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

With the saw shaped sword created from the material of the dragon, Dorothy continued to slash all the demons in her eyes.

He'll look young like he won't even have to defeat him, but he'll be something that won't do him any harm, but if he's a Demon, he'll slash him without question, hunt down what he runs away from, and keep swinging the blade down until he knows for sure he's dead.

It is stained with returning blood, scattered with organs and flesh pieces, and the insistence on approaching the Demon Nation has become something else that cannot be called a brave man anymore.

"Dorothy! Don't stop now! He's already dead!

"May! What if you're alive!

Eliza couldn't see him swinging the blade down to a demon clan with no more prototypes, and she grabbed it on her arm.

Dorothy, as possessed, deludes the Demon Clan to be absolute evil, and his eyes are completely cloudy.

"Demons are evil! You can't keep evil alive!

I put my sword up against a piece of flesh.

This guy is no longer a brave man.

It has become something else, wielding the name of a brave man.

We act together more than we partied, but to the appearance of increasing anomaly day by day, Eliza nearly lost her will to say this was not a battle of the brave.

I thought I could tell because I was a descendant of the same brave man.

But the statues of Eliza and Dorothy's brave men were different.

Dorothy's appearance in pursuit of all her selfish ideals is not Eliza's contemplative bravery.

"Dear Dorothy, I've had enough... · I don't want to look like this any more!

Trembling Maria spoke horribly to Dorothy, but lost words when she was caught staring at her not to answer.

Shaking off the pieces of flesh and blood on the blade, he rode the back of the dragon in search of his next prey.

After creating dragon material, a line of brave men replaced their feet when they caught several more flying species of dragons.

Thanks to this, the journey was much smoother, but on the other hand, it was supposed to expand Dorothy's massacre.

Killed many. I slashed many of them. No matter how much you slash, Dorothy will never be satisfied.

I'm sure that will last until we defeat the Demon King. No, Eliza even thought that defeating the Demon King would last until she uprooted the Demon Clan.

More often than not, parties camped so that they could kill demons at any time.

I don't even look for it, but I give the wilderness and the like a bonfire and reveal it overnight. If the Demons were to stop by the lights, Dorothy shook the blade wondering when and when.

By nightfall, Dorothy's massacre was finally over, the field lit with incendiary fire, and the day was about to end.

"I think I'm gonna break up the party"

"Mr. Dorothy caused this."

The cause of Eliza's offer was obvious.

Maria, who thought that would happen somewhere in her mind, was just staring at the burning fire without surprise.

Maria's eyes have no light.

The demon king's crusade and the righteousness he set forth have become distorted. Maria's heart referred more to the appearance of a brave man pursuing a distorted ideal for selfish reasons than to the joy of being able to adventure with a brave man.

"I'll tell Dorothy from me tomorrow morning. Fighting the Demon King is inevitable beyond hurting the Demon Clan so far. But I'm going down my imaginary path, what are you gonna do?

"Well, I'm on a boat, so I'd like to follow Eliza."

"Right. Then keep up the good work. This party is over."