Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

But one day, the demon king turned into a leopard.

I didn't have any foretaste.

If only my personality and values had changed, I would have stopped thinking and done the same loyalty as before.

But it wasn't. That was someone else (...)......

"Dear Demon King Jeremiah, today is the day you will shake your head vertically!

"I can see your deep thoughts, too. But as it is, they will follow! At least just the Gigas line, in our hands."

Even that day, the lazy castle of the Demon King, the throne of the Demon King, was stuffed with militants passing through in the morning.

It's hard, dismissed, if you want to do it, do it alone. It was never once that the Demon King listened to their wishes.

but...... at that time I was with a great deal of anxiety and fear.

Because the Demon King, who loved me so much, never stroked my head that day.

On the contrary, they won't talk to me.

Something has fallen on me, and I let the Demon King down. At first I thought they hated me.

It's strange though......

The Demon King only recognizes me as a mere servant, and I can't even get into his eyes.

The flesh of Beretot, my servant of the Demon King, became transparent, and it was shocked enough to have an unlikely delusion that it had disappeared from the world.

"Hand Wet, Still Demonic or Noble"

First of all, the tone was changing.

"... what?

"Yes, Your Majesty Jeremiah......?

The only thing that matches is that clean, beautiful voice color, and everything was turning into someone else.

Who at this point will realize that the demon god is taking away his flesh......

"Gigasline will burn me down, get ready to invade now. As you wish, you will destroy my mortal..."

I didn't know why.

I suspected someone was turning into a demon king and impersonating him.

I need to report this to Mr. Ispa.

"What are you scared of, cat human there, come here. Hmm, I wonder what your name is..."

I was on my side, refraining from obliquely behind the Demon King, just trembling.

There is no way the Demon King can forget my name.

'Cause that's right, because this is the name I gave the Demon King...

"Huh... Ooh... deflect... you gave it to me, isn't that your first name..."

"Oh, you did. So, what's your name?

"It's a beretot......"

"Kuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, the cowardly one instead of taking the name of Cat God"

That's someone else who looked like a demon king. And I kept before the throne, as I was commanded, and made the furrows of my head the comfort of his monster.

Five years of memories with me have vanished from the demon king.

But the matter was painful, and my head stopped working properly ever since.

It was long before I learned that this lowest being in the flesh of the Demon King was called in the name of the Demon God...

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

It was only three days after the fall of Gigasline Fortress, the absolute defensive line of the humans.

When the Demon King made his way to the northern high ground of the Demonic Forest, he followed us with his side.

"Cuckoo, what do you see, what are you, a bellet tote?

"Yes, Demon King... that is a castle with an iron wall, supposedly holding back Gigasline... once the giant Gigandeus..."

"Well, you're studying hard."

"You taught me…"

The demon god knew I was suffering.

But when I found out, I took us around and looked at the pain and confusion.

"Then I'll tell you what."

"Thank you...... but what - eh, be?!

The beautiful hand of the Demon King created three white jaws in the air.

I can no longer tell at the instinctive level that it is dangerous.

"This is the Megidoflame, the highest place in flame magic, a ruin that will never go away. Kukukuku... Come on, watch..."

"Demon King, what the hell are you... Huh?!

The three whites rise to the sky and emit an incredibly high fever.

And the demon king, no abominable being, the evil god shot it north, center and south of the northern Gigas line...

"Behold, this is my power! A flame of ruin that returns everything to ashes! Watch the castle built by the fools burn down there! Poor servant Beletotto!

A flame that will never go away, Megidoflame.

Its whites burned high enough to be confirmed from a remote high ground to burn the stone castle to ashes.

The time was noon and until earlier there was a human blue sky above the Gigas line.

That was dyed dark by a black tin, swallowing all of the light and turning the world into a dark world......

"You look good, servant, as if the end of the world had come. But no, this is dawn, you are watching the beginning of the apocalypse..."

"Hey why... give me something like this... ah?!

That's a sight like a hallucination.

When the evil god who fulfilled his purpose waved his right hand gently, the whitewash was vanishing without a trace.

"Not enough, this is not enough baking..."

"Where to, Demon King?!

"Banquet"

Leaving us on the spot with our sides, the flesh of the Demon King flew away from the Gigasline.

With only three flames, those who were demon kings burned down a stagnant jetty called the Gigas Line to start an all-out war between demons and humans...

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

By the time we caught up with the Demon King, we had all the trends.

Relying on military information, as I ran up to the top of the Gigas line with my people, I found a demon king staring into the human sky on the east side.

Gigasline is an endlessly tall giant castle.

The beautiful face of the Demon King brutally distorted and with a joyful grin about what the hell I see from there...

"Oh, no... this is it, Demon King... ugh"

The city was burning.

When I stood next to my master as the Demon King's favorite, there, hell was spreading.

The whites of nightmares that never disappeared were burning the city, burning the river, burning the forest, burning everything white down the castle, the cathedral, the fields, the grass, the soil, far away......

If we have done this far, peace and other impossibilities are no longer possible, the battle will not end until one of them is doomed......

I watched the hell out of it, just stood up.

I couldn't believe my husband did this...

"You were late, my dear Beretotto.... What's up, say something"

"Oh... I have kept you waiting... Demon King..."

"Behold, it will be beautiful... Every one of those houses has a human life. That is now turning into ashes into irrational flames. The immobile old man shall be burned to death, and the fleeing filial shall also be an unspeakable roast meat in flames... Now play the whistle, play the soul song (Requiem) to the humans."

"Yes... Demon King..."

The demon god possessed by the demon king kept watching the city burning with a hunting, thin laugh in the aftermath of my flute forever.

I can't wait to burn the world. The sky hides the rays of the sun in a tin like the night, delighting a demon named Evil God.

There are no more demon kings who were gentle. This lump of malice is not the Demon King......

"Sire Jeremiah!

"Kukukukuku... this was, wasn't it too late, Duke of Ispa"

"Nah... oh my god... What the hell do you... Your Majesty, do you understand what you have done!!?

The Duke of the Demonic Realm, Ispa Armado, has rushed there.

He was confused but angry, unlike me, weak.

An ally who shares nearby values and aesthetic sensations has just turned into a reaper.

I was only fleeing to the flute in an unacceptable reality.

"Immediately that city, the forest, the castle, the cathedral, all of man's arrogance, will turn to ashes. The moment when Megidoflame is erased from me begins. Ispa, order in the name of the Demon King, join the front and destroy the inferior species..."

The flesh of the Demon King gained the magic and magic of the difference represented by Megidoflame due to the possession of the Demon God.

But I only lost one thing. That was fascinating to all the demons, that charisma.

"Please reconsider! Didn't you say that destroying humans would only then be a killing between demons! If you do something like this that burns everything down, you will be hated and your curse will return to you!

"Ku, ku haha...... ispa, are you willing to disobey the life of the demon king? I'm ready for that, but you're pathetic about the sacrificial inhabitants. Every duke territory, you think it's okay if everything turns to ash?

"Nah...... you think you'll even burn down your beloved red detachment?!

"Oh... that's all. Well, I didn't leave you behind."

So Master Ispa came to the same conclusion as I did.

Words that we could not speak, though we were sidelined. Sadly hard to admit facts that can be inferred from the circumstances. Master Ispa has chosen to speak to his beloved master.

"Who..."

Yes, that's not the Demon King.

"Who are you... You, you are not Jeremiah the Demon King!! Who are you?

"You'll see, I'm the demon king Jeremiah. It's that hidden nature. Ispa Armado, I'll only give you one more chance. Join the front and hunt humans. Let's make you a hero of this war..."

"If you do not obey, you will kill the Duke's people...?

"Come on. To get an excellent handkerchief named Ispa Armado, not my intention"

Three hundred years ago there was the old dynasty of the Kingdom of Bern, dominating the northwest of the human world.

The country was burned down by the hand of Jeremiah the Demon King and perished less than a week later.

Everything turned to ashes, so much so that it was more appropriate to call it that it was a terrible end......

I followed the demon king's former righteousness of evil through a world marked by ashes, and I saw everything that I could see from my invincible selves.