Demon Lord, Retry!

- A village in the countries of the North -

It was a quiet village.

There is not a single sound there, not even the kind of wild birds come close. Even the beast felt something, the village was surrounded by everlasting close silence.

(Is this the village destroyed by the Angel of the Seas...)

One superior demon appeared abruptly in such a silent village.

Far from hearing strange rumors, they took their feet from the demonic realm.

His name is Oluit.

In later years, he is a demon who bumps into each other directly from the front with zero in the Holy Light kingdom, and will endure a long death battle with zero, which became known as the Dragon Man.

"……… beautiful"

Usually with one expression, he opens his mouth so that no demon can indulge in his unchanging locks.

I admired the “whites on one side” that covered this village. At first glance, that was like a view of a village hit by heavy snow, but slightly different.

This village was all salted.

The house, the thoroughfares, the livestock, the fields, the humans who would have lived there.

When the rest of us looked at it, it was nothing but creepy things like this village, but it seemed to show up in Oruit's eyes as a superb piece of art.

He doesn't want the beauty of being.

I've been so tired of this stuff for so long. I used to collect artwork on hand called masterpieces, but now I have no interest whatsoever.

(Beauty is all about enclosing distortion……)

For example, a mutilated famous painting.

For example, a broken expensive one.

Shattered gems. Historic plates with gold handed over. Broken famous sword. A burnt angel statue. Decaying Holy Box. Clock stopped. Broken mural. And the object of curse...

Beauty is enough for a millennial appreciation to hold something distorted.

However, I get tired of the eyes sooner or later, such as products that are just beautiful. This is the truth of his arrival in Oruit.

(What is a landscape with a halt in time so beautiful... Ants (...) Behold them. Don't you even realize he's dead)

Oruit's talking about ants is not about themselves, but about humans.

Some are on the side of the road, while others plow the fields. Some women were preparing meals in the house, and some children were running around with puppies.

All of them are salted as they are. It is like cutting time and space and turning the village itself into one object.

It was the greatest art that emerged in this world from Oruit, but there was also dissatisfaction.

(I didn't know such art would be made by that abominable Angel of Seas......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

A being who hears all things, both the pure prayer of man and the wicked desire.

He was once an angel full of power enough to cover the entire continent, but now he has faded beyond the sense of existence itself.

Oruit wanted to break that lifeblood with his own hands, but he doesn't even know if he's still alive or if he's already vanished.

Even if he lived, he would no longer be a threat.

(Well, good. I don't even have to put my hands down, like the end of the rest. Because he (...) should snow his own shame)

To come to Oruit's mind, he is the opposite of an Angel of the Seas.

It was once known as the "Demon King”, Greor. Unlike the Angel of the Seat, this one was experiencing increasing fluctuations in its power.

The long seal will also be shattered and resurrected in this world.

Then the human world will be transformed into a hell of a snort cry, and there will also be rain of blood in the demonic realm.

Originally, that was a death-living issue for many demons, but Oluit didn't even have the lust to care in particular.

Oluit, Utopia, and, Kale - these three are also special in the demonic realm. Anyway, I'm not asking for power, territory or anything.

Nothing in this world is more troublesome than those who are not overwhelmed by understandable interests.

Oruit is moved by its own aesthetics.

Utopia has taken a leap towards dominating humans from the inside out.

As for Kale and the like, I'm not sure what I'm thinking either.

Where evil demon kings have risen, though, they will not deliberately consider themselves hostile to what could be termed these variants - "freaks”. Because it's useless to just fight.

I just won, and I have nothing to gain.

(Angel of the Seat on Greor. Eat well with the rest of you………)

Oluit narrows his eyes to the surrounding landscape as he walks through the village.

At the same time, he wipes out of his head some things that don't go down.

This extraordinary art was preceded by a rethinking of the ruins of the past.

"Precious salt for ants, but don't you feel like crushing (...) this on boulders and using it..."

The demon's mouth loosens slightly, and a creaking laugh leaks.

Night thieves or even bandits are not close to this village. Because if you enter the village, you are whispered fruitfully that you will be turned into a chunk of salt yourself.

From a demon as powerful as Oruit, it is a word of laughter. The poor ants, frightened by the unseen, close their ears, and even give up thinking.

From the devil's point of view, human beings are literally just like “toys”.

"... and..."

(Hmm?)

A keen demon's hearing picks up a sound that's going to disappear.

When I looked him in the eye, he seemed to be the voice emanating from one lump of salt. She is still old enough to call herself a girl, but most of her body is covered in salt.

"Are you telling me you're still alive...?

The beautiful face of Oruit distorts.

It felt like a little black stain had been removed from the perfect painting.

(I don't like it............)

Even if you try to wave the knife down silently, that hand stops.

Instead, I was wondering if having this stain (...) would be more complete.

It seems to see the failure of an all-powerful Seat Angel, which is also somewhat delightful.

"Do you want to throw it away like this? I didn't know ants couldn't be disposed of... Angel, how miserable it is to fade so much."

The devil scoffs that the former threat is now this as well. If the angel's last great task is to curse this village, it will taste even better.

"Ro... and... and..."

".................. Cook"

The finely spoken voice seemed to be pleading "kill me".

No, maybe he's just grumbling over and over again without meaning anymore. Oruit has an evil grin on his face about what he came up with.

"That abominable angel seemed to have fulfilled the wishes of the ants who were not enough to take, but we were not. The devil is the one who tramples upon the wishes of the ants."

Conversely, what would happen if I solved this state of affairs - such a mean thought comes to Oluit's head. Are you going to freak out when you see the current state of the village, cry out, or just laugh that you were saved?

"Interesting. I'll learn that stupid angel too and make one wish come true. To your wish, something (...) contrary."

- - Root regression (root return) - -

From the palm pointing at me, black magic flashes.

It was not a holy force to recover from a state anomaly, but magic to force time back by black force. Naturally, its side effects are intense.

"Mm... this is..."

Initially, although there has been some change in the salt covering the girl, it is rewound with even stronger force. It is also as if it manifests the nature of that unaccommodating seat angel.

Oluit was temporarily curious about the power comparison with the Angel of the Seat, but eventually exhaled deeply.

"I see you're only willing to fight..."

I guess I felt insulted by the person who called me the rest.

Oruit decided to take it seriously and twist down the power of the seated angel. It's about keeping this ant as a family member and putting it in your own domination -

That is tantamount to subduing that angel of the throne.

The demon's mouth opened and the fangs specific to the bloodsucking species were attached to the girl's neck muscle. It is inherently possible to be made dependent in an instant, such as a weak being like a human being.

But this girl was different.

Though it pours immense magic into it and tries to put it under its control, it is the holy power that rebels against the magic of Oruit.

(Abominable...... ugh! You are no longer a ghost of the past!

It infuses most of the magic of the advanced demon and finally changes into the salt crystal.

Finally, we succeeded in bringing the girl into the family.

The crack enters first and the salt covering the surface of the body gradually begins to dissolve. Oluit was convinced of his own victory, but that time of joy ends with a short one.

(Stupid...... why don't you even move the state of those you put in your family!

Whoever originally became a family member of a blood-sucking species puts all of it under his master's control.

Emotions, states, everything.

Although 70% of the salt crystals recovered, there was still residue in the hands, feet and face, and infusion of the rest of the magic never solved them.

"Damn, you abominable Angel of Seas. How far are you from us?

"Ah... Gu..."

"Hung............ are you awake"

The girl opened her eyes and was stunned by the first sight she jumped in.

Terribly well-faced demon, because it and its uninterrupted presence held its own body.

"Oh, come on..."

Though I try to say something, I am cleverly speechless from my mouth.

The mouth is completely dry and spicy as it was filled with salt to the throat.

"I'll just tell you one first. Don't flatter yourself without my permission."

The words out of the devil's mouth were very spicy, but it was an emotion that could somehow be called joy that penetrated the girl's chest. The gaze just makes me happy that the words were directed at me.

At the same time, we recall the disaster that struck our village.

Unopposable forces turned everything in the village into salt, and all the villagers I knew gradually became crystals of salt.

"Wah... but, heh..."

"Stupid. After all, ants don't seem to be able to hear orders properly either."

The devil's face is distorted by the fact that I just told him not to flaunt himself. From Oruit's point of view, I didn't think there was any decent intelligence or anything in the species called humans, and it was even uncomfortable and unbelievable to utter the word.

"I'll let you clean the mansion. It's a good job for ants."

Speaking cold words, Oluit was feeling something that attracted some heart to the girl's distortion. Perhaps if you don't instill magic regularly, you'll return to the original crystal.

There are only two people at risk, human beings but constantly, under threat from angels, etc.

For some reason, Oluit told this girl, no, to exist itself.

I felt a kind of “beauty." Not just him, but the bloodsucking species are very obsessive. Love and hate are incomparable with other races.

(Angel of the Seat, your last job is like this. Let's not let this ant live, let's not kill him, let's decorate the mansion as my toy..............................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................

Dark emotions gush up like once resentful enemies, and the demon's mouth ends rise. Eventually, Oruit spread his back wings and flew to the sky holding the girl's body.

King of the Blood Vampire Species, could also be called Oruit, but there was only one fatal mistake in his perception.

The Angel of the Seas' last task was not to make this village a crystal of salt - because it would summon an outrageous man from another world.

No, paradoxically, it is perhaps the village of Rabbi that the man creates that was the last great task of the Angel of the Seat. Because that cold village becomes an essential part of the later Great War.