Isekai Taneuma

The bright red sun was setting in the western sky. The eastern sky was already dark, the stars were shining, and the night was about to come. And yet, when Jomtien was bright, it was as if the second sun had been born there.

After a while the sparkle was gradually lost, and the sky returned to its original purple color. It rained parallax from above and poured into the battlefield. It was cold.

The sound of rain hitting the ground blackens the ground. Nothing came down from the sky but rain drops, a piece of meat from that giant monster, and neither Feng nor Mary ever came down.

Suddenly, the orcs that had been raging until then returned to the woods as if they were frightened by humans. It was as if the defeat of their king had made them aware of their disadvantage, and the position of what was hunted and what was hunted had been reversed.

The Brave Army and Imperial soldiers started chasing and succeeded in considerably eliminating the irresistible orcs, but there were quite a few that fled into the woods, and it still seemed likely that it would take some time to destroy them all. It's going to be a test left by the Beasts, but will they be able to do it alone?

Gargantuar the king of the beast, Mani recovered from the thunderbolt shock and woke his body in a flutter. The ground where he had been fighting the Oak King until now had holes in it, making him realize that there had been intense fighting there.

Most attacks didn't work. He was somehow overwhelmed by blindness, but he was lucky enough to survive without losing his life in that battle. He bit his back teeth tight.

Looking at it, a cane was pierced in the middle of the ground, which had been torn to pieces. The design was intertwined with two snakes, and it was definitely Feng's Keleukaeon. I wonder if it fell this far from the sky. In the vicinity, he approached with a pale expectation that Feng had not fallen, and Jeanne rushed over from the other side to change her blood phase and climbed onto the cane to cry.

"Nooooooooooo! White!

I'm sure she feels responsible for the collapse of the collaboration that worked so well until then. Her mourning tears were painful.

"Jeanne...."

"Don't touch me!!

Samson approached to comfort her, but she refused roughly. His eyes were filled with bright red blood, and he looked at his parents' vengeance, and he was full of wounds, and he felt cold to the bottom of his heart. It is better to be gentle now. That's what my surroundings were telling me.

Jeanne's crying voice, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. But no matter how much she cried, the searcher could never be found.

Then, a small figure walked towards her. It was Guillaume who kept shooting backwards. He stood behind Jeanne, crying, and shook his fist as hard as he could.

"You idiot! Don't kill yourself. That's the balls that die so easily!

"But...."

There was intense pain and a bang in my head. Looking back with Jeanne's crying eyes, Lucy, who was supporting the soldiers behind her, approached.

"Yes, that's right, Jeanne. Feng will be back soon. [M] Rather, I'm more concerned about Mary who ascended with me... because she's a priest, and Feng will bring her back to life, right?

Jeanne stiffened her face happily. All I cared about was Feng, and I couldn't see the surroundings. Indeed, Mary has no such assurance compared to Feng, who has returned many times before. Jeanne was shocked that she was so weak that she couldn't remember.

But in the wind where the anxiety of the two was blowing, Guillaume said to the stick.

"You're gonna be okay. I don't think that's going to get our people involved and blow themselves up. Maybe he scratched his feet to the end. I don't know, maybe both of you are still alive somewhere."

"That's right... I'm sure it is!

Guillaume and Lucy laughed and Jeanne somehow regained her calm. Samson envied the strength of the bonds between the three of them, who could still be trusted about the leader in this situation. No matter how much he thinks of Jeanne, it looks like he's going to break quite a bone.

I was worried about Feng and Mary, who had gone missing in such a state, and I heard a lot of voices from the brave army in the distance. Looking at what had happened, it seemed that the adventurers heading to Phoenix had taken Isaac's backup unit to the battlefield.

While marching, they found a friend to fight the Orcs, speeding up their march, but apparently the battle was over before they arrived. Along the way, I saw a giant monster (the Oak King) flying through the sky, and I was dragged out of my liver, but I was making a fuss about what it was.

The Imperial soldiers began to be upset when they saw reinforcements rushing in, but Scarsaha, who was on the front line, realized it and called for a truce, and did nothing. I didn't feel like continuing the war with the opponent I just fought with.

Speaking to the enemy generals, he dared not to discuss in this situation where both forces are in turmoil, so once the conversation was over by asking each faction to draw troops, Scarsach and Waltstein each ordered their men to retreat the soldiers to the other side of the river.

However, the Imperial Army was slower to move, while the brave army retreated solemnly by order of the two. Of course, the Commander-in-Chief, Sir Orpheus, Caligula, who was supposed to lead them, now has half of his body turned into a monster. The Imperial Guards didn't know how to handle it, and they couldn't do anything just by winding it around.

When Waltstein realized it, he either said it was an old sword, or he rushed over to a stranger's former subordinates and ordered them to pull out the soldiers now anyway. Now that they had broken up with the enemy, they were not obliged to obey his orders, but they also felt that they were not clear in this situation, and after a little patrol, they pulled up their troops.

Waltstein dropped it off and slowly grasped the rope of his horse, approaching Caligula, who was still lying in the middle of the battlefield.

"Hey, what the hell are you...?"

"As you know, one of the priests, Lord Orpheus, is Caligula."

"... what's going on now? That monster was you, wasn't it?

Jeanne and Guillaume were watching him as he looked down at the anomalous monster and waited for a reply. Caligula tried to wake her body and managed to move her deformed body, but just by shaking, she didn't listen to her body, and eventually he gave up, just staring straight above, she began to talk about her past without stopping breathing.

300 years ago. Since the disappearance of Lord Orpheus Amadeus, Orpheus territory has remained without a lord. As a result, the Orpheus territory had little say in the Empire and was almost at the mercy of others.

As a matter of fact, the Orpheus, which borders the Helmets and has the marvels of the great forests to the south, has many warriors and has not been very enthusiastic about the War of Warriors. However, although he lacked the power to speak, he was forced into trouble, and the war continued sporadically.

Some priests, who lived in Orpheus, were worried that the land would be exhausted as it stood, and one day they called for a search party to go to Neuroi.

Orpheus has no lord because Amadeus' death has not been confirmed. I didn't think he was still alive, but there are some exceptions like Leonardo. As a result, Sir Orpheus was left vacant, but the situation would change if the search party took back the artifact. That's why they went to death with all their hopes.

But the unprecedented land of Neurois was a harsh environment, even for the priests. One by one and the deserter continue, and the search party is finally scattered.

Later, the calligraphy priests continued to struggle in isolation among the demon tribes in an attempt to fulfill their mission even after they were separated from their companions, but there was no denying the sense of statelessness in many of them. Especially since it was impossible for even the priests to keep moving without eating, he scraped the bark of the tree and sipped muddy water in order to distract his hunger in the land of Neurois, where food was scarce. However, under such circumstances, his body could not last forever, and he eventually gave up, choosing a way to survive by eating the demons he had defeated.

But this was bad.

The Demons had a virus that even the gods invaded, and he took it in by eating the Demons. Eventually the virus reaches his brain and he gets crazy...

And you finally lose consciousness.....

Rome has had a long republican era since Romulus began his country in the eighth century BC. The situation changed because frogs crossed the Rubicon River. Caesar lost his life because of the betrayal of his best friend Brutus, but Octavianus, his adopted son, succeeded him and became the first emperor Augustus, thus creating the Roman Empire.

As the name of the dignified (Augustus) shows, his reign was supported by many, and the Roman Empire prospered greatly. No one doubted his empire, and the peace seemed to last forever. But his chosen successor was not good.

The second emperor, Tiberius, showed excellent skill at the beginning of his term of office, but because he was excellent, he did not trust others at all, pushed forward reforms that ignored the people, and eventually lost his support. And if he doesn't want to let go of his power, he will soon begin the solemnity of people who are not convenient to him.

He bought resentment from the people and was eventually betrayed by his daughter-in-law and next-of-kin, and became increasingly suspicious of the dark. Later in his life, he laid down the politics of fear, and the Empire was beaten to the bottom of despair.

That's what happened, and everybody was expecting a calligraphy to be his successor. The Tiberius era was so bad that I didn't think it would get any worse. There was some anxiety about Tiberius's nominated successor, but nobody was worried because he was a good young man, had many friends, and was above all good.

At the beginning of his tenure, Caligula herself burned with the mission of correcting her predecessor's bad governance and showed great skill. It seemed that the Empire would return to the path of prosperity... but before that, he would fall ill.

"It was less than a year since I became Emperor. I was caught in the heat and was trying to get back on my feet. However, it was an encephalitis that was unlikely to heal at the time, and even if it was finally released from the heat, there was still a lot of damage left in my brain.

And I lost my reason. It was impossible to judge the good and evil that ordinary people had. Since then, I have acted with the impulse of anger, and I have been driven by curiosity to do all I can for evil.

The people around you would have been confused. I didn't look any different, but I felt like someone else. However, even if everyone thought it strange, there was no way they could poke at me, the emperor, and the Empire was in great chaos.

That way, there is only one way to go. So, just four years after I took office, I was slipped off the emperor's throne in a way that was assassinated by my closest associates. "

Ironically, it was at the moment of the assassination that reason returned to him. He was unconscious from the moment he got a fever until the moment he was killed, and when he woke up, he was stabbed to death by his beloved next-of-kin.

At the same time, he remembered exactly what happened while he was unconscious, and he knew exactly why his close associates killed him while suffering. So while he was assassinated, he could not resent anyone, and he was frustrated with his deep regret for what he did without knowing.

Becoming an emperor and trying to save people did the opposite. I can't help regretting it now, but I'd like to go back and start over before I get a fever if possible. I want to use my skills to save people. He was about to go to a deep sleep of death, hoping so.

It was then. Orpheus showed up.

Within his diminishing consciousness, it spoke directly into his brain, penetrating one foot into the abyss of death.

"Is it true that you want to save people? Are you willing to make any effort to do so? Even you... even if you're not even human anymore, do you mind if I do?

Caligula wished for nothing.

If you say you can start over, you won't hesitate to make any trouble. If you die like this, you don't know what made you Emperor. If you're going to die anyway, at least one person wants to make someone happy and then die. For that reason, it doesn't matter if you're not yourself anymore. After all, the past four years have been similar.

"... let's fulfill that wish."

Such words echo through his brain.....

And when he woke up in the new world, he was a monster.

Bat feathers on a lizard-like body covered in dragon-like scales. The neck is sluggishly long like a snake, with a rodent-like face on its tip. It felt like a tail muzzle, and when I shaken it lightly, I heard a hindrance in my ears that cut the sky.

Beast Jabberwock....

He knew exactly what he had become. It was because there were memories of the priest who was the origin of the calligraphy. He woke up in this world as a vagabond who had become a Jabberwock.

"When I woke up, I soon understood what had happened. The body belonged to a search party that came to Neuroi looking for Sir Orpheus, who lost his reason for the sequelae of eating the demons and became a demon beast there.

In fact, Neurois is poisoned by the demons. Demons change their traits by incorporating the genes of another demon into their own bodies. Fight and kill, or rape and give birth. The Demon Clan was a generic term for living organisms that continue to evolve in search of even strength.

A priest, he must have inherited his traits by eating demons. Having thus become a demon, he lost his reason, and now he has evolved by taking in other demons himself.....

Jabberwock was demonized by the priests. "

"Wait, so the demon king Jabberwock who appeared 300 years ago... is that a priest too??

When Waltstein asked the question to interrupt, Caligula did not answer it. It wasn't intentionally ignored, but because the lights of his life were about to go out for a while.

Caligula kept gazing in the air with a blurred gaze.

"The Demons keep fighting for someone stronger than themselves, driven by fierce anger. The winner then captures the other person's genes, changes his or her traits alive, and wanders in search of the stronger.

This is how the ultimate evolution will eventually become the Demon King.

When I woke up in Neuroi, I realized that I had become a demon king. Originally, the Demons did not have reason, but I regretted very much that I lost reason in my previous life. I became a demon king without losing reason. Perhaps this was Orpheus's gift.

I immediately removed myself from Neuroi. Humanity will be saved without the Demon King. Now that I am the Demon King, I wish I hadn't attacked people. But this was a sweet idea. Just because I'm gone doesn't mean the Demon King can't be born. The demons continue to fight in Neurois, becoming demon kings after poison.

Hiding Jabberwock's body and returning to the Empire, I realized that one day my intuition gave birth to a demon tribe stronger than myself. If left alone, this will eventually come to the Empire to take me in for evolution. If I don't stay here, I thought I'd solve this on my own....

But I thought about it then. The newly born Demon King is more powerful than me. If I am defeated and the Demon King takes me in, will mankind finally be able to fight this... or should I continue to run away to avoid it? Or... I am lost in judgment.

And that's when it happened. Rumor has spread that Sir Hermes innocently resurrected the brave. If the Demon King were born, the brave would show up again... and I decided to lose my temper. I wanted this brave man to defeat our demon king.

And I confessed everything to His Majesty and assumed command of the Imperial Army. Everything to make people realize that the demon king has appeared today, today, in this place, in front of all the nations of the world....

As I thought, the Demon King was defeated. But that doesn't mean the Devil King can't be born. In Neurois, demons continue to fight to create new demon kings. I don't know when it will be, but when the next Demon King is born... mankind should be one so that we can deal with it immediately.

I... hope so, I won't stop. "

The wind was blowing through, and there was a rattling sound and a flag pulling on the shelf. The area was quiet enough to forget that this was a battlefield. Waltstein waited for the next word of this demonic priest, but it never came back. Looking at his face as he stepped down from his horse, Caligula was already dead.

The beast's arm, which was twitching just now, is no longer moving. It enlarged and bent one leg in a strange direction. I was already familiar with the death of a priest, but can I call it that? At least I wanted to mourn the proper tomb, but the Imperial men were scared and nobody came near.

"What should I do...?

Guillaume, who was peeking at it the same way beside Waltstein, said.

"You can't just leave me alone. Someone must capture the Imperial General and tell him to take it back. We have to negotiate a truce, and we're gonna be busy."

"There's just Isaac, and I hope the Empire will take a seat at the table. Well, war is none of our business. I have to go find Feng, so I'm going to have to excuse you around here."

"What? Are you leaving already...?

"Originally, I was just chasing an orc here. That's what the idiot said. He's gone somewhere, so you have to find him and pull him and slap him. Jeanne's on the street, too...."

That's what Guillaume said when he tried to pose.

A well-dressed priest on a horse approached from the Imperial Army's main battalion, which Waltstein told me to pull up earlier. The clothes that are coming are not military uniforms, so I wonder if it is a civilian in charge of backup.

Beware of who it might be, the priest stopped at a distance of about ten steps from Waltstein's horses' feet, said there was no hostility, raised his hands once, and then spoke to the people there with a voice that was not loud but often passed by.

"I've done more from the Imperial Capital, Lieutenant Mash of the Guard. I see you are there, Lord Waltstein, the former Commander of the Imperial Army....."

"The Guard!? You're under the emperor's command. Why are you here?

Waltstein is rounding his eyes. The Imperial Guard is, in short, the Guardian Guard, which follows the Emperor. As long as it is not a parent, it is unlikely to come out to the battlefield, and in the first place the current emperor is almost in the honorary position and is not interested in the gotagota within the Empire. That's why he's dressed like a civilian for a guard....

Why would such an emperor stick his neck in at this time? The man named Lieutenant Mash continued as Waltstein stared surprisingly.

"With the defeat of the General Commander, the Empire has no intention of succeeding any further. I wanted to negotiate a ceasefire soon, so I asked Lord Waltstein and the brave men to come to the Imperial Capital."

"What do you mean? You haven't even had a fight yet!? Why are we talking like this...?

Waltstein noticed. That's what Caligula said.

He was consulting with the Emperor, feeding on himself, and gathering his troops here as Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Army so that a brave man could defeat the demon king who would show up eventually. As he thought, the Orcs and the two armies who appeared here fought together and finally defeated the Demon King. That means we've reached our goal, so we don't have to fight anymore.

"You gotta be kidding me... that guy. Are you telling me you've been looking forward to this?

"His Majesty the Emperor would like Lord Waltstein to assume the post of Commander-in-Chief of the Imperial Army again. In addition, Isaac XI said that he intended to officially confer the title of Lord Hermes if he so wished. So please come to the Imperial Capital once..."

Waltstein had no words to return as stupid. How far did the calligraphy go? Now that the person was dead, I couldn't help but regret not knowing.

Guillaume slapped Waltstein on the shoulder that had hardened.

"That's good. I'm sorry to hear that. The war is over, and you and Ser Hermes are back in bloom. Well, we'll be in a hurry, so I'll see you somewhere when I get another chance. Yes, if you hear from Feng anywhere, contact the Adventurers Guild immediately."

When Guillaume said so, he urged his people to leave the battlefield.

"Please wait. You guys from the brave party, right? I would like you to accompany me to the Imperial Capital."

Unexpectedly, the emperor's messenger, Mash, called out. What can we do for ourselves, who are just adventurers? Maybe the brave man defeated the Demon King and wanted to praise him.

But now the brave man is missing. We need to get to him quickly. That's why Guillaume refused to go to the Imperial Capital right now, but the lieutenant kept blocking his voice.

"Hero... Fengbai will soon be in the Imperial Capital. Your Majesty will be holding you back personally, and I would appreciate it if you could follow me so that I don't make any mistakes."

"... hah!?

Guillaume... and everyone else shouted blankly. I couldn't find any other words to return. Why can you say that Feng, who just blew up into the dust of the wood, is in the capital of the Empire?

Everything is a lie. I think so... but I couldn't quite say that before I heard about the calligraphy earlier. I cannot deny that the priest who is dying in front of me was expecting it.

Guillaume and the others took a complicated sigh and decided to ask the man from the Imperial Capital what was going on.