Even Posing as a Hero is Easy–Why? Cause I’m a God–

One day.

I had business with the dragon, so I went to Mount Green.

I met the Marquis on the way home.

The Marquis, dressed in tailored clothes as usual, flips his cape and walks.

A laugh echoed in a cave wider than the gym.

"Huh. What do you look so serious about, Kaika? Don't all you have to do is defeat the Demon King!

"Marquis? That always sounds like fun."

"Huh. Every day is plentiful. An ideal hell is emerging. Everything that lives and lives will die, and you will suffer in a world where you will not die! It's all in my hands!

A marquis who looks evil and laughs at you.

- I have no care because the result is an ideal place for everyone to want to move.

"Well, the Marquis is in a world unrelated to seriousness-- oh, speaking of which,"

"Hmm? What's up?

Second, I remembered the Marquis looking seriously at the paperwork that Lapisia had brought home.

"I was spreading the paper plane I took home from Demon King's Castle and roaring, but what's that?

"Mmm... that's, uh, what"

The Marquis glanced at him like he was in trouble.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to. Was it that important?

"What, the paperwork itself is not a big deal. It was a list of things my life has ever dirty my hands directly. Both men and demon kings."

"Hmm. You can take it for granted that vampires prey on others to live. I can tell you that killing people and the Demon King's army for no reason is just marquis... is that like trouble?

"... because there was a nostalgic name on the end of the list. I just remembered the old days."

"Hmm. Long time ago, Marquis."

"I'm talking about when I still named myself King of Hell. He's a young man."

"A vampire who doesn't get old often says... can I ask you something if you don't mind?

"It's not a big deal...... that fright brought it back, so maybe there's a reason to talk. - Fine, let's have a drink over there."

The Marquis raised his hand and rang his fingers with a pussy.

Wherever you were, soon a goblin in the butler's clothes appears.

"May I call you, Marquis?"

"Mulato, prepare the booze."

"Yes, sir."

Liquor and a brief knob were provided at the table at the edge of the cave.

Fruit liquor, distilled liquor, raw ham on cheese.

Pick a bite of raw ham and pour in the fruit liquor.

"I knew the Marquis place was rich in flavor."

"Because the addition and subtraction of fermentation and the sorting of micro-organisms is life for both cheese and raw ham, fu ha ha"

A marquis laughing high while raising a glass of fruit liquor.

My hand stops.

"Micro-organisms… do you know the presence of bacteria and viruses"

"Sort of. It has something to do with that list, too."

"Hmm?"

The Marquis took a sip of loosening the glass.

"Well, it was over a hundred years ago. At the time, as Hell King, I was raging around."

He spoke pale.

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Within the realm of the Kingdom of Daphnes more than a hundred years ago.

The Marquis, who looked no different from now, had taken his men and swung death everywhere.

Towns, villages, and sometimes even demon king armies attacked.

"Huh. I am the king of death! He's the king who dyes everything in this world!

High laughter is the same.

However, for some reason I was feeling inadequate in the days that passed.

One day.

A young woman was brought to the Marquis resting in the mansion room.

"Lord Hell. He said he really wanted to wish for this woman before she died."

A woman's ring was glowing that did not look good in the hands of the pig beast man's men.

The Marquis, who was sitting in a chair drinking, frowned in a grumpy manner.

"Acquired, you. So hardware is more important than mine, huh?

"Meh, I don't think so, Hell King! Kill this woman immediately."

"My life keeps your attitude in question! Hmm, I don't need an unreliable subordinate or anything. Die."

The Marquis turns his palm toward the Pork Beast Man.

"Oh, forgive me!

But a human woman stands in front of the beast man who sat out of her hips.

A woman wearing a long piece. Blonde hair reaching up to her waist. I was skinny and didn't look energetic.

"I'm sorry to offend you, Hell King"

"Are you gonna cover this guy? If you want to die so badly, die from you."

"Yes, thank you. That was my wish."

The woman smiles and closes her eyes.

The crease between the Marquis's brows deepens.

"What do you mean?

"Actually, it is my wish that the King of Hell should kill me. Because I've heard that the Hell King will have the best death for all things."

"Hmm. Don't you understand? You're right! My whole life is the incarnation of death! Ha-ha-ha. But why would you want to die from yourself?

In the inquiry of the Marquis, the woman laid her eyes down sadly.

"I've got an incurable disease. It's a disease that doesn't work any magic or medicine. Besides, it fades day by day, but you can't die on your own...... the burden on your family increases and your house just gets poorer. I thought I shouldn't live like this, and I wanted to travel with the help of the King of Hell, who would die the best."

The Marquis turned his hand to the woman when he laughed with his nose.

"I see. Okay. Let me taste my life's best death... no"

The Marquis stops moving and suddenly puts his hand on his chin and thinks.

The woman leaned her neck strangely.

"Lord of Hell?

The Marquis thinks more and more.

"Why? I'm not convinced..."

"No... if you keep killing me with the help of the Hell King... not much, but there's also a gratuity"

That's how a woman takes jeweled earrings out of her pocket.

But the Marquis stood up as he defeated Iss.

"Right! You have already been corroded by the shadow of death: sickness!

"Yes, is it?

"Why should a noble son imitate someone else's leftovers so shallow!

"What!?

The Marquis walks around the room with a brutal grin.

"Kuku...... eh. Is that what you mean...... Every day, you weren't satisfied with waving death because you had problems on the side of getting killed.... Killing a woman who wants to die is less accomplished. Yes, it is only by cutting off the lives of those who are healthy and full of happiness that we deserve our incarnate life of death!

The woman is bewildered by grate. My blonde hair rocked.

"Um... uh, the Hell King?

The Marquis looks at the woman with her eyes gleaming.

"Well done. You've made me realize, woman. I feel very good. Now I'll give you one thing you want."

"Er, I just want the Hell King to kill me..."

The Marquis pointed at the woman and said.

"Come on! I will give you the worst and worst death! To do that, cure the disease first! And then the illness heals, you go home, you make a lover and you're the best of happiness - kill him at the place!

"Oh, thank God... my disease won't heal... I'm sure"

"Ha ha. It's not impossible what I've decided to do! Watch this!

The Marquis continued his best high laugh out of his chest.

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Mount Green cave.

I ask the Marquis while I drink.

"You have the same personality. - So you cured the illness and killed him?"

"... it didn't go so well, this is it."

"Really?

When the Marquis looked bitterly, he ate cheese and raw ham together.

And drink like a stir.

"I've done a lot of research. To find out the nature of her illness, she also investigated a number of other illnesses. In the process, we found that a very small, invisible organism was entering the body and causing symptoms of the disease. We also looked at how herbs and potions work."

"You know exactly what I mean."

"What. I just cultured the bacteria alone over cold weather and tried the effects of the medicine"

- What is this Marquis? What the hell is wrong with establishing basic modern bacteriology techniques?

But I tilted my neck.

"And yet, you couldn't? I can't believe it's not magic or curse, nor drugs or potions work."

"Oh, the illness was caused by her body itself."

The Marquis started talking to Pompous again.