It is also a far past that living corpses have trekked.
The world was regained by souls and humans.
More than this, there is also a soul in the story that God sees.
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Between the thrones, it was dim.
The space, which is supposed to be neatly lined up with ministers, close guards, etc., is oddly lazy.
So much so that they thought it was deserted, but people did.
One sits on the throne.
One kneels before that.
There is no one else because, for one thing, this ceremony is top secret.
If it is top-secret, why do we hold ceremonies, for one thing, out of respect?
to those facing unimaginable ordeal.
to those who will not go to the difficulty of saving their country.
This is an appointment ceremony.
When a great threat is imminent in the kingdom, it is a gatekeeping ceremony that sends out an elected 'brave man' to break this.
"... brave man"
After complaining of one single decision, the king sitting on the throne - Elias IV - called a brave man to kneel in a heavy and low voice.
"That was the catastrophe that took place seven years ago… its few survivors. There will always be something still in my heart. I'm sincerely delighted that you pushed it and took on this task"
The brave man did not raise his face.
I'm just listening to the king.
"Then... the rest, I must apologize"
A slight difference in voice color. Hearing the words, the brave man finally looked up.
He was a beautiful blonde young man.
Shaking his clear colored eyes into a faint agitation, he looks up to the king.
"The rest, I truly loved my mother... But I did not protect her from other royal contempt. I must apologize for that..."
"No...... no"
Right now, I'm saying that because I may never get another chance.
Realizing so, the brave man leaned down again, still rethinking, and saw the king - his own father.
"My mother, I'm sure, has not resented you. I'm not the kind of person who would be happy with an apology or anything like that.
If my mother were to rejoice... it would surely be when the new wonderful king sat on its throne "
"... heh. You think that's who you are?"
"Overtaking."
He said he might not make it back alive.
While it is so declared, the brave man affirms.
Make sure you come back here and let him sit on that throne.
"Good.... then I will order you without abomination.
Be a brave man and spiritual king - no.
My son, Elvis-Kunz Windsor. "
Elvis, the brave man, drooped his head and waited.
"Under the Great Ring, go to the land of demons who play in the sky and crusade its chief - 'Demon King' Jack Lieber"
"As you say."
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Three humans waited for Elvis, who left the throne room after the appointment ceremony.
"That was a long time. Wasn't it just a form appointment ceremony?
Said the girl, wearing a red coat (robe) and stretched out her burning redhead.
The robe is given to a high priesthood spiritualist who has received royal life, and is wild in size, bukabuka, and design.
But the allure over the dressed lady, whether it was because she was squeezing her hips with a belt or because she was in a special glamorous shape, was fragrant from all over her body.
"I've never heard you two use the Throne Room alone. Didn't you just want to hang on to the ceremony and talk to your son? That Dj."
It was a particularly small girl among the three who said in a nasty manner.
The bandit-like outfit of just wearing leather protective gear over hemp skin attire doesn't look like a good fit for a royal castle.
But more odd than that, it was over my head and my butt.
Over your head, big cat ears.
From the buttocks, the cat's tail is stretched slightly.
It is a species called Ketsey.
It was as if she were not trying to hide that she was a race that could never be treated well.
"Hey Ruby, you, watch what you say. Turn to His Majesty the King. What is' That Mr '!
What embarrassed me with a strong voice, contrary to the girl earlier, is a rather large young man.
He has a fine face, wrapped in heavy silver armor on his body nearly two meters, with a large shield and sword, respectively.
If you're a regular person, let's turn it up in five minutes, but this is his nature.
"Fair enough, Mr. Gawayne. Don't make it so much for him. Ruby's disrespectful remarks didn't just start now, and he just wanted to talk to me about it at the ceremony, so it wasn't a mistake."
And Elvis pardoned the great young man.
Elvis, who turned eighteen, is less than 180 cm tall.
The blue armor that is passed on to the royal family is now wrapped around.
But the soft atmosphere of the princes was unchanged after seven years.
"Let's leave earlier than that. It's finally time."
"... right. I've been waiting seven years for this."
The red-haired girl - Azelea nods and throws her gaze out the window.
"Totally. I've been waiting too long. I knew I should have gone on my own."
"Are you going to die, Azuma? I'm not supposed to forgive you."
Next, Ketsey's girl - Ruby.
A big young man - Gawayne.
Just like Azelea, he threw his gaze out the window.
"Seven years.... it took me so long to get a chance to meet him"
And finally.
Elvis also throws his gaze out the window.
"Come on, let's go finish. Seven years ago, that day."
On the other side of the blue sky, a small black dot floats.
From the royal castle it only seemed a dot, but given the distance, it was also comparable in size to the island.
That is the land of demons who freely roam the skies everywhere.
A fully independent autonomous state, floating by only one spiritual art.
Sky Demon Territory Dimkuld.
It's Jack Lieber's Negijo.
TO BE CONTINUED TO
Demon King Period of Cause and Effect