Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha

When Singh delivered the treasure sword Ayre Alou to his sheath, he drew a magic formation and put his hand at its center.

Jijijijiji, and the particles of magic swirl on the spot, making intense noises.

The blade of that demon sword, pulled out and dewy, shines so cold that it cools to the bottom.

The name is Cutting Sword Deltroz.

The devil's sword of the blades, with a sharp blade that, if touched, will be cut off and a curse that will devour the magic of the user.

Of the thousand swords that Singh possesses, he is the sword with the greatest power of a single blow.

"Hmm. I'm ready to be half-baked, and I can't pull that out"

Singh does not answer my question and lowers the severing sword Deltroz sloppily.

Sin, transformed into a sword body, had no minute's gap, and those two eyes looked straight at me.

"Let's ask."

Strong, speak to him.

"Singh. What do you fight for?

For a moment, he lays down his eyes and asks back.

"Did you know?

I also need to ask you now what it is.

"Oh. I followed you now, I've just seen you two thousand years ago. What I don't know is why you're pointing the blade at me now."

I went on to utter words to Singh, who looked at me silently.

"Avos Dilhevia will perish. But let's help Mass. That settles everything. That's why I came back 2,000 years ago."

"... I'm sure you would say that."

The battle will not disappear from Singh's demonic eye.

If you get out of your mind, Deltroz's blow will hit me in the next moment, too.

"Why did you raise Avos Dilhevia? I'm not so narrow as to know why and blame my subordination."

Staggering my gaze, but I tell Singh.

"I can't blame you. If I had been there, I would have ordered the same thing you did. You haven't changed a moment since 2,000 years, you're my right arm."

"This is an extra, generous word. That's the Demon King of Atrocities. I admit, I am the owner of the fierce sword of the slayer."

Singh walks loosely over here.

"If you still approve of me as your subordinate, please have mercy on me at the end of the day."

Unconsciously, quietly, he said.

"Continue that night. We risk each other's lives, and I want to challenge you"

I don't know what that means, not me.

So much so that Singh is not arrogant or a man who doesn't know his strength that he thinks he can beat the Devil King of Atrocities.

His wish is only one.

"Do you want death?"

"I am the right arm of the Demon King. Not now, not ever. There's no way they'll ever talk about it except you."

One step outside of the breaking sword Deltroz's interval, Singh stopped pitifully.

"For two thousand years, in the shadows, we have protected Mass. Turning her sword to Master Anos so that rumors of a tyrannical demon king could not cease, her true body finally woke up. If you're here, Mass has already been saved."

Slight, gentle spills from cold eyes.

"... I've lost everything. As a sword to wave, the pride of being faithful to you, as well as the slight heart of this breast that you gave me. Even the love that I thought did arise spilled out of this palm of my hand. I guess I couldn't grasp anything more than this, the sword..."

I even lost my heart, Singh says.

But there was so much sorrow from its cold voice that it was overflowing.

"I wanted to make my wife happy. She kept pouring love on me. But everything was for nothing. There was a hole in this vessel that was uninhabited. No matter how hard you pour, it's a void that never fills."

Pale Sin says.

Inorganic words seep into my thoughts of just slashing myself.

"Since then, I've traveled. Dillhayd, Azesion, visit various places, and, ears. Mother of the Spirit alone, who has merciful the Spirits, smiles constantly, rumors of her full of mercy. How many times?"

The legacy of the Great Spirit Leno remained two thousand years later.

I have long been told that there must be such a spirit somewhere, from son to grandson, from grandson to offspring.

That, I'm sure, is like a gaga.

"... if you don't love me without love, if I don't ask for love etc..."

Eyes down, he bites his back teeth.

"She's still somewhere in the land..."

As Singh raised her face, she stepped inside between swords without hesitation and walked to my sight.

"For two thousand years, I have come to redeem myself by exposing myself to shame."

Singh kneels softly and holds the sword body of Deltroz with both hands.

As it was, I offered the pattern in front of me.

I'll take the Devil's Sword.

"How about the end, my lord?"

He drips his head like a plea.

"With your hands. May these empty days come to an end"

Two thousand years ago, more than anyone, I gave my allegiance to this me, right arm of the Demon King.

Even if I don't blame you, Singh herself, who is nothing else, knows it's betrayal.

He sought love, betrayed by love, and lost everything.

He turned his blade to the Lord and even disobeyed his roots as a demonic sword.

I guess what remained of that chest was literally, just empty.

For the past two thousand years, he has lived alone, emptiness in his chest.

To keep my promise to Leno.

Just for that.

To this day I punished myself.

How much pain was swirling in Singh's heart that day of the Devil's Sword Games, wearing a mask and appearing before me?

I couldn't even reveal who he was, and he pointed a blade at me.

It was such a great sin to Singh that it was difficult to replace anything else.

Until he disobeyed his pride and conviction, he wished.

Protecting Mass.

Keeping your last vows with the crushed Leno.

And it's already been fulfilled.

Because this me standing in front of Singh.

The tyrannical demon king is here.

"Sin, my loyal servant."

Take the Devil's Sword and gently tap your left and right shoulders as you welcome him downward again.

"For two thousand years, you've lived hell well. I'm proud of you."

Stick the Cutting Sword Deltroz to the floor.

He still has the emptiness of the day he lost Leno, as he was then.

Two thousand years, all the time.

In that tragedy.

Returning my heel, I took a few steps, a distance from Singh.

"Remember the promise?

Singh stood up and gently held the severing sword.

With his half-hearted body, he looks at me with his demonic eye.

"Take this right arm. At the end of the day, regain your hold as a sword and sleep in peace. I'll send you to the same place as her."

"There is nothing like a journey to the land of Yellow Springs. Dear Anos, I thank you very much for your mercy."

Shin, and the neighborhood calms down.

The magic of the man with the Devil's Sword disappeared.

Synchronizing the Devil's Sword and its body, Sin, united in roots, exhales small.

"Cut off the sword - the secret is three,"

I suck magic, the Devil's Sword of the Curse, Deltroz...

Its secrets allow its own roots to be absorbed by the sword and turned into blades.

It's a cursed move that reduces the lifespan of the roots, but now Sin doesn't stay with it.

This is the end of the line - if it were to be, it would have given Deltroz all of its roots.

Cold enough to tremble, unimaginably beautiful, the Cutting Sword Deltroz turned into an uncluttered supernormal blade.

"It's a sword of the Spirit, crafted with my whole life."

"Hmm. Bye."

Gently put your right arm forward and point your back of your hand at Singh.

"Try it."

The center of gravity of the sin rests slightly on the right foot.

There is no small work. He would challenge me head-on, and slash and tear my right arm.

With all that life, at the end of the day, it was just a swing of a sword.

"Coming."

Sin kicks the ground and its body flashes.

It was so fast that I couldn't even see it in my eyes, but my demon eyes were burning the way the man was coming straight at me.

A sophisticated, useless act shook up the broken sword and swung it down my right arm.

Sin's body wraps around a light, pitch-black light.

It's the last gleam, the roots crumble.

Its dying body exerts more power than any living person in exchange for life.

The most powerful swordsman of the Demon clan and the powerful swordsman will throw everything to the top of the distant sword for the first time.

It was a miracle business.

…………

But still...

Even with all that spirits, I can't drop my right arm.

You can't lose this arm.

"Don't slash me, Sin. Risk your life."

The broken sword that has been swung down has eaten into my arms and the blade has reached the bone.

But I did take it.

"... it doesn't extend, it's something..."

Somewhere sad, he leaks words.

"No, the right arm of the Demon King risked his life. Then there's no way you can drop this arm."

Sin put his hand away from the pattern so that he could weaken.

At the earliest opportunity, no power is even left to hold the sword.

"So why didn't you slash it?

There was no reply, and he stared at my demonic eye.

"Because you tried to be a demon. I refused to let that heart be a sword."

Singh doesn't answer.

It's like you've decided your heart, you just turn your cold eyes on me.

"I lived two thousand years with emptiness. Exposing your life to shame, you must have seen hell. Still, there's nothing more cruel than ordering you to live."

Sometimes death is more salvation than anything else.

There are as many rolls in the world as there are, such as things that are more painful than perishing.

"It is mercy at least to give you guidance from your hands to your wretched subordinates. I'm not a man who doesn't know how to pity those who seek salvation and survive to this day to hell again."

I pulled out the severed sword that I devoured in my arms, so that I could crush that sword body, and I snapped it.

"Two thousand years ago."

Pouring the magic of the root magic into the demon sword, Singh fell on both knees on the spot, like a threaded puppet.

I will absorb the root of the severed sword from the broken tip and return it to the sin.

So I said to him, lying on the floor.

"I have a father in this day and age"

I found my mouth naturally loose.

"What a miserable man. Instead of exposing life to shame, life itself is a shameful person. But, Sin."

Just trying to tell the truth as it is, I said.

"Still, I don't mind. My father loves me. Whenever you make fun of any fool, that's the only fact that makes no difference. And that's the most important thing. Even if my father was at the bottom of hell, and I still can't find the means to save him from it."

Clearly, tell Singh.

Not as a demon king, but as one child, with a kind parent.

"I can't tell you how proud I am to let you die."

Slightly, Sin moves his face.

His eyes were definitely pointed at me.

"I want you to live. Even trying to expose life to shame. As my father, I want you to talk to me. No matter how painful it is, I don't want you to die."

In front of Singh, I gently offered my hand.

"Live, Sin. Are you going to take your father from Mass?"

Singh grips his fist all the time.

In his cold eyes, I felt the light dwell slightly.

"Even if the world is hell, you still have to live. You must seek love. Not until Mass tells you you can die if you don't want it."

Sin shivers her lips.

"... she took me..."

And so he said, with a threatening voice as if he had squeezed it out.

"... with his father, will you admit..."

"Who is my father but you? Who the hell are you, not my father, who threw everything at me to save that life?"

To that word, Singh silences.

I drew a magic formation and pulled a demon sword out of it.

Plunder sword Giglionojes, pierce the floor.

"Mass always watched half the Devil's Sword you gave him. I can't say anything, he said it was a message from my father. I'm sure he'll pick me up, so I think my father told me to wait."

Putting a lot of effort into his arms, he tries to wake himself up.

"... two thousand years have passed and there is nowhere else to be found…"

It was like a possession had fallen.

"My lord, you've grown stronger, tougher, and kinder before."

That's what I said, and Singh did grab my hand.