Revealed in the previous chapter
Sister Cookles was given the talent of a tailor by God in her dreams.
Cathuman suspicions such a convenient miracle, but his skill as an artisan was real. As a result, quality clothing is supplied to children with palliative diseases.
In the meantime, an election was held to determine the name of the inside. To circumvent the naming of Nekotanland, Nekohuman makes a cowardly ploy.
As a result, the name inside was not banish due to an unfortunate missed contact, but confirmed in Nyanish.
Then ten days go by, and a cat human visits the tailoring room late at night. At night Cookles was making clothes.
But Cookles' eyes turn red, attacking cat humans and sucking blood. But he was unconscious, and there was no other harm in saying this. Cat humans were also confused because they didn't know how to deal with it.
The morning after that, Patia was offered a present by Cookles. Patia was thrilled with her handmade white cat ear hat and rose naïvely.
Inucht Lovray boy's house was completed. Lovelay turned so much respect to Barney that he feared Patia, who suddenly appeared.
So Lovelay, also a wizard, decided to show Patia her strength and fear, but she was peeing on the unexpected supermagic of humanity's most powerful eight-year-old......
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Cathuman and Forgotten Melody Playing the Whistle
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15-1 Killer's Bereto Root and Albino Boy
-Migo the hater.
I knew it was a pinch. It was a job. When I finally got rid of my last target, I came back to the town of Lacrimosa.
So I grabbed a glass and relied on the power of the liquor, and then went up to the castle of Nyx. In that castle full of pale and white evil taste.
"So I've been cleaning up my last target. But, Nyx, these things are stressful and not good... please, don't betray my expectations, okay?
So I fell down on him as usual.
But, you know, there's a lot of talk about it.
I raised my head and indicated my willingness to do this one I guess is a decent job next time.
"Migo."
"What is it, Admiral?"
But you can't fix it. Nyx's cold, murderous eyes looked at me.
The target is too bad, if it comes from me, then Nyx is a giant, if it comes from Nyx, then I'm a worthy bug...
"Really, you weren't lying, you were the last target?
"Oh, I came here to clean up my last target. I didn't add a hand to that fucking cat then."
"Then what are the chances of leaking it?
"... there is. But now I can't even confirm. Besides, that Jizzy is obsessionist, so we can get rid of the demon world, so why not compromise?"
Nyx overestimates that jizzy. Sure, the skill is the best in the demon world, but the willingness and the flesh are old.
I don't know what Nyx is so afraid of.
"Well, if you don't have your next job, I'll be back on the front line."
"Migo, I should have ordered you to turn off the bereto route. Find him."
"Admiral, this is a tough joke..."
You can't defy me, I dropped my gaze on the ground and fell down.
Shit, I can't even tell you to look for a ghost and kill him.
"If you're looking for someone else, leave it to me, it's not for me. I'm a killer."
Nyx is not normal. Even the best handkerchief I've ever had might kill him.
It was quite a thrill to answer this way.
"Right. If you say so much, trust that judgment and ask others."
"Do that, it's not the right job for me to use my head."
d I was cold sweaty. I managed to hold myself in close to exhaling in relief.
That's a headache. Why are you and Nux freaking out about one of those fucking cats?
I somehow understand his intent to kill Jijibaba, but I still don't understand him......
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He - born of a human mother, Nyx was a literal mutation born in man and coming to the demonic realm.
She always thought of herself as someone with a slightly different physique, but that's a mistake.
The identity is the demon tribe who suffered from albinism, some of whose skin colours are unnecessary teasing inside the killers.
I was sympathetic to him and at the same time understood that he was quiet and hiding a very dangerous personality.
Well, that's why there's no reason to conflict. I didn't think I'd get rid of it and make the military faction any better.
Nyx's spokesperson, who tends to be isolated within the Demon Army, that was what I did.
"Hey Bereto, I wonder why the Demon King didn't destroy humans. You caught up to one step ahead of the eradication, and yet how did you let it live? Humans are a natural species..."
My relationship with him is not my mentor. He was only a speaker. It was always on my side to listen, on his side to speak.
"That's as much as I'd like to hear. But Nyx, you're a very old blood muscle, and I'm sure it's the one called its ancestral return. Its flesh, which is too strong, is a testament to the mighty magic of birth. Perhaps your flesh is closer to the late Demon King than ours."
So did the Demon King. I was born with absolute power.
That is why I was sympathetic to Him with flesh close to the Demon King.
"Then let's start over on behalf of the Demon King. Destroy the natural being, now it's time to destroy it and create a world of only demons without humans. One day we will take over this army, the slaughtermen.... of course you'll help me then, won't you, Bereto"
Nevertheless, its personality did not resemble that of the Demon King, it was like a mass of hatred and malice.
Persecuted by humans, murdered my mother, killed all those in my birthplace, Nyx appeared in this demonic realm. I guess I could no longer help but go crazy.
"First, we need to make the war bigger now. Intensify the battle by inciting demonic crusades in human territory. Then it's easy, the strongest one comes around with the head of the slaughterist regiment."
He particularly preferred conspiracy. They said they had tremendous magic that everyone envied.
The difficult position in the Demon Army of being born in the human world made him do so, and as he repeated it, it turned into a normal part of his life. It could also be said that
In fact, in that way he eventually went up to the status of head of the Legion of the Killers, the Demon General.
"I'm sorry, but I can't get on with that story, my countrymen are very weak. But let's promise we won't tell anyone. I swear to my mother, who knows no face or name that gave birth to me."
"I know. You're supposed to do human impersonation and build military schools that go beyond the faction of the Demon Army. Bereto has been invited to serve as the instructor. Let's not, let's throw away that boring invitation and destroy the world."
He misunderstood me.
I thought I'd ride the story. He seemed to think that there was hatred for man in my depths.
"Sorry, I'm tired of that already. I leave my passionate activities to the new generation."
"Are you turning down my wish...?
I still remember him looking hard and lonely then.
I had chosen a long silence for the boy's meticulous inquiry.
"Oh...... yes. I thought Bereto would understand. You're the only one who's supposed to be on my side..."
"Excuse me, Nyx. There were times when I had hatred similar to yours, but before the endless months, the fire of hatred seemed to be just ashes. Dirty ashes that are no longer flames will only tarnish your path with mischief"
Nyx hasn't stopped the flames of hatred yet.
Is it possible, for example, to remain passionate for 200 years for being made human for all that?
Or is it that the vessel that was born as far as possible as a slaughterman demon general was him?
"Remember, I will never forget the humiliation of this day. Hey, destroy that shitty race and the world will be saved. No, if we don't destroy them, we'll lose eventually."
Humans don't know. He was pushing back the army of demons from the brink of annihilation and finally regaining the giant Great Wall called Gigasline.
On the other side of that huge wall, humans are gaining strength little by little.
"If you don't want to close the future of your fellow cats human beings, you should destroy them before they add wisdom. As you know, I was raised by humans. So I know, if we don't destroy it soon, it's the demons who will be slaughtered miserably."
In those eyes the hatred that had killed my mother was burning cold and constant.
That was the essence of a man named Nyx.
I turned down the invitation, and through the slaughtermen, became a teacher at the military school.
Even as he tried to patrol the conspiracy, he kept his mouth shut and continued to look and pretend not to see. For once, as the one who put himself in the slaughterhouse, he could not deny his ways or anything.
I was also the one who raised the idiot apprentice Migo afterwards and brought him into contact with Nyx for whatever cause.
I didn't know I was going to pay for that bump now...
Even if it has been decided that a relationship is something that comes with it like a thread after a long life, it's hard to convince me of something like this.
Nyx, I don't know what you're going to do.
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