Demon King of Phantom Thief – a Betrayed Thief Stole the Stats and Skills of the Hero Party Then Reigned Over the World

Emperor Grimt and several of his sides were sentenced to beheading in a square near the castle.

The executioner drops his neck on the platform, and whenever it rolls down on the tar, the crowd cheers.

In the corner of their flock of squares were the masterminds of the coup and the figure of Viktor.

"Do those guys want to tomla too...?

When Viktor asked, he was now deputy chairman of the council, the leader replied.

"Absolutely. Not the kind of people who can go to heaven... but that's why it makes sense to mourn. It will show the attitude of the new government. From the brutal emperor, the righteous army that has regained power… you have to have that impression"

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The new regime with the general in the chair falls, in other words, into a military regime.

If I damaged my image, I was in immediate danger of becoming an army of evil.

This is where we have to be sensitive to our citizens and also to other countries.

And just because you're a military regime doesn't mean you're active in war.

Exhausted by the war, both the army and the people were the same.

"Parliament has decided to reach a rapprochement between the Union and the Kingdom of Tristrum. It means the war is over thanks to you, Viktor..."

The leader slapped Viktor on the shoulder.

"I can't thank you enough. The country was saved."

"If you want to thank me, let me tell the Demon King... then let's go get the price"

The leader's face turns blue.

What Viktor sought as one of the consideration for the coup success was the life of Elada Colette, once sent before the Emperor on the verge of starvation.

As a powerful ally, Viktor has acted with.

Still, I am reminded that this man in front of me is a demon tribe.

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Even though the coup d 'état happened, not everything in the castle changed.

Elada Colette lived more than before, away from the castle.

With the worthy care of the maids, Elada was fully recovered.

"Look, you guys, it's breakfast."

As Ellada enters the room with cabbage, the giant larvae that Abigail gave birth to gather all over.

"Kevin, you're still a foodie. Dari, you're the smallest, so eat more."

The larvae look delicious from Elada's hands, eating shaves and cabbage.

"Ah, abi, aheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheheh"

Abigail was sitting alone in a chair laughing.

"Dear Abigail, it's almost time for your meal, please wait a moment"

"Abi..."

Abigail, who has lost her sanity, also seems quite happy.

I've been able to go to the bathroom alone lately.

As before, he can no longer act as assassin for 13th Legion Number 2.

But maybe this kind of life can count as one of happiness.

"I brought you a meal"

The maids of the castle were also totally used to mysterious larvae and Abigail already.

"Master Abigail is great to be sitting in the chair and waiting for you."

"Uhihi... Abi..."

"Little ones, it's gonna be a while."

Careful not to step on the cabbage-eating larvae, the maid arranged a meal at the table.

"Is it rolled cabbage today? You're hanging out with the little ones."

"That's right, Ugh. Now, if you'll excuse me."

"Abi..."

Nor has Abigail forgotten how to use spoons and forks.

I spill the soup on my forehead, but eat the rice pretty well.

"Delicious, Master Abigail"

"Uhihihihihihi"

From the window, the warm sun is shining.

It's going to be a good day.

- There, a visitor showed up.

"Oh... you... Huh!?

Elada accidentally dropped a wooden spoon on the table.

"Long time no see, Ellada..."

Black hat on a worn out black coat - this look I'll never forget.

Once put alive in a coffin, that terrible time filled with hunger and thirst leaves his chest.

The symbol of that nightmare - one Musketeer (Gunslinger) Victor of the Four Heavenly Kings under the Demon King.

Elada was ready to die, kicking his chair and getting up.

"What... what are you doing here... ugh!?

I can't stop my knee from trembling.

Still, Elada went one step further than the other.

"... I won't give it to you, Master Abigail!!

"Well, I don't know who Abalone is, but you're the one who needs me, Ellada..."

"I... so...!?

To stunned Elada, Viktor told him.

"I will bring you to the Demon King..."

"Does that mean you needed a sacrifice or something...?

I have been prepared to die many times.

I was also tolerated about Abigail, who lost her sanity.

Still, the fear the Demon King brings, the bottom is unknown.

But Viktor answered flatly.

"The Demon King hates sacrifice. Don't worry, there's no danger to you. All we need is Tomurai... that's all."

Is “mourning” a word in the Demon Kings to describe something special?

It's unimaginable.

But - there's no way we can do that, such as defying the man in front of us.

"... ok, I'll follow your word"

Ellada was determined.

"... just give me a minute?

"Do you play eyesatch on Kazoku?

The concept of family is one of the knowledge tapped into by Deanna.

"... No, I don't have a family. I am lonely all my life. But someone has to take care of Master Abigail and the little ones."

The maids took care of the two comfortably.

Some were afraid of mysterious larvae, but few said they would be fine if they got used to it.

"Welcome aboard, Master Colette"

"Oh... I asked for Master Abigail and the little ones..."

Tomorrow morning, Viktor put Elada in a luggage truck with a giant wolf pulling.

Elada's face was clear, by the readiness she had engraved in her heart over the night.

"This time... you can't put me in a coffin?

"Oh, that was a mistake..."

said Viktor.

"You must not let the living into sheep. It's not a good idea to forget to feed it. Eat with me..."

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Much different from the last trip and this one.

But whatever awaits, this time it will never be like losing my hold as the 13th legion, and yes, Ellada swore to her heart.

The wolf runs down the street shaking his luggage car comfortably.

Into the mountain path, eventually the yang began to lean.

Viktor pulled the reins and stopped the wolf.

"... can you get that pheasant?

Viktor asked Elada, pointing to the pheasant dancing high in the sky.

"Oh......"

Elada threw the knife into the sky at a speed that was not out of the ordinary man's sight.

"Gih!"

With a short chirp, pheasant fell into the woods.

"... brilliant"

"Thirteenth Legion, number two."

Dinner was supposed to be a pheasant pan.

Some vegetables are loaded in the luggage.

While Viktor was peeling the pheasant's feathers, Elada handily prepared the rest.

The cooking is elada.

A delicious pheasant pan was formed, with the taste of the bird meat stained with vegetables.

"Good......"

Drink a piece of soup, Viktor said.

"My cooking is good. Come on... let Ellada do it from now on. Your food is delicious..."

"Sort of... do you!? Then, well, let's take it on!

Even if the other person is a Demon, I don't feel bad about being complimented on hand cooking.

"I don't know what you're thinking..."

said Viktor as he froze over the bird meat.

"The Demon King is very kind... nothing to worry about... I assure you..."

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As the sun was sinking, Elada saw the side of Viktor lit by the fire.

He has a pale pheasant pan on the terminal face through his nostrils, without any expression on his face.

(If you look at it this way... you're no different than a human being. It's a strange feeling...)

Elada threw one large piece of bird meat into her mouth.

"Ha-ha-ha"

"Don't be a jerk..."

Gradually, I stayed up late.

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Even after the war, the rush of the field hospital will remain the same until the supply units arrive.

Marie wakes up early in the morning and as soon as she finishes a simple meal, she enters the patient procedure.

Unbandage, apply [fast-heel] and wrap the new bandage again.

It's the usual task.

- But.

"What's up, Virgin? Am I that bad?

Marie was so caught in strange discomfort that the wounded soldier's words were out of her ear.

- I can barely feel the decrease in magic.

(What do you mean...?

Marie tried to [heel] the wounded soldier's wounds, though she really shouldn't.

The wound, which was painfully open to the shoulder mouth, instantly blocks.

"Hey, Virgin, before you said you couldn't afford to [heel]..."

………………

Only slightly, there is a sense of reduced magic.

But it still made me feel superfluous, even with heels on all the wounded gathered at this field hospital.

………………

"Oh, hey, Virgin!

Marie heeled the wounded from one end to the other.

Heal the wounds of all the wounded in the church and still have room for magic.

"Hey Marie! [Heels] Prohibit is a proper observance of the rules...... what do you mean? No way. Patients in this church. Heels mostly...... such a stupid thing!

The woman raised her voice unexpectedly.

No matter how many clerics have been chosen as brave parties, healing so many wounded is not a very human place of business.

………………

Marie jumped out of the church and heeled the wounded in the tent one after the other.

Not yet - there's still too much magic!

(That's when...)

Marie came to think of “something” that Keith gave her that night at the fort in Nbourne.

(Mr. Keith gave me... Maximum Magic Power (Magic Capacity)!)

That day Marie healed the wounds of all the wounded in the field hospital by the time the sun rose to the top.

"My leg... my leg moves...!!

"Wow... it's not just a rumor... she's a true Virgin!!

With this day at the border, the legend of the “Virgin” in its true sense began.