Dungeon Defense (WN)

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When I reached the Habsburg Imperial Palace through a momentary transition,

The Demon Kings were pouring into the palace square, creating a very cluttered air. This night, the moonlight was brighter than ever. The role of the clouds was to simply sprinkle a flock of light moons at times.

Among them was the Demon King who only wore underwear. Pymon and I were startled by the news that we were under attack, and they jumped headlong into the air. It was Citri. Even from afar, Citri was keeping a sinister silence.

The sinister fog spread throughout the square. Everyone was gazing at the mountain tribe, the plain and the neutral tribe.

“ ……. ”

I took a step.

I feel like I have heavy fog around my ankles and I'm catching on. Every time I moved one more step and one more leg, my calf fell even further down, rather than out of the fog.

I walk in a straight line through the golden edge-finished gate into the square. It was funny. Sometimes the lights in the night sky alternated with the beats I walked. The moonlight warmed my toes and once again darkened the clouds.

“Ha……. ”

Someone sighs. I didn't know it was screaming. As the distance got closer, the Demon Kings realized that I wasn't just walking alone, I was hugging someone in my arms.

Her hair is redder than a rose.

The Demon Kings take a deep breath.

“I can't... …. ”

“Gods.”

Someone covers their mouth with an unbelievable palm, and someone looks right through me. The night cloud retreated and the moonlight shone. Thanks to this, the Demon Kings were able to observe this side in more detail.

Pymon is bloodied. Her white face is tainted with blood from her mouth. Her blood was on my lips, on my lips, on my left cheek.

I carefully set Pymon down in the middle of the square. Then I straightened my back and looked around.

“No... No, I lied..." ”

Citrus collapsed to the floor. The nearby Mountain Demon Kings have raised Citri. Citri repeats the words “lie... lie..." with her arms hanging over them, just like a broken Orgol.

Yeah, Citri.

It's me.

I killed this woman.

I planted her mistakenly, I used my beliefs, I played around, I distorted, I promised her the greatest happiness, and then I immediately robbed her of it with these two hands.

“…… dear comrades. ”

Her name was Pymon.

“Just thirty minutes ago, our most beloved and honorable lover died. Right here, in my arms, a cold corpse. ”

I remember very clearly what she said to me. My mouth spits out at the Demon Kings, but my head is reminded of Pymon.

─ Before starting meetings and dances, the girl thinks she should infer the 71st Demon King Dantalian.

─ Dantalian was unhesitant in killing Andromalius. As a girl, I have to wonder. Is he really part of our Demon King? If you were part of the Demon King, how could you easily kill another Demon King?

─ Girl still has more work to do with Dantalian!

Our encounter was nearing the worst.

We didn't know anything about each other.

“The traitor…… was eight Mage Dukes. The culprit was Duke Ullah, who was going to imprison Pymon and me and force you to stay the night of Valpurgis. We take the two of us hostage and establish slavery as an institution that cannot be abolished forever. That was Duke Ullah's motive…… those damn bastards! ”

I was angry, biting my lip. My lips burst and I bled. I've become someone who can do this much with my eyes closed. I don't need to rely on skills anymore.

─ Do you have a handkerchief?

─ Please provide a handkerchief in the future. A gentleman's tribute.

That much time has passed.

You intervened in my ordeal. I almost got thrown in jail on Valpurgis' night, and you almost got me thrown out of the Lunar Army.

“… seven of the ducs took our side, and there was a fierce fight between them. At first, we had the advantage. We got rid of the traitors. But the rest of the rebels were healthy, and the allies chased after them to finish them off. And…… while most of our allies were away……. ”

I was stuck on my lips several times. My tone became confusing and dull because I cried. It was all meant to be an act. I realized I was putting on a perfect act. My expression revealed anger, sadness, and shock.

If I had acted only for myself, Pymon, you were completely different.

─ How foolish our Demon King was! I thought it was for Mine. I thought I was fighting for Mine. But look. It wasn't the Demon King who was dying.

─ Hypocrisy and deception. Even if the continents are united, hypocrisy and deception will never cease. It will burn even more brightly, humanity, magic, and soon the whole world!

You were not a hypocrite who abandoned your people and loved only humans, were not a monogamous man who was bound by the limits of the Demon King to ignore what was really right, nor were you a coward who couldn't put his thoughts into action.

─ You know what? It was around the time Barbato and the girl were still friends.

─ We were joking. One, which is absolutely ridiculous, but what kind of person would he be if he liked one guy?

─ …… Close your eyes, Dantalian.

You were a good man to me.

So, I'm the bad guy who killed you for no reason.

“Pymon...... Pymon died surrounding me! ”

I cried.

“An assassin came at me. I was just standing there stupid doing nothing…… then Pymon hugged me, assassin on Pymon's back…… several times……. ”

I made a mess of my face. There was only one reason I remembered Pymon. It was to draw true emotions out of my heart. I wasn't trying to remember her. I was taking advantage of her memories.

“How many times! I could feel the blade rushing through her back, vibrating to me! Every time the assassin swings his arm, Pymon crumbles! I could feel it…… but I couldn't do anything! ”

For a more perfect lie.

“Pymon didn't miss me to the end...... with his arms around me...... covering me...... even though she bled out and the blood covered my face...... and Pymon to the end...... ”

I cried like a wounded beast.

I didn't need any more words. I vomited my emotions purely. The night air trembles. I cover my face with my hands, scratch my flesh with my fingernails, and spit blood from my neck. The Demon Kings were overwhelmed by my wrath.

This is where one truth was being made.

“Revenge...! ”

Between the cries and the cries, I vomited a spacious word.

“Revenge, unforgivable! All of them……! ”

The only one who knew what Pymon was now was me.

If I lie to her, the one who corrects and corrects it remains true, without a single person. So I was responsible for an unlimited number of women named Pymon.

“Destroy, destroy, destroy! ”

Make no excuses.

There's nothing wrong with Pymon. So that Pymon doesn't have to carry any responsibility. I plundered and sinned against everything she owned until the end.

That's why.

I don't have a single blur.

Without hesitation.

No hesitation, no remorse, no doubt, no reflection.

“Please avenge her...! ”

I killed Pymon.

“Kill the traitors in the most dreadful, most devastating way! ”

It was I, Dantalian, who killed Pymon.

I was able to nail the world with the irreversible truth.

I bent my knees here.

Bang, hit my head against the stone floor.

“Please…… Please… Comrades, I know there are many things I lack in doing wrong. But vengeance...... is all I can give, and her vengeance... Please... ”

Bang, bang, I hit my forehead on the floor several times.

Only the sound of me hitting my head in the sacred world resonates heavily. I tore my skin and bled. I hit my skull like a man about to take off my death mask to the ground. It felt like hammering.

Then someone hugged me.

Soft, warm palms wrapped around my ears.

“It's okay.”

I raised my head heavily. I couldn't open my right eye because of the blood on my forehead. I stared faintly in front of my left eye.

Citri smiled there.

I was shaken as if it were going to collapse right away, but it was definitely a smile.

“It's okay, Dantalian. It's not your fault. ”

“ ……. ”

“Yes. It's not your fault... everything will be fine." Everything. ”

Citri presses her cheek against my forehead. Something other than blood fell on my face. Tears flowing from Citri climb on my face, wash away the blood, and slowly flow along the jawline.

A mixture of my blood, Pymon's blood, and Citri's tears quietly fell to the ground.

“It's going to be okay... Ugh, it's really going to be okay... ”

Citri, who had to mourn more than anyone here, was desperately trying to comfort me. Citri might not have realized it, but at the time of Pymon's disappearance, Citri's actions represented the mountain tribe.

That is.

My acting was successful again.

“It's my fault…… if I hadn't been here…… if it hadn't been for me, Pymon……. ”

“Mmm-hmm. I'm fine. ”

“Pymon……. ”

I put my arms around Citri and cried out.

I have never expressed my emotions as fiercely in front of the Demon Kings as I do now. I am always calm and calm, sometimes in a contemptuous posture. I cried like a child. The surprises will make the smoke more reliable.

I don't know how long I cried.

At some point, I lost my mind.

When I woke up, I was lying in the bedroom. Daisy was sitting next to the bed, nursing me. The window was bright. It meant that at least one night had passed.

I stared at Daisy expressionlessly. Daisy opens her mouth with an expressionless face as well.

“It's been two days since your father passed away. Yesterday, the Moon Blitz formed and marched into the Mahjong system. Commander General is the Demon Lord Citri. ”

“ ……. ”

I close my eyes and nod.

Deceiving the world was so easy.

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