From Mightiest Hero to Demon King (WN)

Edgar, king of the diaspora, and Pennelei, half-oga.

It was Gallius who was trying to grasp their location and make contact in turn, but the two came together from the other side without even trying.

The Empire sent Edgar as a messenger to a group of city states to put Pennelay on their escorts.

Westel, a port city along the Great River at the westernmost end of the group of urban states.

It is also close to the bridge previously attacked by Gallius and serves as the gateway to the group of urban states. Since they were smaller than other urban states and the centre of the deal was land, there was only industry to the extent of fishing in the Great River.

Edgars The mission is to visit Westel and stay in the city for a while until full negotiations begin in the central city of Gram.

Gallius obtained information that they were coming here and had been lurking in the city since yesterday.

After noon, a mission arrived in the city. A royal box-carriage continues strictly along the street of sight.

The escort consists of about a hundred ridden soldiers. The royal carriage was followed by another boxcarriage, with three carriages in the rear.

As attention was drawn to the brilliant boxcarriage, all the spectators were, uniformly, frowning. He didn't even try to hide his disgust, he had a grudge. The one who pierced his gaze is Pennelei, the half-oga.

Walking in her big crotch by the boxcarriage, she bears a huge gold bar on its back, while wearing more exposed light armor.

I was walking straight ahead without moving into the resentful gaze poured from all sides.

A few hundred metres from the Capitol in the heart of the city, the mansion is where the mission stays.

Among the many wild horses packed, Gallius was also disputed.

The mission is coming.

As the royal boxcarriage was sidelined at the front entrance, the soldiers of the escort consolidated their surroundings.

The carriage door opens and a plump man appears wrapped around a luxurious coat. King Edgar.

"You're still fat."

He sold the country to you.

"Being a shameless king"

"The worst fool ever."

The spectators are cold. Almost all the inhabitants of the group of urban states are people of the former kingdom. There are only spicy words out there for kings who have ceded their homeland to the Empire.

Gallius just glanced at him with no emotion and immediately turned his gaze to another.

It's Pennelei waiting in the back.

She is having some conversation with someone who came out of another boxcarriage.

The person can only tell the lower half of his face because he is wearing a hood deep in his eyes. Apparently a man. He looked at the spectators and set them straight, and then turned to Gallius. I still can't identify the person.

(Is he a sub too? From what I've seen, it's about him talking decently to Pennelley...)

Gallius is willing to sneak into their place of stay.

Time is night. I'll just make it a reconnaissance today, and in fact, late tomorrow night will be a reasonable place.

I'm going to talk to Pennelley first and figure out what's going on with her. In time, I'll see Edgar if it's possible. I also had to ask his sincerity.

I'd like to talk to you if there are other sub-people.

With that in mind, Pennelley turned this way.

Eyes on each other.

Feeling unnatural to turn away immediately, Gallius blurred and stared back at her face.

Pennelley looked as harsh as a stare, but the man in the hood spoke to him and took his gaze off.

Eventually the soldiers of the escort entered the mansion, and Gallius also left the scene dispersed by the dissolving spectators.

That night, I confined myself to checking the movements of the patrolling escorts.

And the next day...

The city is in a quiet time.

Gallius jumped over the fence and stepped down into the wide garden. I don't use eccentric incense. It was lost in the darkness and headed towards a three-story building that was visible to the front without any footsteps.

Keep your posture low and proceed discreetly.

Pennelay the Subman should be sleeping in a yard side cabin on the side, not in the mansion. I was just about to turn my foot over there.

Za, za, za, and.

The sound of treading on the ground approached. Straight away, without hesitation, she "..." walks over to Gallius.

……

……

They both stop and stare at each other silently.

It was Gallius who opened his mouth first.

"You're Pennelley. I'm..."

"Former Brave Gallius"

……

"And now, bind the Demon Clan." The Demon King?

Gallius did not answer and reached for his hips. It is woven that the identity is known. but I felt uncomfortable.

I call the subpeople 'demons', the way they say it.

And for judging this one as' Gallius' with one eye.

(Were you waiting? If you know who you are, it's natural to expect me to come...)

Last night, she was stuck in a building and didn't make it to the garden. Even so, I care that they were putting it up in the garden tonight.

"I want to talk to you. Why are you following the Empire?

There was hardly any preliminary motion, and Pennelei came under attack.

"Here's the question. You obey the devil clan, what are you up to!

The more doubtful you are willing to hear the answer, the more intense a blow is swung down by Gallius.

The effect of a quick boot makes me feel shiny. There was a big hole in the ground. Gallius pulls out his hip-dagger - Silfed Dagger - while avoiding splashed dirt lumps with light foot judgment.

"What did you blow on the Demons? How to get in, where and what are you doing!?"

I can't afford to answer the query as I wield the gold bars.

I was invited to settle down in the woods.

After a painful and painful journey, I reached the town at the entrance.

Ever since I set up in the town of Boulder, what I do is mainly farm, hunt, and make the stuff they need. There are also irregular jobs like Operation Slave Liberation and this one, but all that is rooted in life and enriches it.

I am not dissatisfied. Instead, he was enriched by days of serenity and happiness.

"You were using holy weapons, right? How did you make a pact with the spirits who lived there? What made you decide!?"

……

Suddenly the question switches, and Gallius is surprised. It wasn't the wind I was hoping for an answer this time as well, and the hand of the attack wouldn't rest on me.

(Apparently you haven't been able to sign with Elzanard yet)

That's probably why I'm asking.

I am not obliged to answer. I don't know that either, so I can't answer. Because that's just the story that Edgar gave me the holy weapon and when I equipped it, I could use it.

It wasn't until I paid for the brave man that I found out that there was a self-proclaimed spiritual charlatan that fluttered with me.

"I'd like to talk to you calmly, if I may. Is that also why you can't?

"I told you I'd ask you a question. How did you become the Demon King?"

(I don't know anything about that. I'm a citizen of Limullesta)

Full of heavy attacks. In the meantime, one inexplicable question after another flies.

(Buying time...?

Gallius widens his alert range while avoiding the gold bars at critical intervals.

And I found a shadow in front of the mansion.

It's the only guy in the hood I was talking to Pennelley about yesterday. It was the wind holding the lamp and watching this one.

This is all the fuss.

No wonder they found it.

But he didn't go to get anyone, and there was still no sign that the soldiers were coming to kill him.

"Are you being watched? But there's a distance from here. If we pretend to fight, and we talk in a whisper, they won't notice, will they?

Yes, I tried to whisper it.

"Terrible!"

Pennelley wore a stick over the big upper section. Gallius flickered with a mighty blow and fluttered down on the golden bars slammed to the ground.

I scolded my dagger to the side.

Wind blades pop out and Pennelay leans his neck to avoid it. but his eyes opened in amazement.

Naturally.

I wasn't willing to hit her more than I was without avoiding it.

The wind blade flies across the night sky...

- Guru re-orbited and attacked the man in the hood.

Gallius doesn't know who he is.

But I had certain expectations.

Maybe that man...

Kin, and a cool sound sounded.

Something suddenly appeared in front of him, bouncing the wind blade. This one also wears a hood deep in his eyes and wraps a loose robe around him. In its hands, a long, pitch-black spear.

Definitely.

The red armor is hidden, but it is Merdonnay, the female knight near the emperor's side.

If so, the identity of the man is still...

"No way the emperor came out himself (...)"

Shortly after the crush, a man turned his hood. Face without hegemony. There were no eye bands closed in his left eye, and his open right eye glowed red.

Man's lips move.

I didn't hear a voice, but a woman with a black spear took the robe away.

Red hair and red armor. Red eyes captured Gallius and approached him with tremendous speed.

"Come on!"

Gallius lay his eyes down late. Fortunately, the body moves. Relied on the signs to avoid the attack by the golden bars and jumped up big.

(Woman's red eye has a long range of twenty meters)

Given the effect of completely sealing the opponent's movements, it would seem shorter, but now I couldn't afford to be sure.

Call the wind.

It produced a giant tornado centered around itself. The remains of the ground dug by Pennelei become earthen smoke to hide the figure of Gallius.

That's how Gallius escaped the mansion with the tornado...

"I got away!? I didn't do anything to you!

Pong and his hand were placed on Merdonnay's shoulder, who regretted treading on the group Tai. Emperor Yurtus.

"You don't have to worry about it. I just wanted to talk to him (...)"

"Don't you have to chase me?

"Yeah. I got the information I wanted from him."

After gently stroking Merdonnay's head, Yurtus walks over to Pennelei.

"You did a great job. Thanks to you, I've heard many interesting stories. It was worth it for me to dress like this on purpose."

"... as usual"

This was not the first time Yurtus had acted with Edgar by concealing his face.

When he went to persuade the local nobles, he was always there.

Read the minds of the negotiators nearby and give Edgar appropriate advice. That is how we have carried the negotiations in our favour.

This time he was just trying to do the same thing in negotiations with key figures in the group of urban states.

It was by chance that I found Gallius.

I read his mind, which was distracted by the spectator, and waited to break in.

His purpose was, of course, but he hoped that he would be able to hear the terms of his contract with Sacred Martial Arts. Unfortunately, that didn't happen, but instead...

"Limullesta... Paradise for the Demons? Heh, heh, ha-ha!

Funny. That's hilarious.

The devils and the abominable live secluded and discreet in the endless woods where they are chased home and the demons travel.

We live happily in a land that is poor but unrelated to strife.

I was bored. I am discouraged.

The kingdom in which the decline was beginning was much less hectic than expected, and ravaging was of no interest.

Groups of emerging and enviable urban states are also shunned by fright and anxiety as to whether the demons are devouring a cup. This was ravaging and not worth it.

(What I want to see is the happy ones fall into despair, at that moment)

It is the process by which the heart sinks into darkness, along with the crying voice, that is interesting.

The next goal was set.

It would also be a good idea to lay down a system of cooperation by giving information to groups of urban states.

Far away, to the endless woods.

Those who live happily there.

(Thoroughly, let's crush him!

A laugh rushes through the night sky.

But Yurtus didn't know. That the plot had come to his (...) knowledge...

Gallius was on a flying dragon and on his way back to Limullesta.

The operation ended in failure, but I switch my head and think.

It would be no coincidence that Emperor Yurtus Barranhardt was there.

But I doubt you intended to discern me from the beginning.

I feel used to removing my eyelids, wearing a hood deep in my eyes, and dressing up as a squire to act. It is particularly decisive that Edgar had no suspicions about his behavior. If it is an anomaly for the emperor to accompany him, that little man should not be calm in heart.

(If so, he would have accompanied the local nobles in that outfit as well)

For what purpose?

A tip to get to the answer lies in Pennelley's words and deeds.

A number of questions that do not ask for answers. There was no context in the inquiry, so I was giving it while I was thinking.

(By asking me a question, is that an order given to her?

Today, that time. I guess they anticipated the raid beforehand. Waiting for everything to be ready, and thinking from where it didn't follow, perhaps the aim was achieved.

(red eyes......)

Among a few favors, Gifts is something special that works with your eyes.

The variety also varies.

From the powerful that seals the opponent's movements, like Merdonnay, to the convenient that identifies the truthfulness of things, to the precise weight that can be weighed just by looking at them, to the limited convenience but not enough to take them.

Gallius shrugged back his knowledge and applied each and every type of red eye he remembered.

In that way, one ability fits perfectly.

(Read your mind...... that's very likely)

Why Pennelley also refused to have a whispering conversation after asking all the questions she didn't expect answers while she was in between.

Why we were expected to break in tonight.

Why the Emperor is accompanying Edgar himself.

Any ability to do so would explain it.

(It's more dangerous to make a decision and move than to be certain...)

On the contrary, assuming that, it was necessary to eliminate the dangers that could be expected.

(If the mind had been read, the existence of Limullesta should have been known)

In his (one-sided) conversation with Pennelei, Gallius imagined the capital and town of Limullesta. I also painted some place on my head.

I don't know at what level I would read my mind, but at worst it would be 'everything I can remember, including anything but what I thought'.

I don't think they'll attack me right away.

But we should always move assuming the worst because there could be danger to our people.

If, hypothetically, the Empire has attacked.

Gallius put his resolve on his voice and flew to the night sky.

- Whatever it takes, they get rid of it!