It’s Sudden, but I Came to Another World! But I Hope to Live Safely

My king was lonely.

Smarter than adults from an early age, the horizon was far ahead. All those who stood for my king did not doubt, believing, 'If it were this one'.

But there were too few that understood the talent correctly. Our war-torn horizons were all directed at the present, and we were unable to share the horizons of our king.

As a result, my king was assassinated by his sister, who was taken up by the fools as an arrogant evil who did not understand the hearts of the weak.

We grieved. He would have led this country to this world. As far as the world was concerned, I tried to extinguish its life.

But my king came back to life as a man. He showed up before us and said goodbye.

"Do what you have to do as a person. I'll do what I have to do as a man."

This one is about to go further. Then we also forsake being men, and vowed to walk with my king. I wanted life for myself as a demon tribe living in eternal times.

It was only at this time, I think, that my king was staring at us with sad eyes.

"Why, my king!? Why should we, chosen beings, hide ourselves from people!?

Who would have broken it first? If you try to live as a demon, your heart, which was a man, breaks. Ever since we became demons, our hearts have been slowly eroded by an unnamed disease.

'I'm sorry... my king... I can't walk with you anymore...'

There were some who stood up to my king, and some who pleaded for death. No matter how it broke, my king solemnly put an end to their lives.

'I'm sorry, Necthar. Me too, apparently, so far......'

Together, my best friend, who had vowed to support my king, muttered to me with a face of loss of emotion. He was already unable to even retain the shape of a man, and was swallowed up by the power of his demonic tribe. I could not say anything to him, and when I realized it was only me and Nielyates who remained beside my king.

I was becoming disgusted with myself for not even being able to paint in my head the ideal country my king aspired to, what I was once prepared to swear.

"Necthar, you are holding too much. Then you will follow the same path as them. '

I follow the same path as them. I thought that was for sure and refused to like that.

He stood on the same roof as my king and vowed to walk with him. I don't want to end up abandoning everything and not fulfilling my vows, even though I haven't even seen where I'm going yet.

But being a demon was eroding my heart more than I ever imagined. I was convinced it would be too late as it was.

I came to one conclusion by continuing to compare my King, who lives unchanged in eternal times, with myself, whose heart is eroded year after year. Not the Demon Nation, but beyond that, the existence at height, because if you become the Demon King, you can remove this disease.

But when my king heard the word, he only uttered one word, and let go unto me the word of rejection.

"Necthar, I forbid you to engage in resuscitation magic in the future"

If I don't become the Demon King, my heart will eventually break completely. If that happens, you will no longer be able to fulfill your former vows. We're going to have the same ending as our compatriots who gave up the path in the middle of their minds.

That's why I have to be the Demon King. To keep standing next to my king, their will...

"I told you, Necthar. You said you were carrying too much. Are you even going to be king of the need to carry until the minutes of those who gave up their way in the past? You're just one of my squire."

- Neil Lyates, huh?

Were you dreaming? A dream of foam that the dying say they will see at the end. Yes, I should have been aiming for the same height as my king. And yet why are we trying to end this way?

Because you foolishly thought that my king would not want me to reach heights because of my king's rejection? Or was it because if I didn't have that power, I didn't want them to think it was to that extent?

Now I can't even think about that answer anymore. Already this body has been destroyed the core and the flesh has begun to collapse.

"I have no words to give you from my king. Just like everyone else."

"- Resurrection magic is complete. But in the demonic body, resurrection magic..."

"I know. No, you should say you were guessing. If you become the Demon King, you will have no reason for my king to forbid it."

Was that why you were keeping resuscitation magic away from me? Because if I had known on that occasion that the Demons could not be demon kings, my heart would have been completely broken on that occasion.

"I wonder what I should have done."

"You were the first to tell me that." Do what you have to do as a person ". If we could live like my king, my king would have reached out to us from the beginning."

"You're saying that what you wanted to be a Demon was a mistake in itself..."

Yes. Is that why my king stared at us with those eyes? Because I was looking to the end of those who lived as men.

"- Oh, forgive me, my king. A fool who broke your life and made you sad."

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Among the meat chunks that began to collapse by destroying the core, the figure of the human-shaped Necthar appeared. Neil Lyates is whining about something against Necthar when he is breathless. Words from 'Bea' or farewell words as the same squire? I'm not interested either way.

"- I would have been able to live as a person, be it a demon tribe. Even I could do it. You're really stiff, aren't you, guys?"

Eventually, Necthar's body collapsed completely and became dust. I understood that the demonic body is closer to that of the demon than human beings, but when I look at it this way, I also want to think of it as various. I wondered if I would turn him into a demon clan and stare at the dust like this when he died.

"My lord, the magic of Necthar has been completely interrupted"

"You'll see, won't you? Did you just do your arm repair?

"Ha."

Watch Duvreoli perform the repair of a thousand severed arms. A unique-class great demon born as a demon, self-possessed, and grown so far. But the way of life is becoming more human. Once Duvreoli was like a tool to keep fighting pale no matter who he fought with. But it was no exaggeration to say that Duvreoli's face, which praised Wolfe's accomplishments and was throwing a caged word of heat, was undoubtedly human itself.

"- If you think this is his influence too, it's not a bad thing, is it?

"What have you done?

"Who said it was good to join my soliloquy? Turn your mouth around and repair it, too?

"... sorry"

It's easy to say 'better' out of my mouth, but that makes it a weighty word for Duvreoli. We need to think about the candy, right?

"And you did a great job, Wolfe? You've done a great job, haven't you?

"But the one with the most tension was Duvreoli..."

"Is that what this is about? If you'd strained it to the top of your body, would you be using it to mud your shoes by now?

"Duvreoli......"

Wolfe, who continued his training while he was on his way to Toryn, but there has been no dramatic change in her physical abilities. What has changed is the way we face the battle, the surroundings that we keep thinking and acting under no circumstances.

What wasn't enough for Wolfe was the number of experience in action, but now even that has been completely overcome. It's suspicious if Duvreoli can win, isn't it?

"I'll be in touch with him and the rest of the team? You're gonna have to look into this room and the surroundings, right?

For Necthar to use resuscitation magic on himself, he said, he needed to leave the way it was built in some way to Larheit and Real. Looks like Necthar was trying to use resuscitation magic on himself from the way he's been talking about it, and you should think that there's already a way to get a way to build resuscitation magic.

I don't think both of those disruptions have been removed from the fact that other teams are breaking through the middle tier... but I figured we'd have to be careful what we're dealing with.

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For me, the battle was just a shame. Because if you see an enemy attack, you know how to kill them back. That was no exception to the master who taught me the sword.

'- What a sad talent.' Cause you have nothing more to gain. '

At first, I thought the words my master directed at me were defeats or something. But that word has offended my heart over and over again, like stains stained my bed and I can't take it anymore.

No matter how much you fight, nothing will fill you. Fighting a world-famous opponent gives you a slightly more sense of moving your body than usual.

But not now. That word tightens my heart in a different way than my previous sense of nothingness.

"Phew... Phew... Phew..."

I've never sweated this far in battle. This is the first time I have ever felt my sword-held arm heavy. It's also the first time I've ever felt so itchy about an enemy in front of me.

"You seem to be breathing a lot, Archreal"

"Ugh...!

Plus it's the first discomfort you've ever been observed with a creepy eye! Damn, the dead fish eyes are still dreaming of the future!

It is clear that the man gave some instructions to Ilias. But what did they do with this? How come your body is so tired!?

"You're not even wondering. You've been winning unilaterally with one of those talents. I mean, I've hardly ever been through a long battle myself."

"... eh"

"And if you keep banging on hard stuff, even your arms get tired, don't they? Ilyas is given a way to receive shocks in each other's arms when he receives your sword."

Is that who the discomfort is? The shock echoes abnormally on my arm, even though Ilias just takes my offense the same way he does. You're taking it so it sounds easy with the wazz...!

"The Tays Knight's awesomeness isn't just the level of swordsmanship. It's that stamina where you can keep fighting without drinking or eating or sleeping. This battle isn't about comparing physical abilities or technological differences anymore, it's about roots."

Breathing is shallow. I know I have to breathe deeper, but my body's hurrying me to breathe. You're bitter the other way because of that, but you don't listen.

It's not just my arm, it's shivering to my feet. I want to sit down, I want to lie down. I want to take a bath and speak from the back of my throat......!

"Are you happy to win this way, Knight!?

……

Ilyas keeps concentrating his nerves on my sword without responding. He said his lungs would get bumpy just talking while he was moving... and he said to reply!

I'm tired, so I'm throwing away the sweet idea that this guy must be just as tired. The sweat that Ilias shed, the breath he hears, hasn't changed a bit since he slashed it.

"Damn - huh!?

You were way over the limit, your knee that you were supposed to have stepped on collapsed. It's not beautiful having a broken posture. Suddenly enough to want to mock me, I fell.

With that clap, the sword is overflowing from my hand. I rushed back to grab my sword, and I woke up...

"- Huh!?

The fall now was a gap that occurred completely unexpectedly. If you're a Yugra star folk, you should be able to spot that this isn't an act. To say so, Ilias kept looking at me with his sword in his position.

This guy's not willing to attack no matter how much I make a gap. I will follow that man's orders thoroughly......!

"Even your chance to throw away the missouri...!

"Archreal, I'm not going to let Ilyas attack you, even if you lose your mind. Harkdock can detect dangers even unconsciously, and he's letting you decide you can do the same."

It's too thorough. I can't even think of the dust on these two to beat me. All I can think about is buying time to the end. Can something like this be called a fight? No, this is just work already...... Huh!

Sword instead of cane, stand up. If you don't breathe a little, you're not even going to be able to wave your sword.

"- I asked earlier, let's say I'm happy. The skill of guardianship learned from the other knights can make you struggle with the legendary brave man."

"Ha... ha... you don't want to win with your own arms..."

"As a knight of Tays, I naturally have that feeling. But now I'm here just to get his sword, the results he wants. He trusts me and leaves this place to me. I don't want anything more than to live up to it!

"... ugh!

No, you can't shake this woman's heart no matter what words or actions I turn to. There's only one more way to get this woman to wave her weapon...

"Ha ha!

Regrip the sword and kick the earth. This is almost the limit of your strength for setting it up from yourself. But if you just kill the person you're after, that's more than enough. Whatever you're after, it's the people of Yugra!

I already admit that my offense will not break Elias' protection from the front. But I'm not going to admit it until defeat. Ilias must surely wave his sword if this is to happen. If you don't, this man will die......!

Now wield your sword against me to protect this man! I'm going to win like no other.

"- Huh!?

I had no intention of stopping the sword. I was going to kill this man, and I was squeezing my full strength and slashing him. But still, I stopped the sword. Because Ilias had not moved a single step from the spot when I said I had been slashed by the people of Yugra's stars.

Blood drips from the tip of the sword. Saying you stopped the sword didn't stop the attack that squeezed all your strength, and there was still enough momentum for the sword to devour your shoulders somewhat.

I look at Ilias again, but he keeps staring at me quietly, just like he did when I fell. But from his mouth, he chewed off his lips, and there was blood.

"-Arcreal. I'm not going to give you victory in any way. Even if he tries to kill the helpless' me 'and imitates the cowardice that makes Ilias wave his sword."

"... you or you ordered that!? I ordered the knight who protects himself not to!?

It shouldn't be such a man threat or anything. If you put a little weight on this stopped sword, you'll be able to kill him just like that.

Where I killed this man, it doesn't change the fact that I can't defeat Elias, who is thoroughly guarded. But on the contrary, it's only irrelevant, whether you want to kill it or keep it alive.

Where I killed him, it didn't do me any harm. Yes, to the point of losing cheap pride at best.

"That's right. If you're going to throw away the cheap pride you've been adamant about, 'I' will throw my life away. And I will carve it into its soul that what you throw away will never be recovered again."

"Come on, you're saying cheap pride. For that matter..."

"Still, you wanted to keep protecting me until you fell unnecessarily. At least it's the most valuable thing for you."

"... you're crazy, you"

No, I'm the one who's crazy. I've been waving this sword and killing people even if I don't have anything to gain. But you're just losing one cheap pride, and you're stopping the sword. Oh, shit......! That's the worst depression I've ever had!