Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Land positions boiled greatly on one side of the naval battle.

Everyone was cheering for the words "enemy fleet devastated, incapacitated to continue fighting".

This would have cleared up one major element of anxiety.

I gently stroked my chest down as I thanked the moon.

As for the land, they were in formation on the hills to face both armies.

Neither the register rear, which cannot be attacked by less than 2,000 troops, nor Grannia, who is on alert even with a large number of them, can make it through the war.

There's no reason to be bonkers, so I sent a messenger again to inform him of his survival about Arnault, which is a war cut-off.

Chris seems to think, 'It's just no use doing it,' just in case.

But even if you're an emperor, you're a parent of people, why don't you care about the safety of your children?

Instead of bringing in negotiations, I have endless doubts about a response that does not even give a reply to previous envoys.

I think that far and I remember Ha.

That the man was an outrageous man who caught ordinary people with pleasure and killed them with half a joke.

It's not like I don't remember the resentment then.

I'm still traumatized enough to dream about it now and then.

Still, I couldn't lack calm, and now I had to forget.

I just kept staring at the Grannian forces forming in the distance, without saying anything.

"Lord, I will report!

"What, about the messenger you sent?

"Yes, the only answer is' nothing '"

"... what a jerk"

"And then, take this one."

One human being lay ahead, prompted by his gaze.

I can tell that my clothes are stained bright red, even when I'm away.

That's a civil servant from the Registry I sent as a messenger, but no way he was slashed?

No matter how many enemies we had against each other, we never thought we would get that far.

I called out to Chris, who was next door, not hiding the surprise.

"Instead of responding to negotiations, I didn't expect the messenger to trick me. Were those savages this far?

"I guess it's meant to be mouth sealing. You'll have trouble over there. Lord Arnault is told that he is alive."

"What do you mean? Normally, it's good news that the Crown Prince is alive."

"One of the reasons is that the great name of this battle breaks down. The other thing is that Lord Arnault's presence is neglected in the country."

"Neglected, even though he's the Crown Prince?

Jiwari and unpleasant sweat flow.

I guess the story you're about to hear is brutal reality itself.

I was driven by the urge to block my ears, but I endured it.

"Doesn't the lord wonder? To the Crown Prince who can make a name for himself as a general."

"That's just because he's capable and brave, isn't it?

"No, inherently royalty is something to be in a safe place. If you inherit, you should be kept out of danger."

"How does that lead to this?"

"He has been appointed Crown Prince. But you wanted another to inherit the emperor. Lord Arnault needs to be the" Dead English Spirit for the Country. "

The clenched fist rang in a critical manner.

Because in the other belly, I could understand.

Does the emperor not have a man's heart?

Do you think life is the only thing?

"The more royal you are, the more military history you accumulate, and then the more you learn to dismiss your general position. Without doing so, I kept sending them to the fierce battlefield of" Enough to Boost Your Brave Name. "

"I mean, because you wanted me to die on some battlefield?

"You must have been waiting to die or commit a great lapse. I can't get rid of it unless I have a reason. In view of the foregoing, we cannot use the prince's personality to negotiate."

"Didn't you attack me before because Arnault was here?

"Probably not. You simply took the trouble of armaments."

Chris's guess is probably right.

Both the inexplicable attitude so far and the outrage of slaughtering and killing the messenger, all because of their integrity.

'Nothing' in reply.

What a word with no body temperature, I feel like I've been ice dropped on the bottom of my belly.

A man who kept trampling the thoughts of men, the lives of beasts, even his own children.

Are you that great with the Emperor, or are you going to be a god?

I want to get in directly and jump him in the neck, but even I'm just fine. I'm not going to be able to break through that line of defense.

Strict demon walls by magicians and formations of iron walls that have been heavily cemented around them are inhibited.

How helpless you are to be called the Demon King.

I didn't know you could kill even one human being.

My chest suddenly got hot as I stared at the enemy in a mood where self-derision and anger seemed to have gone away.

Physically, not emotionally.

Looking at his chest, there was a Mireia knife that he had as a scalpel.

It keeps emitting heat and gets hotter as if it had no boundaries.

When I rushed it out of my chest, it became quiet, as if the knife had wanted it.

Watching the knife in wonder, a strange voice echoed my head.

- Kill them all.

Whose the hell is that?

You're not hearing the Chris and the others, I can't see a reaction.

I'm not a man or a woman, I don't even know if I'm young or old, an incredible voice.

- Is Erningen beneficial? Does Ningen need it in the world?

Is it ringing directly on my head, not on the outside?

Every thought seems to be thrown directly into your mind, soaking up defenses.

- Those who are only evil to their daughter. It's a race that kept abusing the Beast Man. There will be no more chatter.

Yeah, that's right.

We need to make a better world for Sylvia.

So I...

We should kill all the people who are in the way.

- Let's start with the head of Ningen. Don't worry, if I were here, there would be no enemies.

Yes, I'm sure he is.

If I had you, I wouldn't lose.

There's nothing to block.

"To which way, lord?

"Sir, where are you going?

"Alf, what's wrong? It's not safe to walk alone."

Ignoring all the voices on his back, he headed over to the hill.

It's the neck of a fluttering man sitting on top of that one who aspires.

Next up are all the elephants scattered around.

I'll ash you with no one left.

In response to my heart, the knife of my right hand lodged a great blackflame in it.