From Mightiest Hero to Demon King (WN)

In order to crush the concept of a united state of the Rubiares, Gallius contemplated an operation to disrupt the footsteps of human society.

I intend to pull a group of urban states here and frustrate the nose of the Patriarchate.

As part of that, Gallius was making us look for trends in the Virgin Tiaris.

In his home living room in the capital, Gallius stares at the magic fixture on the low table.

On a rectangular pedestal, there was a clear sphere floating. Band-shaped magic formations are slowly spinning around it.

It is a magic device that mimics the control device deep inside the temple so small that it can be placed in the palm of your hand.

But there's only one function.

The sphere emits light. The banded magic formation reinforced the rotation. After shining loudly, the pong, along with the distracted sound,

"Piui."

A round slime popped up that further reduced the small slime.

"Psst!", "Psst!", "Psst!"

Then the second, third, and even more pop up and a total of eight little slimes jump and dance on the table.

The slimes, who seemed to jump a little fun, eventually pulled themselves together...

"Piu ~"

One small slime - turned into the original size puree.

"... If even you can't transfer without splitting, should you still increase the size of the magic fixture?

But all the materials you need to make it are scarce and critical in this size.

There were circumstances that I didn't want to do more than my current size when I thought about carrying it because it was small but it weighed quite a bit.

Now there's only one use to smoothly gather information on the Secret Service Slimes.

Even those who specialize in it will be enough.

"Okay, please."

As Gallius said, Puwi jumped to the floor and opened his eyes wide open. Light emits from its eyes, and video floats up on the wall.

The information obtained by the slimes of the Temple of Ilua is also recorded in video and audio.

And in this way, through Pwy, we can see again what they've been looking at.

"Well, let me show you who the Virgin is and who they are"

Gallius sat deeply on the couch and stared at the wall -.

Tourus, a city in the southern part of the kingdom where empires garrison.

Outside the city, surrounded by walls, were dotted several refugee camps.

Those who were burned out of their homeland in the invasion of the Empire, and those who drifted in the chaos in the country after the recapture of the King's Capital, form five groups of fifty to two hundred.

There was no support from the Imperial Garrison Corps and the city was not allowed to enter except to engage in simple daily labor.

Everyday life is in distress, I have no other intention or strength to go, and I am forced to live a harsh life eating grass.

One of the refugee camps was visited by an incorrectly placed boxcarriage.

Protected by about thirty inflexible soldiers, he brings in many carriages and workmanlike looks.

The refugees, unaware of the circumstances, were shaking with anxiety, fear and confusion.

It was just obvious who they were from the crest engraved on boxcarriages and armor - those with distorted crosses engraved in the center of multiple light wheels.

The man who divides this camp orders me, and the old priest represents me to approach a group of carriages.

When the boxcarriage stopped, ten soldiers lined up to the left and right, while the others armed themselves to intimidate the refugees.

"Of the Rubian nation, is it...?

The old priest asks the soldier, who was terribly close.

But the soldier didn't even glance over, and instead the box carriage door opened.

Both the old priest and the refugees who were watching faraway took their breath away.

What showed up was a beautiful girl dressed in silver armor.

Long golden hair plays sunlight, enough to forget to even blink at a light smile.

"My name is Tiaris Giuselli. Who is the representative?

The old priest was wary of the name.

The refugees isolated from the city have not been told the story of the arrival of a mission from the Patriarchate. I had no idea why the Virgin had visited the refugee camp.

The old priest turned a blind eye to the hardening of the refugees, but the man who divided the scene just looked at them and seemed to be willing to take over the response.

"Whoa, I'm here on behalf of..."

When the old priest introduced himself, Tiaris smiled.

"Today, we have brought you grace from God the Father"

Tiaris' voice took away the cloth placed on the carriage. There are piles of drinking water, food, household goods and blankets.

The cheer boils. The refugees arrived in the wagon with us.

Dogon, and.

The earth sways with loud acoustics.

An old giant swordsman pulled out a sword on his back and struck the earth. A strange pitch-black sword with a flattened tip puts a big hole in the hard ground.

The refugees stopped on the spot and some lost their hips.

Tiaris does not break his smile and plays a cool voice.

"These supplies were paid to you by General Mustaim for hearing the word of God. Don't worry, there's just enough to get to you."

The old priest, who had been distracted, rushed over and knelt.

"And I beg your pardon. They were all exhausted by their daily painful lives, and they were shown their favors in front of them and rose."

"Yeah, I understand. So put your face up. Because we are all equal before God."

"Oh... what a waste of words..."

"You have all had a very hard experience. But it's nothing more than a test God has given you. Well done. I kept my faith, and I could stand it. That's why God brought us here."

Tiaris takes the hand of an old priest with tears in his eyes, and throws a grin at him. But...

"There's just something we need to do before we hand out supplies to you"

With the same soft grin, the old priest ran chills on his back.

"What do you have to do...?

When asked in a trembling voice, a word was returned to me until I was cold.

"It's penance."

"Confession, repentance...?

"Yes, I hear that most of you who live here lived in a village called Merrill"

"Indeed, it is...... But they lived peacefully in a small village. I don't think I did, such as act against God..."

"Is the priest from the village?

"Yes, no. I was in the church in the town next to Merrill Village. There was no church in the village, so I visited from time to time. The inhabitants of the town were almost killed by imperial soldiers, and I leaned over here with an exchange."

"I see. You've welcomed people from towns with no place to go, including priests"

"Yes, so kind..."

The old priest's eyes swim.

Indeed, it was initially they who welcomed us warmly, but in the life of hard days, there were many attempts to clear up the depression with those who came from outside the village.

I just confessed the status quo, and I'm in danger of being persecuted more than ever since I received the supplies, so there's no way I can talk about it.

However, what Tiaris mentioned was not a grasp of the status quo.

"Oh, my God. You are kind to the heart, but the devil (...) has put you in it."

"... what?

Tiaris took his hand off the old priest, who was taken aback.

I looked around at the refugees and put my strength on the words...

"You used to make people live in villages who inherited the blood of demons."

That voice, coming in through my ear, burst around in my brain, except for some of the refugees (...).

Because the old priest falls under that 'part', he twists his neck without knowing why. But when he saw those whose faces were blue, he swallowed up the matter, which was not mere.

"I received such a confession in the city of Thurus. When I heard more about it, I decided it was a fact that was not false."

Tiaris turns around and shakes her eyes in pity.

"I am saddened by our lack of strength. Even if they tease us, we will live together knowing who inherits the blood of the devil..."

"Chi, no! Misunderstood!"

A voice flew out of the refugees. It's a middle-aged man who's partitioning this camp.

"That bastard came to the village with a child. Naturally, we didn't accept it. But we built a cabin out of the village and lived there on our own! He's already dead. The kid was gone at some point too!

To the desperate cry, Tiaris tells him emotionally.

"Why didn't you kill him first?

"... huh?

"According to the confessor, you used the demon tribe as a labor force?

"Oh, that's..."

"'The child was also gone'...... I mean, you let it go wild, didn't you?

"Ugh... Ah..."

"It seems lamentable that there exists a custom in this land of treating demons as slaves. But let's just be short-circuited. Even if we behave obediently, as long as the demon's blood is running, it's only false."

If it does not perish, it will always be a source of disaster.

Therefore, as soon as we find them, the demons must not be banished.

Everyone who was on the spot was enchanted by Tiaris, the only one who preached the doctrine of divine faith "..."

"Now we begin our penance. And now I am the proxy of God the Father. Be aware of that and confess without falsehood."

The laughter was completely gone.

There is no shame in her beauty in declaring to represent the Absolute, and no slight cloudiness in her eyes.

"Who let you get away with it? Kneel before me, as do those who keep their mouths shut, knowing what is going on."

An interrogation in the name of penance has begun...