Dungeon Defense (WN)

Barbato's palm is as cold as ice.

“Dantalian, you're being ignorant on purpose. ”

I turn my torso to the side and look at Barbatos. Is he not willing to let go of my body? Barbatos continues to hold his wrist and stares this way. The height difference made her look up at my face.

“Don't know Che. What?”

“You can just absorb the mountain waves for a while. Most of all, it's simple and clear. There's no need for Zephyr to bow. There's no need for your son to bow. If you erase all of Pymon's legacy on this occasion, everything will be fine. ”

The golden eyes of the lion twinkle with life.

“All these hillbillies are gathered here in the Imperial Palace? That's great. That's a great opportunity. I could clean it up in one fell swoop. ”

“... Are you out of your mind, Barbato. ”

I spilled the rest of my senseless laughter.

“All they want is a simple apology. You don't have to apologize yourself. If I just bow my head, everything ends up happy and safe. But Gekko, it's hard to keep one head down, so you want to start a war? ”

“We didn't do anything wrong. Zephyr didn't do anything wrong, you didn't do anything wrong, and I fucking didn't do anything wrong. Dantalian. I don't know why I should apologize to that son of a bitch. ”

Looks like Barbato meant it.

“That's politics. ”

“Politics is at least a means of establishing equal-looking people. I am the most powerful Demon King. ”

Barvatos grabs my wrist and gives me a hard time.

“We don't need politics anymore. ”

“ ……. ”

“There's only one reason I haven't trampled a mountain tribe. The pymon bitch was popular with the Horsemen. Women who smile as hard as prostitutes tend to attract people. But Pymon's dead now. ”

Barbato twists his mouth.

“And Citri proved how stupid she was. He slaughtered 100,000 demons and innocent people. They forgot that their faction's lifeline was the Horsemen, and they killed them on their own. Stupid bitch... ”

“Thanks to you, the mountain tribes are united. ”

“Weak things stick together, and I'm not afraid of the dog that passes by. ”

In fact, Barbato was hitting the exact spot.

Thanks to Citri's reign of terror, the mountain tribes united in this time of crisis. But the problem was public support.

Currently, the Mages mourn Pymon's death. The Mage Dukes who dared assassinate King Pymon were not cool when their limbs were torn apart. But for the massacre Citri committed, and for the massive crimes that wiped out civilians who had nothing to do with rulers like the Grand Duke…… it was naturally very negative.

Bloody Citri. That was the new nickname for Citri.

But no one blamed me aloud.

I wanted to blame him, but I couldn't blame him.

The most powerful men in the kingdom simply died. In the last ten days, 100,000 people were buried. In a situation like this, the brave horseman who would swear at Citri did not exist. They're all buried underground.

I mean, in other words.

“Citri is digging a grave with her own hands. ”

Not the Demons, but the Demon King. If he was the only one who could stand up to the Demon King, it was also possible to blame Citri under these circumstances.

“Killing 100,000 innocent minds has gone far enough. But now he's even purged his own faction, Belial. Dantalian, you idiot. We can't keep our heads down like this. This is our opportunity.This is our best chance...! ”

Barbato was right.

If we wanted to get rid of the mountain tribes, now would be our chance.

Pymon, the chief, was assassinated, and Citri, who had ascended to the new head, had lost her grip, while the plains boasted of their strongest stature. The plains were equipped with reasons and skills to bring down the mountain tribes.

Nevertheless, the reason I didn't point it out is....

“Don't feel bad for Pymon, Dantalian. ”

“ ……. ”

“Now that you've come and sacrificed yourself for the mountain tribe, it only makes you laugh. You feel sorry for Citri because she's crazy? All of a sudden you feel like this is all your fault? ”

Barbatos laughs.

“Don't be ridiculous. Cheap emotions like compassion and guilt are good for pigs. There's nothing worth fighting for other than increasing the number of soldiers in your soul. If you were going to be so gentle, don't kill Pymon in the first place. ”

Barbato grabs my hand and puts it on his chest.

“You should have killed me. You should have chosen that bitch Pymon instead of me. But, Dantalian idiot. You chose me. We have to carry our share of choices forever! ”

Barbato slapped me on the cheek. I didn't hit him hard. The strength is low enough for the head to turn slightly.

It was a gesture that seemed to hit the mind rather than the body.

“Don't be absurd. This is just politics, like you said. And the essence of politics is that the weak get eaten by the strong! There's no reason for Pymon to disappear! Why would we keep a useless weakling alive? ”

Then Barbato untied my wrist.

However, Barbato's gaze was constantly hanging over my body. It didn't let me off easy.

“I've made up my mind. I rebelled even when Zephyr reported it, but I was right at heart because you showed me a bad face." Ah, yes. I'm going to crush the maggots that are feeding on the Demon Prince. ”

“Reckless. Even if the mountain tribes are few, there is citri. ”

“Ha, even if your mouth is pierced, speak straight. Except for that Citri bitch. You think she can handle Veled and Jeffar and me all at once? It'd be a miracle if you lasted ten minutes. ”

I kept my mouth shut. It was true.

He paused and said.

“...... The other Demon Kings can't stand the sight of the Plains drinking. Look at Marvas right now. More common sense educators remain silent about the massacre than anyone else, because they believe the mountain tribes should not fall now. ”

“I'll pass along the information that Citri killed Belial. ”

Barbatos is in a hurry. It doesn't feel like talking to you as soon as you think about it. You must have sat alone in the garden and looked at the pond for a long time before I got here. That's how Barbato was planning.

“What old Marvas fears is not the collapse of the faction itself. It's out of control. If you're convinced that Citri bitch is running off to an uncontrollable level, the inspiring bitch will rule out a little bleeding. ”

That was also true.

If Citri had not only slaughtered civilians, but also killed the Demon King of the same faction without hesitation, Marvas would have also seriously sought to dissolve the mountain tribe.

“You don't have to kill all the Mountain Demon Kings. They can't do anything without their leader anyway. Once we get rid of Citri, we'll be crawling around on our own. I don't care if they all join the Neutral wave. ”

“ ……. ”

“And, Dantalian. One hundred thousand dead without sin. ”

Barbato says griefully.

“The Man in Charge of the Demon King. Citri is no longer entitled to call herself the Demon King after forgetting her responsibilities and being blinded by her vengeance. I'm not gonna kill Citri for the witches. ”

For Barbato, this must be the crucial reason.

I just couldn't catch the crucial curiosity, so I waited to die. From her perspective, Citri purged Belial with desperate hope. It is the idea that the plains replace the will of the Horsemen by eliminating the ancient treasures, the mountain tribes. This was an opportunity to achieve it…….

“Dantalian. I told you in Bruno. You don't have to be a baby anymore. He should bear the goodness of Manma on his back. If there's ever a moment when we have to be king -- that means right now. ”

“ ……. ”

“Kill the madman who wiped out 100,000 of his people. There's no room for personal feelings like guilt. ”

Barbato tapped me with his fist and lightly tapped my chest.

“I'll convince Marvas. You're a bartender. Convince him. It shouldn't be too hard for both of you to dance naked in the middle of the desert. All I have to do is convince inspiration, and it's all over. ”

And Barbato started walking past me. The dark path of the backyard is marked by a dark night cloud, and the white-haired Demon King slowly steps on it.

“If you still can't kill Citri...... come talk to me in person. I don't want to participate in the gig. I respect your feelings. But I'm gonna be very disappointed in you. A lot.”

The sound of his footsteps became more distant, and soon disappeared into the air.

I was left alone in the garden.

Barbatos has always forced me to do both, and this time he has. Pymon or me? Citri or me? Sharpen blurry and unclear conditions. However, it was me who embraced the responsibility of choice.

I have no complaints about that.

I didn't even want to blame Barbato.

I was the one who tried to have it all from the start. The Plains, the Mountains, the Neutral Waves, and the Unsubordinated Demon Kings all thought I could control and control them. You have to judge it as immature confidence. Naturally, factions and individuals who have been confronted for 1,000 years couldn't have robbed the world of old savings just because of me.

Even if it wasn't like this, I should have cut one of Barbato and Pymon one day.

I just thought it was going to happen at least ten years later.

Pymon and Barbato have determined that this is happening right now.

That's why Pymon has an ultra-strength summit called the Republican Council, and Barbatos has used the Grand Dukes to assassinate Pymon. I thought that I would hit him first if something came up. If I didn't hit him, I would be beaten. Both of them thought.

“ ……. ”

I guess I was the one who was confused.

I made a mistake somewhere.

Barbatos points out very correctly, whether he intended to or didn't intend to. I had to take responsibility forever. When Pymon's hot blood soaked my palms, I was already feeling it firmly…….

I turned my back. In that direction, there was a bedroom where Gamigine stayed.

From now on, I persuade Gamygin. Next it was cheap. It was impossible to stop. Barbato, me, Citri, I could never stop....