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

One beautiful horse was running down the streets of the Republic of Colden.

Silver tendencies like stretched stars can't help turning people around.

Running that horse is one woman in a white robe.

When the woman reached the Inquisition in the Holy City, she disembarked her horse.

Pass, please.

To the words of the guard, the woman took the pendant out of her chest and showed it.

It is something that only Cathedral officials are allowed to wear.

From the dirty robes and pendants, the guards immediately perceived the woman as a church adventurer.

"... excuse me"

To the guard bowing her head, the woman spoke.

"Do you know where my people are?

"Perhaps... I was wondering if you'd be at the Adventure Inn west of Klimt Street"

"Thank you, bye"

"Oh, hey!

The guards rushed to control the woman who tried to jump on the horse.

"Riding in the Holy Capital is forbidden! Forget the ordinance?

"... excuse me"

The woman put her foot down from her blush.

"It's a long journey…"

Looking at the beautiful green eyes, the guard gets a little squeaky.

After a gentle meeting, the woman pulled the reins and went into the Holy City.

A huge cathedral, visible even from outside the city, catches my eye, but there are still people's lives in the Holy Capital as well.

There is a vibrant market, in residential areas the strings are given from house to house and the laundry may be dry.

The woman headed west on Klimt Street as she asked the people the way.

The Adventure Inn was like a bigger tavern than I thought.

The woman let go of the horse's reins there.

The horse stands still and does not move on the spot.

"Hey, like I said, I would have been right to be an adventurer with a church!?

A man's shout echoes the inn.

"If you know how to behave a little, you get all this bounty, you can play and live for a while!

The man asked his husband to add booze.

It's a first-class drink, bearing the name of a hero.

And a bunch of white robes swallowed it, as if to drink a cheap ale.

"But you were right to slack (...)!

"Shit, my voice is loud..."

One can hold back, but the man keeps talking fine.

"Who's gonna listen? This is our rental out. You think they're listening in hell?

"It won't be something we can talk about aloud..."

That's what the woman said, but the drunk man doesn't have ears to listen to.

"They weren't the kind of people who would complain if they died anyway. Who was the one who said we should have more minutes? I forgot..."

The man drinks a lot more again.

That's when the man finally realized - one shadow standing at the entrance to the tavern.

"Hey, who the hell are you listening to?

Eight people surrounding the table stood up all the time.

"... come in slowly... who the hell are you?

"Come on, who is it..."

Opening the small swing door, the woman entered the Adventure Inn.

"Oh, you...!!

Seeing the woman's green eyes, the adventurers lagged behind.

"Why... why are you alive..."

At that moment, white cold air erupted from the woman's fingertips.

Cold air curls like a snake, dancing in a liquor store and wrapping around the feet of the adventurers.

The leg instantly froze like a tree trunk.

"You... what the hell...!!

"Where's the treasure?

The woman asked the man in a cold voice.

"Treasure...... you mean the [crown of chills]!? I handed that over to the high priest!!

"Don't lie boring...?

The ice that is stiffening my legs comes up to my hips making a noise with the pisci.

"You're lying. Eh!! It's true!! Handed it over to the Grand Cleric!! We met properly!!

"Where is that high priest...?

"A monastery or a cathedral!! You know nothing more than that. Eh!! I don't know anything!!

"Yes..."

The woman returned the blemishes.

The frozen feet of the adventurers don't melt.

"Hey, eh! Wait a minute!

One woman called in a desperate voice.

"I need your help, Wijka! I guess I wasn't the one who humiliated you and killed you!?

The woman, called Wijka, looked back slowly.

"I apologize for killing Rick and the others! But I'm not the one who killed you!!

Wijka looked into each and every one of them there.

Every human being there was frightened by the sins he had committed.

"I have a little vague memories... that's why I want you to tell me. Who, what did you do to me in this..."

The woman didn't stay, she told me everything.

That the men wanted to stop by, do things they couldn't even say, and kill Wijka.

Wijka had colder eyes than ice and was listening to the words.

"You really laughed and looked at me!!

One of the men flickers.

"But I'm not the one who got my hands on it directly! You guys! I'm not guilty, am I? Hey, Wijka..."

Wijka looked over at the store.

Besides the adventurers who froze their feet, there is one shopkeeper who is frightened at the counter.

"You see, I forgive you, don't I? Right?"

Wijka looked cold with her green eyes at the woman with her hands out and desperately pleading with her legs frozen.

"... I see"

Some time after the woman left, the Adventure Inn shopkeeper ran out of breath to the guard's stuffing.

As the guards reached the Adventure Inn, eight men and women stood ice frozen from their necks down.

"What the hell... hey you guys... are you alive...!?

"A... a... a..."

A woman opens her purple crease and speaks out.

The guard screamed.

"Store owner, bring the water to a boil!!

Many times he boiled the water, melting the ice little by little, little by little, and first the woman was freed from the icy spot.

"Are you all right!? What the hell happened!?

"A... a... a..."

The woman just makes a short voice and doesn't show any reaction.

It's like being completely deprived of (...) something important as a human being.

Even melting the remaining seven ice, the reaction was the same.

The guards called for backup and the eight were transported to the hospital for the treatment of frostbite.

………………

Wijka, with her horse, turned to the monastery as she asked the city's people the way.