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 -

Revealed in the previous chapter

Ancient story of a cat human who lived 300 years, the truth of an era in which the Demon King and the Holy King fought.

Around that time, someone was repeatedly working to stir up a dispute between humans and demons.

Yet still, Jeremiah the Demon King did not move, and the activities of the Demon King's Army remained in passive combat shielded by the Rosenline.

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

Fire of ruin Megidoflame that burns everything down, unleashes it on the human absolute defensive line Gigasline and begins invasion and ravage of the human nations.

Those who were demon kings burned down the other side of the Gigas line with their absolutely indelible whites, and revealed themselves.

The demon god Kvatu was the lowest and worst being far from salvating the demon tribe, as the current cat human evaluates it.

Demon King Elite moves east as he burns down the world.

Kuga the Black Ghost stood before the demon god who took over the flesh of that demon king.

But the power of the demon god was too great, and Kuga challenged the demon god more resolutely than anyone else, but at the end of the day he was burned to death.

But he was chosen by the Virgin Liana. Immortalized, he appears before the demon god, whether burned or burned by Megidoflame. The Evil God feared Kuga, a man of unfailing courage, no, and barbarity.

Each time the cat human played an instrument and raised the battle to see death. When will Cat Human and Kuga only get to know each other and be liked by Kuga unilaterally?

Then mankind was caught up to the end of the further east, and the defeat was finally confirmed.

In the meantime, Nekocht and Kuga make their last contact a few days before the Demon King's Army, led by the Evil God, reaches a complete victory.

Kuga hailed Jeremiah as a beauty, regretted that she couldn't save him, and wished Nekocht Beretoto just to live. Then he said he and Jeremiah would be saved.

The cat human who remembers that time now realizes even more serious possibilities after 300 years.

To the fact that the sane demon king and the black ghost couga were in hidden contact, and that Jeremiah could not have made her sane appearance appear to Beretoto, the possibility that she had been wished to live instead.

With the victory now in place, the Demon King disappeared, and the Demon King's army was defeated in a very human battle of agitation. The man called the Holy King had also disappeared sometime later than in the world.

A cat that will never die. It had already been decided from the day it was wished for by the Demon King and the Holy King to be called so.

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Bandit Cat Human's Oriental Viewing Remarks

Hurry foot home and violin

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28-1 Rushing Home and Separation Inquiries

"Not now, but I seem to have even served an extra story. Well... this is the truth about the Holy King Kuga, whom I know, and his enemies."

By the end of the conversation, it was already the night and the time the owl was squeaking.

It will be parenting season, so wild birds at night will be busy with something.

"He was the one who didn't like it... but he was the one who needed to be objective. Only weak I resented his good intentions for being cocked..."

"Interesting story... awkward monks want to thank themselves for choosing to accompany me on this journey, very interesting..."

"Thank you, I'll tell my sons what I'm talking about. And Master Beretoto, then we are really, really descendants of the Holy King...?

Is the oil about to run out, or in a dark lamp lit room I hang the demon king's inverse cross over my fingers.

The brilliance of rust-free silver reflected sparklingly, and there was some emotion that I could finally regain, or it was unceasingly noble and beautiful.

"The opposing Eleven people will be fake. I made it look like this, because I had a replica sealed. This is what the vanishing Demon King was wearing."

I wrapped them in a soft cloth and stored them safely in the pouch. Because this is how I finally finished paying the price.

I want to take this platinum reverse cross and amber brooch back to hiding quickly and keep it safe.

Never let anyone use the Demon King again. Even one of those possessions is never going to happen again.

"Even as a French country, this is a happy confirmation of the fact. Either way, the fact is that the Holy King was a hero. And if that Holy King Kuga brought him to life, then he deserves credit."

"Huff, if you think about what you're going to say... maybe I'm lying, right?

"I'm not lying, I believe you...!

"No, the old man wants to tell the truth about history. You can't serve your purpose if you lie, can you?

"Thank you, thank you, Dear Beretotto. We'll live with pride tomorrow. You're as strong as your ancestors."

My lord and investigator Batavia have since rapped and shared their thoughts on the old story.

But mine is about the limit of the boost. The power of the sleep was diminishing and I was getting completely sleepy.

Yeah, well, by the time I thought about it, my consciousness was already flying, and if I woke up from a distant dream when I was happy, it seemed to be before noon the next day.

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Batavia was waiting for me to wake up.

They say that with my power, you can travel as fast as the wind, while reducing horse fatigue, so you can stay with me until I'm on my way home.

So we drove northwest through the Free City Zone to the border of the Kingdom of Panagium.

I made it a journey for half a day, and by the time I arrived, it was past noon.

Unfortunately, that's where we break up.

From here she will go to her country in the northeast, and I will also stop in Lehum in the west, and return with a souvenir.

"I'd love to give you a lift to Lehm, but it's about time the Awkward Monk got back to his country. Do something for yourself later."

"It's too much for you to walk me this far. Thank you for your help, Mr. Batavia."

She has a bad eye, but she loved Manju.

I will descend from the reed horse and look up to the priest on the horse.

"Never mind, this is part of the investigator's job"

"If that's the case, if there's anything you can do to help on the forest side of Lehum or the demon world, please also tell Priest Holt. We'd be happy to help. Anyway, thanks to you, I finally got it back."

If I take all the artifacts back, the Demon King may return to me.

Impossible wishes and assumptions have given me a false sense of happiness.

Yeah, I know there's no way that such a convenient miracle can happen.

"And that statue of the onion goddess?

"Oh... Actually, there was someone who wanted this. Please spill it."

"Okay, let's just say we didn't see it. Then it's a deal I made on my own, now the Awkward Monk doesn't talk. Um, bye..."

"Yeah, I'll see you around. While we live with each other."

My bow seems to be madam old fashioned of Lehum.

Turning it carefully towards Batavia, I turned my back to hurry back to my daughter. Daughter... Mmm, daughter...?

"It's a job like this, I'm not sure I can live longer than that. But... Awkward Monk is glad to have traveled with him, no, honestly, it was a lot of fun"

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"A whistling cat, 300 years of living history itself, next time you see me, tell me an old story to the awkward monk again, and I'd like an interesting one if I could. Bye."

"... No, excuse me, just one last question, may I ask?

I had missed the key part from Batavia.

That's my daughter, my daughter.

"Hmm, I don't mind that..."

That was as insignificant as possible and I needed to hear it not to be felt.

But I was anxious for her reply, and I was inquiring early in the arrow. It was a very important question.

"In Edward Pattington, did you have a wife (...)......?

"Oh, you're talking about him"

Confidential about Mr. Edward, Batavia comes next to me with horses inverted.

Then I asked him why I asked him this question, and he showed me his mundane face, and then he answered me.

"My wife must have died of an epidemic."

It was shock or sympathy, and somehow I felt like my chest could be tightened.

After all, Mr. Edward was trying to bring his wife and children back to life.

"Before you disappeared."

"Oh yeah, it would be one end of the cause. He lost his place in life."

"So do you know the names of your wife and children?

"That's a weird question. Does the name of the dead matter a long time ago?"

I was still in too much of a hurry to ask.

A woman with three white eyes looks down at a cat from her horse, as she leans over me in her head. Still I want to know.

"Yes very much. This is like backup."

"I wonder what that supports. Well, I can't remember my wife's name, but the kid can tell. A girl."

"What is the child's name?"

I'm sure you'll miss my long absence.

I want to go home soon, take the souvenirs I want, and return to the peaceful and peaceful hiding Nyanish.

Batavia, who follows in the footsteps of Edward Pattington, has answered my puzzling question.

"Patia."

The cat immediately returns her tease.

I knew it. This was corroborated and I knew that name would come up......

I choose to turn my back, even if I may be somewhat suspicious, before a deep upset still appears on my face that I cannot conceal.

"That's a terrible story, Patia said there were only five."

I'm not sure if he's in person.

But a daughter named Patia, she said, had been young and dead more than twenty years ago.