From Mightiest Hero to Demon King (WN)

"Heh, this is pretty comfortable to sit on. Fluffy."

Sitting on a throne placed a few steps high, a nagging, honorable man.

Even though he is wearing a rugged costume and cape in front of thirty roads, the impression of being tarnished is faint. I'm glad to say that all the hegemony is nil, with a deep, neat face of carvings. However, the black eyelids that hide the left eye and the red stained right eye exude demonism.

It is the first emperor of the Ballanhardt Empire, Jurtus Ballanhardt.

A native of Slam Street in the small southern country of the Principality of Grizzatalia, he was an orphan and has risen so far by himself.

"Your Majesty, you look great. That's the Emperor! Feel that?

The red-armed Merdonnay makes a sweet voice.

"Really? Glad to hear it. Especially if Merdonnay praises you."

I don't know, and as she lit up by herself, a calm voice sounded.

"Your Majesty, I have brought you"

Lined up with soldiers pushing trolleys, a young man in a robe walks over with a long skinny body. Long hair was bright white with pigments falling out, cheeks peeled and felt somewhere sick and weak.

"Whoa? You're here. That's the Holy Martial Arts, Elzanad?

The trolley had a shining sword and full body armor on it in gold.

Yurtus innocently leaves the throne like a child and rushes over to Holy Martial Arts. I glanced at him with one eye and then grabbed the sword pattern unmade.

"Hmm? And... noodles"

I tried to lift it, but it doesn't even lift a few millimeters. I put my other hand on the sheath, on my mid back, and I didn't stretch, nor was I still scared.

"What is this, so heavy!?"

"Apparently, the 'Inhibit Handling' Special Effect is activated at the time you put it on your hands. It weighs as much as it looks if you put it on a trolley like this, but if you tried to lift it directly by hand, you couldn't even brag about the power of our soldiers"

The young man explains calmly.

"Yeah, does that mean I have to be recognized by Holy Martial Arts?

"Seems so"

"Sire, can I try Atashi, too?

When Yurtus nodded, Merdonnay held the Holy Sword. but I won't lift it no matter how much force I put into it.

"Sorry......"

"You don't have to worry about it. You have the Phoenix Armor and the Demon Tree Spear."

Yurtus stroked Merdonnay's head and voiced himself in the corner of the room.

"Pennelley, why don't you give it a try?

The half-oga woman warrior, who had been brought to the wall, shook her head silently to the side.

"Oh, my God, that's boring."

He glanced over his shoulder and once again looked at the holy weapon for a while before asking the young man in the robe.

"Roy, what do you think of this?

"... it looks like the contents are empty"

"Huh? Nobody wears it, so naturally?" and Merdonnay uttered a frightened voice.

"I'm not, Merdonne. The only thing that is denied in the divine faith, but if it is also to be holy martial arts... no, there is a Spirit in things, whatever they are. I'm saying it's not there."

"Heh? Oh, that's... Wow! You sound like an asshole, Atashi!

"Haha, I think I'm cute in your place like that, don't you?

gives a grin to the swinging Merdonnay, then asks Roy.

"What can I do?

"... right. Let's seal it once and for all. That way we can force the Spirit back, too."

"Hmm. And then we convince the Spirit who's back," he said. Looks like a hassle. Ma, if you can't use it this way, I guess that's how you make it unusable for anyone. Okay, please. "

"I understand. Then, when the interrogation (...) is over, I will be responsible and do not delay"

"Right. Then pull the holy weapon once and call the man who used it."

One man has been pulled apart for some time after the soldiers brought out the holy weapons.

"Hey, what is it? I'm a prince. You think you can be forgiven for treating me like this!

A man who loses tip from one arm's elbow and has a big scratch in one eye. The prince of the kingdom, Jeredo Midoterias.

"Hey, Prince. Don't be so mad at me. Your country lost, so what choice do you have?

"You, Emperor of the Empire... Ha!? Red Eyes!?"

Jeredo distracts himself from trying to escape his red eyes.

Yurtus, against whom he opposed, seemed to have fun, slowly approached him.

"You were brave, weren't you? But is it true? Then why didn't you fight us? Dressed in holy weapons."

Of course, when the empire attacked, the opinion flew over asking the prince to equip him with holy weapons to fight. But Jeredo has refused because of his ill health. Because of that, he said, 'Were you really a brave man?' Suspicions reignite.

Taking an unconscious look at the Demon Clan on the spot of revelation, he was turning from hero to subject to ridicule.

Not to be suspected of being a brave man, all thanks to the power of the holy weapon and has diverted the attention of suspicion, but on the contrary, it has been said that 'without the power of the holy weapon, he is just a man', 'the contents are less than ordinary', etc.

"I..."

I'm not really a brave man. But denying it here was unbearable.

Even a heartless word could have endured if it had the title of "brave man".

No one else, a hero who defeated the Demon King, had such false honor as his only base.

No, he probably feared he'd be exposed to more heartless ridicule if he revealed the truth.

(That's right. denied here, nothing to gain)

But if you affirm, don't you have something to lose? If they find out you're lying, they could kill you. But wouldn't I be blamed for lying to you until now?

Lost in stray, he makes his decision.

"I was a brave man (...)..."

"Was?

"Or I lost one eye and one arm and couldn't use my holy weapons..."

While I was working on it, Jeredo grinned. But...

"I see. That's what I'm saying, but what about the truth? King."

Yurtus threw the question ahead.

Soon King Edgar appeared between the thrones. While rounded more than before, the skin is crusty and has a noticeably old look of gray hair.

He's just staring at the prince so he doesn't look directly into Yurtus' red eyes.

"You guys seem wary of my eyes, but it doesn't make much sense, does it?

Yurtus lowers the general soldier and speaks openly.

"My favor" Gifts "is" Looking to the Past ". Even if you don't keep your eyes peeled, you can see just what the person has done in the past. It's not a threat to some people at all, it's not enough to take it."

But Jeredo trembled in fright, and Edgar was stunned.

"Well, prince. You lied. [M] A prince wears holy weapons and has never been on the battlefield. Oh, you're in trouble. Now is the time to officially interrogate. So when they gave me a false response, I couldn't laugh and forgive them anymore"

He shook his neck aloft and walked over to Edgar in a squeaky tone of play.

"Besides, the future is the word of a prince who should bind his country. I'm sorry it wasn't one of his problems, was it? I think this country is full of liars. [M] Oh, trouble. Then there will be no one left in this country to kill."

hands around Edgar's shoulder, trembling,

"So, what do you think? Why not show the King himself that liars punish him severely?

"What...?

"If you kill the prince yourself, the people will be saved."

I pulled out my dagger from under my cape and gently handed it to Edgar.

(The rest, kill...? The prince... the Jeredo...?

Edgar has always hated Jeredo. She is not like herself, a child born of the Queen working infidelity. Still, I never put my hands on it myself.

Even after Jeredo was attacked by the Demons, I thought about making him guilty of deceiving the brave, but if he calmed down, it could have been a matter of his own responsibility, so much so that he delayed his treatment at best. As a result, Jeredo lost one eye and one arm.

That's why I was going to drop my drink.

But the spark of resentment remained dull, and now it burned through my heart.

Edgar's eyes only showed a frighteningly stained prince, even though he could poke the blade in his hand at the emperor right on his side.

"No, don't... don't, Father..."

"Merdonnay, will you please make the prince grow up"

"Yes. ♪ I'll take care of it."

Merdonnay turns her red eyes to Jeredo. Unexpectedly, Jeredo becomes stiff and unable to move.

"Forgive me, Jeredo. I will redeem you for your sins. So the people will be saved."

Edgar sneered and stuck a dagger in Jeredo's chest.

Yurtus takes a satisfactory look at the situation and then crushes it with a voice that no one can hear.

"Good for you. Years of wishing came true."

But someone picked up this little twinkle.

It's Pennelei, which was brought to the wall in the corner of the room.

(Years of wishing...... Did that happen?

With the ability to 'look to the past' degree, is it something you can act so sure of?

Perhaps Yurtus had guided Jeredo to this end since he brought him here. The look of doing it tells the story.

Yurtus has not publicly revealed his favor The Gift, but has revealed it to some, as this time. Pennelley had also been told by him early.

But she always questioned this ability.

Just uncover the past. With all that ability, you can't be stuck from an orphan to the top of a nation overthrowing the kingdom.

It was also strange that he was easily flexible about Merdonnay, whose emotional ups and downs were intense.

It's not the power to manipulate the spirit. Because it's strange that I haven't put it on myself, which is so subhuman.

What they really want. That I absolutely don't like it.

Don't you have the art of knowing them for sure? In time, aren't you contacting me with your mouth that goes around a lot?

Because...

(Isn't his true favor "Gift" about "Reading the Mind"...?

He also said he would 'persuade' the Spirit of Holy Martial Arts.

The Spirit should not be able to communicate with anyone but the contractor. But if you are capable of reading the mind, speak unilaterally, and if you read the mind, the conversation is pseudo-established.

Guess turns to certainty.

(Shit...... Shit. If so, he's already...)

I know that from the Auga tribe, including myself, the Submen fled to the End of the Forest.

"- Huh!?"

While cleaning up Jeredo's body, Yurtus sat on the throne, looking slightly at Pennelei. When the eyes meet, he puts his index finger on his lips and warns him with a gesture of 'shi'.

(Just figured it out. Ma, she's always had doubts, and I guess it was just a matter of time)

There is no major problem where it is known. I just have trouble spreading it, so I'll stab the nail later.

But before that...

"Then King Edgar. Can you talk to me? Use Holy Martial Arts Elzanad to identify those who were active as brave men."

Edgar told the rap.

It would be disgusting to be informed of an abominable past, but more than that if I tried it on him, I was felt by someone who shared the gloomy emotions I had had had on my own.

I was seen through my heart and I didn't even know I was dancing on my palm.

"Gallius...... And [item master], you know..."

Yurtus tells him to bite off,

"That sounds like a pretty fun guy. I want my men."

If one has been scorned and continues to be used on account of his ugly appearance, there are many gaps to penetrate. Like Merdonnay, hated with red eyes and with darkness in her heart.

Yurtus was convinced that he could hold his strongest pawn in his hand, and he laughed naughty -.