Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

If you leave Midhayes for a little southwest, there is a small high hill with a view of the city.

At the top of it, in the best part of the view, there was a certain, unusual sight.

I have a sword. There's also a spear. There were bows, axes, and canes.

On the hill, a narrow area and a lot of weapons protruded.

All of it is a tomb mark.

Since I became the Demon King and led the army, those who died in the war have been worshipped here as cemeteries.

We are all doomed, and neither resuscitated nor reincarnated at the earliest.

"It wasn't in a magical time..."

Misha squeaks.

"I visited once in two thousand years, too, but I guess they cleaned it up. There were traces of it magically moving."

She leans down and thinks something.

"... Midhaze has a palace dedicated to the war dead. Made a thousand years ago from the magical age."

I see.

Maybe it was transferred there.

"These swords and spears are not magic. In the wilderness, it must be because there are no tomb marks."

I don't fix it with magic, because that's my lesson to the dead. Even if the weapon decays, it remains there.

The older the magic resides. It is thus told that by making a tomb mark with a weapon that has no magic, the doomed will come back to life someday. Regardless, I'm not sure if it's true.

For he that perisheth shall rise again, it shall be a long time. We have a world, and a far longer time than we have today. We can't prove it to anyone yet.

Common sense does not resurrect those whose roots have perished. But there's no way to make sure this isn't possible.

Or maybe it was salvation, found by the demonic ancestors.

"There was."

Misha points to the back of the cemetery.

I saw an old hall quite far away.

That literal inscription on the wall would have aledmade there.

But you can't go right away.

"You got a second?

That's all you perceived of my mind, Misha nodded with a stiff nod.

Step out loose and I walk in front of countless grave markers.

You can't do better than come here.

"You know what, Misha"

She's beside me, sighted by the grave markers in the same way.

"I couldn't protect all these people."

I knelt on the spot.

For peace, they are dead.

My dreams fascinated me, and they all fought me till I perished.

The more loyal they are, the more they have passed away.

I couldn't protect it.

I still didn't have enough power.

I had to be strong.

To win peace. To mask irrationality. To end the tragedy.

To respond to their thoughts as they died in the middle of their aspirations.

I reigned in this land as the Demon King for a peaceful future that will surely come some day, whether it be called tyranny or brutality.

Still, no matter how much power you hold and try to extremes the magic, the lives of those who have already perished will not be returned.

"There's good news for everyone."

I bow my head to beg forgiveness, and I tell my men who are not here now.

"Peace has come true. Be proud. We won."

By all means, is it a victory?

No matter what you tell the doomed, all the emptiness is solicited.

"Well done. You've fulfilled your vows."

Grave markers must be in this place.

We swore together, their souls are asleep on this hill.

One day, when peace came, he set a tomb on a beautiful spot so that he could watch the city of Midhaze.

As it were, it was supposed to stay here, but it's not what I think it is.

With two thousand years, there is nothing unchanged.

"I'm sorry. I couldn't fulfill my vows."

Stronger, the lighter I control everything in the world, the more I could have saved their lives, too.

"White Flowers"

Misha adds a circle of flowers to each and every grave mark with the magic of Creative Architecture (Ives).

She knelt next to me.

"Face up."

Misha whispered softly.

"I'm sure I don't want to see the demon king lean down"

Hearing the words, I slowly looked up.

"Guys, I want to see my face"

Misha's words stroke her ears gently.

As if you even stroke my heart.

"There's a demon king's face living in peaceful times. That's why they fought for their lives."

"... why do you think so?

Misha pointed her demon eye toward the tomb marker.

"Here, I feel everyone's thoughts linger"

"Do you have the thoughts of the doomed?

Kokuri and Misha nod.

"My heart is still here"

It's pale, but it sounds very soft.

"It's with Anos"

Misha's Devil's Eye peeks into the abyss of her heart. Perhaps after the battle against the Cursed King's subordination, his demonic eyes became more visible.

There's something I can't even see.

"I couldn't bring these people to a peaceful time."

Misha shook her head left and right quietly.

"Saved by the Demon King, they wanted to save the Demon King. I think I wanted a time when you didn't have to be violent."

Still, her pale demon eyes peek into me.

"Misha."

"Mmm."

"What do these people want?

Think about it, then Misha said.

"Give him a laugh"

I thought it was an unexpected dialogue.

"In front of the dead?

"They wanted to know how my you laugh. I wanted to know the face of the Unfought Demon King."

Two thousand years ago, I never laughed.

I meant there was an understanding of laughter.

Often, clowns and tourists were invited to the Castle of the Demon King, and feasts were held.

But maybe they thought I wanted to laugh.

It was something I had no reason to know about back then, but there's certainly nothing I laughed at when I felt like I was reincarnated.

"He was a king who could not draw the thought of his subordination, nor could he do it."

Show them your face straight, I say.

"With your help, I could go to a time of peace."

Reminds me of the magical times.

Boring classes, degenerate magic ceremonies, descendants who don't even recognize me as the Demon King.

What silly, boring, peaceful days when no one dies.

If that were to happen, I wanted to show them that, too.

"Thanks"

In the words, I expressed my gratitude and hard work for my subordination.

I don't know if you're laughing well, but now forgive me.

Get up, I'll stare at the hall behind the cemetery.

"Never in vain"

If we leave Avos Dilhevia alone, there will be another war in Dilheid. In that case, many will lose their lives.

Never again, I can't let you do that.

"You kept me waiting. Let's go."

"Mmm."

With the magic of < Phantom Virtue (Reinell) > and < Hidden Magic (Nazilla) >, he hides his figure and magic, and Misha and I walk to the cemetery hall.

The door was locked.

"Hmm. I see. How does it work to detect an intrusion if you unlock it?"

For the simple and weak magical effect of interlocking, it's hard to notice.

But thanks to the letters on the wall, it was easy to spot.

As I advised, I use the magic of Decay on the door.

Katcha, and made a noise and the lock was removed.

Put your hands on the door and open it slowly.

It's dim inside. Like the exterior, the interior looks pretty old.

The ingredients were dusty and not many were scratched.

Proceeding to the back of the room, there is a stone staircase leading to the basement.

There's nothing else like this, and we're going down the stairs.

The stone wall had a lamp on it, illuminating the area blurred.

Shiitake, kakaka, and I heard a laugh.

"- I was afraid of that. Wasn't it a moment? Hey, Sieg."

It sounds like a pleasant man's voice.

A little further, and there was a demon tribe without a neck, Aldomed the Dead King.

"Though handy, even though it is easy to trump God, that is the right arm of Anos the Demon King. God is invincible, not the Demon King, but under his command!

Even though he has no mouth, Yale Domed is unusually tense and enthusiastic about where he is speaking from.

Hammering at it beside him is a man with brown skin and golden eyes and his hair all back together. You met him once in two thousand years. The Death King's staff, Sieg?

"So how strong is Anos the Demon King? No matter how powerful his enemies are, we still know his bottom! No. You got a bottom or something? Damn, that's great! I think what's great, hey, Sieg?

"I don't know. So, Lord. What are you going to do in the future?

Sieg responded appropriately and asked that question.

"Heavenly Father, God is still in Ahalthern"

"Wouldn't it take a while to recover without your body?

"Exactly. That god is dying. But you also said it was according to plan. It also seems that I went to see the right arm of the Demon King as planned."

Sieg frowns and thinks.

The point is, the alliance is still going on.

"As the Pluto put it, I don't know what a god tribe is. Not really, shouldn't we go in deep?

"Kakaka, it's good because you don't know what you're good at. Does the bottomless mutton serve as the enemy of the demon king Anos, huh? Why don't we leave it to the Scarlet Monument King?"

After a moment of unspoken gaze, Zeke speaks out.

"Ha"

"But the order that begets order, the Heavenly Father God Nousgaria, is so inferior as the enemy of the Demon King. Because he's underestimated that he's not enough to take the Demon King of Atrocities. You think someone who insults his enemies can win the fight?

"No."

"Exactly, you can't win. He won't win, will he? The Demon King of Atrocities is always beyond our imagination. Oh, you can win, you can win this way, etc., and you're already losing when you fall into a cliché. This dying king is different. I know the Demon King will win!

Highly, Yale Domed speaks up.

It's like complimenting me.

"That being said, it's a shame to disappear as it is. The power of God is immense as long as you abandon your heart and realize that you are the enemy of the Demon King."

Sieg pinches the words as Alemade forcefully theorizes.

"God talks about order itself. Isn't that what binds Nousgaria?

"For example, you can replace the existence that controls that order"

Sieg gives a surprise look.

"How?

"It is decided. This dying king will gain the power of God the Heavenly Father. We have a magic ceremony for that."

"... such a thing?

Kakkaka, and Yale Domed laughed off.

"No matter, I can't! Even if it takes two thousand years, it's not what this dying king can do. Magic development is not my field. But if you're the demon king of tyranny, if you had a magic ceremony you studied along the way, wouldn't it be easier to complete it?

The colour of exhaustion floats on Sieg's face.

Whatever you talk about, it'll be to get to my topic.

"Oh, come on, don't get sick of it, Sieg. The Demon King of Atrocities is not about Anos"

"And you said?

"Be the Son of God, the Great Spirit. It is Nousgalia's plan to give birth to the tyrannical demon king Avos Dilhevia"

As annoyed, Sieg made his expression rude.

"Trying to use the plans of the brave Canon?

"Exactly."

"... I mean, with the help of Avos Dilhevia, born in Nousgaria's plan, and taking over Nousgaria?

"In some cases, yes. We must make choices that increase the number of enemies of the most demonic king Anos. That's more troubling than anything."

Kakkaka, Yale Domed makes a laugh.

"Perhaps it is time for a brave man to come into contact with the right arm of his mother, the Great Spirit, and the Demon King. How will the three of them judge what now without the Demon King? Kakaka, isn't that quite a sight?"