Cursed Sword Master

I was a demon.

I think it was originally one of the demons ejected from the tower. Discharged from the tower, I used the power of the demon stone in my body to transform my body into a demon adapting to the mountains that were nearby...

Honestly, the memories around there are vague and uncertain. I just think so somehow. I just remember that the only offensive impulse that sprang up from within my body was higher than it is now.

The same demons could barely contain each other, but humans, wild beasts, etc. could no longer be suppressed just because they were in sight. Even though I'm not feeling hungry, I can't resist the urge. And the urge lasts until the opponent stops moving.

It wasn't anything that made me fall for that scumbag's obedience that gave in to that scumbag's powers and skills. A man of the Great Sword who was the leader of that bandit group...... I met that man in the mountains and he beat me down in an instant when I hung up with an offensive impulse. And that scumbag skill captured me while my consciousness was hazy.

It was very humiliating to me to have to say such a thing.

I just have to thank that scumbag for one thing too... no two?

One is that he became an obedient demon, eliminating the attack impulse that was constantly gushing as if his position had been lifted as a tower demon. This allowed me to be intelligent enough to think things through.

But it was only painful to keep following that scumbag's instructions. Attack people while they are people for their own personal desires. I was used as the spike. Originally a demon, I had no aversion to attacking people... but for some reason I always felt angry.

And the other thing is... he let me get involved with him.

That one's over a hundred humans and us wolves in just three, dozens. Plus, he fought two bear demons over each other.

To be honest, I was convinced that if we surrounded ourselves and fought, we could eat and kill as soon as we could.

Yet the wolves under my command were slaughtered one after the other. The majority of them were werewolves moving as I was under an offensive impulse to force them to obey as I was commanded by scumbags.

For that reason, there is nothing in particular that I think of, even if they do not follow my instructions and just recklessly strike me.

But there were wolves around me who, like me, woke up from an offensive urge as a demon to express their intelligence. This one wasn't just following my strength, it was my compatriots who sympathized with the goal of one day getting out of that scumbag's reign and living as they please.

I don't want these people to die in vain. I instructed my people to pretend to fight without getting too close, waiting for something to change the situation.

But that scumbag and his people boiled their business to enemies they could not defeat forever, and they tried to burn us all down with giant fireballs.

Its so vicious magic and the desperate sight that overshadowed its sight, its compatriots, whose intellect had just emerged, had their feet swamped with fear and despair.

The only salvation was that those scumbags had abandoned us, and the effect of the skills that had made me obedient had disappeared, as had the shackles on the compatriots who had obeyed him via me.

I rushed under my countrymen and kicked one of them in the ass and urged them to get away from here. Still, I can't have all my compatriots who were scattered extensively. I had to give up a few heads...... for some reason the humans were trying to protect the rest of the wolves.

Thanks to you I was able to get rid of all the other wolves. But at the same time, I had lost my chance to escape myself...

Still, I don't mind if I saved my countrymen. My responsibility for leading the herd was fulfilled.

... and I saw the last of the humans who were trying to protect the wolves out of my reach. Think about it now. My feelings at that time were the first thing I felt in my life: 'Appreciation'.

It was then. I had eyes with that one.... were sweet eyes. It wasn't the hostility and mockery that was being directed at me by those scumbags and bandits. If it wasn't for my mistake, he had a respectful and merciful eye on me, the demon.

The moment I realized that, an indescribable warm shock ran through me.

"You come too!!

So I couldn't help but reach out and take my eyes off that one who calls me.

"You're not a good wolf to die in this way! If you're gonna die, fight me later after you've outrun this place! Then I'll kill you relentlessly!

I spared me knowing I was an enemy, and if I realized the size of the vessel trying to save me by enveloping the possibility of even being betrayed, I would have jumped into that one's chest.

The roar I visited shortly afterwards, and the scorch...... but I had no anxiety whatsoever that he was holding me so powerfully. The warmth of that human skin that was hugged for the first time… I really thought that in this sense of peace and security, I wouldn't mind burning out like this if I were with this one.

In the end, I was helped. Let's keep helping the other wolves and those guys. I thought so, but I thought it would be difficult to fight the other way if we were nearby.

Besides, there was no certainty that the skills used in scum would not affect us again after this.

Their predicament continues after this… It helps them to push and kill their desire to fight together and not be near them now. I left this place once with the other compatriots who were helped by saying so.

Besides, at this time, my nose was catching a lot of human and steel odors flowing from afar. Probably a human force of that size. I figured if I could steer that unit this far, it could save those guys. I decided to head over there.

In the end, that unit was originally meant to save those people...

All the battles were over and I followed some wolves and those guys trying to get home.

That strength that knocked Shaaz out of me one-on-one, that eye that recognized me... that powerful arm that also made my heart an eagle... and more importantly, that peace. The idea was no longer in my mind, which was supposed to be my goal to free myself from scum and live free.

I want to be with that person who recognized me. I want to fight with you. Now I still don't deserve that one, but I want to be stronger and now I can protect that one and that one's important things and give back my gratitude.

It is only when that happens that I intend to call that person, whom I have admitted, with respect.

'My Lord' and I should do all I can.