Levelmaker

Chapter 168: The Contract Is Not Established

"So... I... to save El... betrayed the kingdom of Mephirado"

Herrell said that with regret.

"Heh, yeah. I didn't know the story we knew was like that. Hmm... you look like someone I know."

"He betrayed his country, too?

Gilmers shakes his neck to the side of the question.

"No, it's about thinking about them. He lost the system of slavery itself from this country in order to free one slave."

"Well... that's awesome unlike me... he saved a lot of people when he said it was about thinking of the same others. But I... in the end..."

Herrell, again, wept in his eyes.

Regrettably, she also has lips.

"Surely, you betrayed your country not to be forgiven as a brave man, huh? But..."

"But...?

Herrell and Gilmers silenced each other for a moment, but Gilmers starts talking again.

"As a person... I don't think I'm wrong."

"... well..."

Herrell slowly closes his lid, as if looking back emotionally to the present.

"I... I wonder what I should have done"

I don't know.

When Gilmers answered, smoke stood up from nowhere around him.

And the smoke gradually creates the shape of a person. Mephistophales.

"You lost... Mr. Lucifueil, no, Mr. Herrell"

Unlike the previous Mephistophales, Lucifer thought so, saying it was a strangely humane way of speaking.

"That magic... you're an executive too, aren't you?

With that said, Gilmers set his sword against Mephistophales.

The struggle between Gilmers and Lucifer is over, and the others who were in despair set up their weapons.

"Yes, but now I'm not here to fight, let me talk to this man for a second."

That being said, Mephistophales takes the paper out of nowhere.

Gilmers and those around him stopped standing. Maybe it's because I felt the taste was serious from Mephistophales.

"Mr. Lucifer, you know what I mean?

"Ah......"

Without trying to move anywhere in his body, Herrell answers with a potpourri.

Seeing how it was, Mephistophales nodded and tore the paper.

"Now you will die. One of the terms of the contract," You can't beat the human race. "

"I know."

"Really..."

Mephistophales abruptly bowed his head toward Herrell.

"Actually... I have something to apologize to you for"

"What...?

"My ability to contract won't bring man back to life... in fact, if I were to bring your beloved back to life, I would have brought him back to life as a demon"

"Well... let's..."

Herrell, who was so told, but loosened his mouth niggly.

Everyone is laughing at it.

That laugh, for some reason, looks happy.

"Either way... I couldn't... and now I'm not even willing to get mad to know that"

"Really...... but this is an apology from me"

When Mephistophales laid his hands on the ground, a black shadow formed there.

Um, it looks just like the shadow when you're invoking demons.

From there, the body of one woman emerged.

That's what El is.

It's as if it's a lie that it's a corpse 300 years old, and if you look at it, you'll look asleep.

And Mephistophales lifted the body, and put it to sleep right next to Herrell lying down.

"Because it's the last...? Mephistophales, you... you had that personality?

"No, you and I have something in common. It's a late service."

"Right..............."

Herrell embraced Elle's body.

and at the same time the feathers as lucifueil disappear.

Those around them realized that they no longer felt the magic, one more thing… that Herrell was dead.

____ Mephistophales caught wide angles by unusual and laughed.

That would answer as usual if anyone who knows Mephistophales saw it.

"Come on! All but me executives are dead!

Even though it's about the allies, Gilmers asks Mephistophales, who seems happy to have a plan.

"What do you mean? You."

"Hmm? Well, you don't understand, but it's definitely going to be interesting!

That being said, more and more Mephistophales' bodies smoke.

Gilmers was slaughtered, but the attack was prevented by a sickle.

"Shit..."

Mephistophales continues to laugh.

Everyone became smoke and had already scattered somewhere.

And when I left, I snapped one meaningful word, a potpourri.

Most of all, no one could hear that.

"Finally, I can go home! Almost there..."