a stigma with the power to repel the demon. This would also allow us to counter the Demon King. Come on, go. You are a new brave man."

When I made my fist with my right hand, I slapped it against my own chest.

Eliza was feeling Stigma's power dwell on the back of her right hand. Sober, like wrapping everything with mercy, a power overflowing with light.

At the same time, I was convinced that with this power, I could counter the Demon King.

"We will always defeat the Demon King and protect a peaceful world."

Good luck.

Overslept until after noon, the Demon King and the two took a late breakfast in bed with their eyes half-opened for sleeplessness twice.

I woke him up with a demon sword waiting for the three sleeping forever throwing fruit at the three sleeping. That became the breakfast of the day.

Merle relaxed thinking about where he would put himself under control today while grabbing the fruit, and the lid curtain slipped to the floor.

"Well, was it poorly erected?

"That's not true. I assembled this bed myself. We make it safe and secure so that you can make children with the Demon King at any time."

"I don't need it now. You had words in there. Morning curtains and good curtains. Isn't that too much bug news?

"Worm news? Demon King, what is it?

Slime fell on Merle's head as he grabbed the fruit.

"It means a foretaste where something bad happens. It's just superstition, though."

I blurted out at the lid curtain that fell with my sleeping eyes.

The pink curtains were white as some burned in the day.