Isekai Shoukan wa Nidome Desu

"What!? Defeated... did...?

"Yes......"

"Winter True... what happened to Winter True!

"Perhaps the Demons caught me..."

"Eh... that's enough, back off"

"Ha!"

The king of Distinia haunted his head with this worst report.

I didn't expect to lose.

The threat of the Winter Truths, even he fully understood.

Of course the demons have a lot of fighting power.

But it is also true that if the demons were not joining the beasts, they thought they could easily be eradicated.

The king accidentally beat the throne to the sweetness of his thoughts.

"Father..."

Margaret, a princess, wept when she saw such a father.

Still wipes tears and sees the king with a strong eye.

"Father, there is no way that Winter Truth loses so easily. I'm sure you had some idea. For example, he deliberately caught me and said he would fight back from the inside - -"

"There might be a line."

"... Huh! Room!"

Soon, a boy in a black robe stood on the throne.

It is the last one, the room, of a group of black robes gathered by Winter Truth.

"You... where were you?

"What are you talking about? I've been here forever. In this room (...). Besides, it might be better not to move until Fuyuki moves again. I'm sorry to bother you."

"Ugh, um..."

I know what I'm here for. That a person named Shinto Fuyuki is a substandard monster.

What their heads don't understand is how easy it is to do.

But they don't know yet.

That more substandard beings appeared than true that winter than Setsu, the natural enemy.

And that there is now an impending crisis for them - - -.

"Huh! Get down!

!?

The room jumps off the throne, holds the king and lays him down on the ground.

Margaret also reacted slightly and crouched on the spot.

Shortly afterwards, a resounding roar.

A large door between the kings is dancing in the room.

There was some kind of explosion, smoke at the entrance to the room.

From there, two young men and women slowly show up.

"Wow... the human king, and the princess"

The man with a distorted grin said in a rambling tone.

Both, I can tell from the blue-white skin that the Demons are.

The man had bossy blonde hair, black eyes on red eyeballs, and the woman wore gray, qualitative tweezers, tying her hair in one behind her.

They had such a presence that they created an unusual atmosphere and didn't blink.

"What happened to the soldiers on the guard?

"You're asleep by now... I don't know if you're gonna wake up."

"Become..."

……

Lowering the surprising king back, the room stepped forward.

The princess also realizes haha and begins to work out the magic that lies within herself.

"Gentlemen, does the Demon Clan mean you're here to pick up the king's neck?

"You don't want to go around."

"Nevertheless... Neither one of you... even though you sent most of your warfare to the Demonic Continent, you're brave enough to have quite a few soldiers left."

"Ha ha... no matter how many bunches of miscellaneous fish you have, you can't beat me. Don't listen to me, you miserable fish."

"Huh!... you really don't know what to do!

Blow magic out of the room.

Intense magic filled the room.

But you two don't make it microscopic.

"My name is Rooms... and I'm going to finish off some fish like you."

To deduce from that magic power, his strength is SSS.

Its magic power is more than that kagelow.

"... whoa, they named us... shall we name them too?"

"Is it necessary, it is"

"Don't tell me I can't take you, Nori."

"Hmm, that makes sense"

They stepped forward, even as they exposed themselves to immense magic.

"I am Zion, the Five Great Demons."

"One of the five great demon generals, called Lamina. You don't have to remember."

From both of us, magic blows out at the same time.

It instantly filled the room and repainted the magic of the room.

"Become... you guys... ugh! You were the Five Great Demons!

"Don't worry, we're... better than the other three."

The room inadvertently stepped back to Zion with a madly stained grin.

Margaret trembles and moves forward, as she alternates with it.

"Ah, if you say the Five Great Demons! You can't just leave me here! Continuous Flame Spear!"

"Oops wow... that you are a much brave princess"

Margaret's magic was quite powerful.

There was also winter truth and instruction around it, and her magic was undergoing an obvious evolution.

Setsu was surprised at the beginning because of its remarkable growth.

This spear of flames would also surpass the S-class if it were only powerful.

But......

"Huh..."

The flaming spear broke into two pieces at the same time.

No, it was disconnected.

The power was extinguished and the flames that fell to the ground were extinguished as they were.

They stood there unchanged.

One thing, if there's anything unusual about it, is that Lamina is putting her hand on a knife with a knife on her hips?

"Hey, I'll take care of that princess. I'm gonna kill that kid, the mutton fish."

"All right, I'm in charge"

Lamina nodded, moving in front of Margaret with a kick.

No one in this could react to that velocity.

"Wow - -"

"" Leg roll. ""

Surprisingly Margaret stabs a lamina backwards spinning kick.

Decent to her abdomen, her body broke through the wall and rolled into the king's bedroom, where it had been.

Don't take two minutes.

"I don't need it, such time, etc."

Make sure Lamina follows Margaret, and Zion turns back to the room.

"Well, I suppose I'll end it, too."

"Sweet...... don't look!

The room waves its arms.

Then the carpet that was laid in the room swung and struck Zion in the form of a fist.

"Whoa! What the hell."

"My magic is room magic, and I'm free to manipulate what's in the room! Well, it's useless outdoors, so they left me in the war!

"It's unique... let's see"

While leaking so much stupidity, Zion turns countless fists in steps.

An attack of this magnitude of speed and density for him can be avoided even while public speaking with someone.

But on the verge of getting out of the carpet range, his feet were tangled up by carpet hair.

"Become!"

"Ha! I'm caught!

Carpet fists struck at the same time as they fell out of balance.

"Grr... this... ugh!

Beaten all over her body, Zion pulls her hair off while taking damage and succeeds in leaving.

Putting him out of the carpet range, now his instincts made him aware of the danger.

When I have a bad feeling and turn up, there's a giant chandelier.

That's where Zion started falling.

"Crush it!

"Knock..."

Zion makes sure to roll over to the side and spin the chandelier.

Think if you go to the carpet, you'll get caught again, this time to those with walls.

But the room was reading it thoroughly.

"You better watch your back, Demon."

"Huh? Damn - -"

On the wall stood all the paintings of the king.

Those paintings have come off the wall and now beat that frame to the back of Zion's head.

More paintings began to chase after Zion, who was annihilated.

"Hey... this... Shinobi..."

"Ha! You're sturdy! But I'm not much of a hippo either. I'll let you decide at once."

"Breaking the Limits (Limit Break)" - -.

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"Ha... ha..."

"I don't have a hobby for foes. If you surrender, you will not take your life."

Margaret stared at Lamina, spitting blood.

My gut is probably damaged somewhere.

But it's finally looking like she's standing, but her eyes aren't dead yet.

"Don't lick me...... I won't give in when I'm a proud Distinian princess, Demon Race"

"Proud... or not too much of a hobby to speak out about what others do... but the fact that you are proud to summon and make people from different worlds irrelevant... come on laugh"

"Bu, insult us... make us! Fireball Field!

"Huh!"

Margaret, in her angry form, unleashes magic.

No, you're right that I activated (...).

The magic has always been there.

"Use interesting magic. I don't have a hobby for purposefully expressing emotions, but I was surprised by this"

"Eat it!

There were countless balls of flame floating around the lamina.

Thus this is a trap, and this fireball gathers once and for all towards the center.

It is a difficult cause to send, and Lamina will undoubtedly be a charcoal extinguisher as it is.

"... that's not enough"

But the fireballs never reach Lamina.

It is the same as the earlier flaming spear.

Before it reached her, all the fireballs were severed and fogged.

"Huh..."

"Can't you see? I don't have a hobby for expectations from others... but this is just out of expectations."

At this point, Margaret blinked. I did.

When her vision blocked for a moment, and she regained the light again - - - her upper body was waiting for the universe.

"Is that...?

For a while, she couldn't recognize that she was dead and seriously wondered why she couldn't stand up.

And when he captures the figure of his lower body, he finally recognizes his death, and Margaret slowly closes his eyes.

She'll never open her eyes again.

"... I have no taste in talking to the dead... but it's about reviewing my deeds in the afterlife, my princess"

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"Shit... yes... no way... this is me..."

"Ha! Ah, ha, ha, ha! You're a lot weaker for a big slap!

Zion had his body pierced with a giant sword.

It is a sword made of steel, which is not in this room.

"My Ideal Toy Box (Dreamer Box) can create anything depending on my image! The sword that's piercing you is going to grow even more!

"No, don't... please..."

"It's too late to beg for your life! Death!"

"Eh..."

"Black Hua!

From the body of Zion, precisely from the sword of the center, black steel thorns pop in all directions.

At that moment he changed quickly from man to mere object, as if it were a work of art, a black luxury that dripped bright red blood.

"You can't beat me... I'm more of a set-up person than Fuyuki! You can kill me if you want to! Hahahahahahaha! Ah-ha-ha!

"haha... haha..."

"I'm not in the mood... if it's a good dream, it's better than that."

Zion shrugged softly, looking down at the room where his eyes were empty and he was on his knees.

"Rooms! Rooms! Why don't you move!

"Uh, no use. This guy never comes back (...). That's the kind of magic I did."

Even if he kicks the room down from the side, he's just laughing.

How good you're dreaming, that laugh sounds sincerely pleasant.

"Are you done, Zion"

"Ouch. You're early."

"It's not much of a hobby to talk about dead people... but it fell short of expectations. So I've ended it with a blow"

"Kah! That's cruel! It's cruel. Better than me."

The king lagged behind.

It's not normal (...), I'm afraid of how these two are doing, and the desire to leave this place immediately dominates him.

But there's no way I can get away with it.

"Ha... but now we finally have a successful operation to hide ourselves in the conflagration and take over the king where the enemy is alarmed."

"... I don't have a hobby to say anyway about what's been decided, but couldn't I do something about that name"

"You're the one who can't think of anything. Nice, in the name of his coarse sense of naming."

"... right, that one is stronger than anyone, but I don't feel like losing when it comes to naming"

With the two people who had begun the public discourse on their asses, the king swung out to turn behind the throne.

There is a way out there that can be reached by hidden stairs, so that you can escape in case.

I couldn't have missed this chance.

But - - - -.

"Mm, don't run away"

"Gi... gi no! Ah."

The bottom was cut off from his knees, and the king lay on the floor.

The way out, it's still far.

"Whoa, good, the carpet's red... I don't care if this gets dirty with blood"

"hi, hi......"

"Clean, scattered"

- - - - The last sight the king saw was at a moment when Lamina's sword was only brilliant for a moment.

"Ha, a good souvenir was done, and it's time to go home. Master Desastre would love that."

"Don't take it personally, they might scold you. Then I'll push you to take full responsibility and I'll run away."

"That's not true, Mr. Lamina... the journey is with you, isn't it?

"... I don't really have a hobby of denying people's words face to face, but I don't think so"

They left this place as they continued their mypaced conversation.

All that remains is the boy who still laughs and the torso of a man without a neck.