From Mightiest Hero to Demon King (WN)

The man who helped him in the tower named him Azam.

Running through the desert with Azam's guidance. In about half a day the view full of sand changed all over the rocks.

"Even the people of the desert can't live in the sand. We have to live without water even in the rocks."

Beyond the hilly rocky mountains, dwellings were dotted on the cove. Stone lowlife dwellings form villages.

There was a small pond in the heart of the land.

The time is before noon.

The Danios are close to the limit because hydration was the only water bottle in hand. He suppressed the urge to storm the pond and entered the chief's house with Azam's guidance.

Passed through a five-meter square seating area.

On the front, an old man with a deep wrinkle sat down. Desert people, said Muhamed, chief of the Kayla tribe.

"I got the situation. Let me thank you for saving Azam."

And when Muhammed saw, a cup of stone was carried before the Danios. Water is poured from the inside.

Danio grabs and controls the hand Noet stretches out to the cup with his eyes shining.

"What, the matter with Lord Azam has come to pass. You can't kill me as a person. More than that, though I didn't know, this one invaded your divine domain. I can't thank you enough for behaving like precious water."

"The intrusion into the tower... well, let's talk about it now. I want you to moisten your throat for one second."

"Ha ha. True, your throat is a hundred million words, but if you're rushed, you can't drink it. I don't know what's in it."

The air in the field freezes.

"Poisoned, you think?

"We won't be able to kill you exactly, but let's think about the extent to which we can disable the uninformed outsiders. I would if I were you."

Danio grinned as Muhammad stared.

Azam grates over there, Noet creases over here, and heavy silence flows.

Eventually, when Muhammed exhaled heavily and looked again, Danio's cup was cleared. Immediately a wooden barrel filled with water was carried and placed halfway between the two sides.

Muhammed holds a single cup and drinks the water from the wooden barrel.

I stuck my cup out to Danio silently.

"Let's have it."

Danio received a glass without a doubt, shrugging plenty of water and pouring it down his throat at once.

"Pu Ha! Wow, I'll be back."

Continue to spin and drink Noet, Manos and water.

After watching how it was, Muhammed loosened his expression.

"We received the grace of the earth in one cup. Then let's admit it as a guest. Keep the villagers thoroughly informed. Of course, if you don't put up with my disrespect, I don't mind having you slashed and thrown away with that great sword"

"Did I tell you?" I would if I were you, "he said. Disabled with paralysis pills or something, then interrogate him, laugh and deceive him if he can make sure he's safe. Those who keep the lives of the villagers deserve to be wary of suspicious outsiders like the eagles."

"... I just don't laugh and deceive. I was ready to offer you this neck."

"Well, you're quite a man, my lord."

And Muhammed looked at Danio, who laughed so violently, and bowed his head.

"Let's apologize for being rude once again. In the meantime, I would like to apologize for your overlapping disrespect."

"Mm?"

Muhammed put his hands on it and rubbed his forehead against the floor.

"Could you save this village... my clan Kayla?"

Until night that day, Danio and the others received a great deal of hospitality as they heard a detailed explanation.

It seems like a poor village even when it comes to grandeur, and what has emerged is thin liquor and crude food.

Still, desperation came through.

I had a bedroom ready, and when Manos and Noet got to bed.

Danio came alone, to the side of the pond in the centre of the village.

Via Puwi, Galius will be given the status quo report and consultation.

"I see. Conflict between tribes?"

The desert people have several tribes each forming a village. They were non-interferent with each other, but things have changed in recent years.

Some tribes had risen, and there was an impending need to absorb others.

"Originally the people of the desert have been scorned (...). I hear of descendants driven by a human race but harsh environment '

That remains the same now.

They preferred not to live in the desert, but were persecuted and had no choice but to live in a 'land where no one else lived'.

"Is it similar to a subhuman?"

"If you hide your identity, you'll just melt it down."

Most of all, the vigilance of the countries adjacent to the desert seems to be comparable to that of the subpeople. It was even difficult to get up to the general public unless you also had a more user-friendly favor, Gifts.

'Let's get back to it. In the midst of a breakdown in inter-tribal equilibrium, suddenly "the path to Acadia has been paved"?

Until now, only those with a special grace, the Gift, have been able to approach the Divine Area.

But for a few months now, once a month, the wind walls that guard the tower only for an hour on the night of the crescent moon disappeared.

So the chiefs of each tribe discussed it and made an arrangement to follow the tribe that reached the top floor of the tower the earliest.

"It's more peaceful than playing the battle" How Much "but it doesn't make a difference that an arms-proud gathering tribe is an advantage"

'Not really. The dungeon is not sweet enough to push through just the force. Probably suggested a weak tribe... the Kayla you came into contact with. As far as I can tell, the tribe chief seems to be an old man who "did" strong.

"Uhm. I don't think he's a bad person..."

'That's why I can't be alarmed. They hate subhumans, too, because they are human beings.'

"Can't those who are unreasonably abused get along with each other?

'Unfortunately, it's not that simple. "The idea that we have less than ourselves supports their support. You'd better lay low for a while that Limullesta's involved.'

Of course, we want to get along eventually. If we attack the tower and allow the transfer to the desert zone to be free, we can base their villages. We want to have a good relationship, Gallius continued.

"There is no change in basic policy. Help the Kayla clan and attack the tower. If the Kayla succeed in taking control of the desert people as a result, they will enter into negotiations as a nation '

"It works... is it something that works?

It did not seem to Danio that the other tribes would follow as promised, as the weaker tribes reached the top floor of the tower at the fastest pace.

With such concern, Gallius says farewell.

"All you have to do is shut them up by force."

Daring invincibility at the stronghold, if you think it's prudent. Danio rolled his tongue once again.

'... by the way, I want to confirm one thing. It's the exact time when the wind walls have periodically disappeared.'

I haven't heard it clearly, and if Danio answers the approximate period by prejudging the first as possibly overlooked by the desert people.

'After all, I just attacked the Temple of Ilua. What does that have to do with anything?

"Wasn't your lord attacking temples within the kingdom during his valiant years?

"No," this is the first time Ilua has attacked. Ibidilia has been an offensive so far. "

"Hmm. So you think there's some effect on the other ruins?

'It's possible. Two things are unknown, and I left them to Penneleys, "Glia, I hope... I want the most troublesome information soon."

The Temple of the "Speria", supposedly in the heart of the Rubialese Church.

"That woman, she hasn't arrived yet? He's still my pace guy. Didn't I get the wrong candidate?

'It's a weird story for me to defend, but I think the job is exactly the type to do it. I'm not going to wait for temperament. It's time to stick around.'

"I like that. Let's do our job right here."

"Oh, please."

Finishing the story, Danio embarked on another attack on the Temple of Acadia from the next day.

And Gallius contacted Kella...