Maou Gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta

"Phew...... does it still hurt? Lilith."

"Uh... not yet, a little"

"Right. My witchcraft is hard to heal. Sorry."

"No, I'm fine. I'd appreciate it if you could treat me. Thank you."

"No, I didn't do anything to thank you."

After some therapeutic magic, me and Lilith were having such conversations.

Even though it is still tentative, once you are in a position to lead the soldiers, the health care of your men will also be a task. It is your duty to leave the injured man alone.

Lilith's arm wounds seem to be blocking up a lot.

Fortunately, that slime wasn't the guy who made it up with that strong sorcery ceremony. If Sephiro had meant it, he would have made it slime enough to invade the earth, wither its roots, and create a barren earth in the moment it was summoned. Regardless, if you touch your body, you cannot avoid fatal injuries with the Demon Clan.

I just didn't set that kind of livestock difficulty, that's all.

"Um... does Master Ike do this so well because I'm in the troop leader class?

"I'm not making it special. You may be the captain of the unit, but you may be a soldier, but it doesn't matter. I told you. I will not abandon my people."

"... is that right..."

"? What's wrong with that?

"Yes, no. Nothing."

"I hope so..."

The treatment is over, and the march resumes with a transmission to the rear of the line.

As soon as I walked out, Lilith had been holding my left arm down disappointingly.

The feeling is very different from that of raw, whether it is because you are wearing tight bodyline clothing. Though Sephiro has lost, my arm is pinched in the valley of his busty chest.

Warm, bouncing feel.

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My back shivers unexpectedly when I see Lilith with a nose twirl.

I knew there was something, like this, chills that made me carry troubles...

"It's perfect for Lilith's sister, Ike's husband. Is that Ho's letter from earlier?

"Oh, that's silly, Giron! It's not like that!

"You don't have to light it up. Come on. When I met my wife, I thought she wasn't even very cute, but now it's hard to leave her side."

"Huh? You, you were a wife belligerent?

"Yeah, that's right, sir. I also have six children."

Indicated by the number of fingers, I had the feeling that I was surprised.

I didn't know this little cunning, little orc had a daughter-in-law...... I guess that's a sarcastic odd daughter-in-law. "Take care of your daughter-in-law," said Giron, "come on, of course," with his chest stretched.

For that matter, I've been clinging to my robe for a while now and I'm shaking.

Honestly, I'd like you to step aside.

Forget it - we'll keep going, we'll keep going through the labyrinth.

As for the kind of trap, I was tired of seeing it. Sephiro was also having trouble setting up, all the magic ceremonies of the Fireball that could easily be prevented by the Barriers, and the pitfalls dug halfway through, the traps became more and more troublesome.

Breaking through the cluttered trap with Clairvoyance, and proceeding with exasperation.

In the labyrinth, which Locke had never seen before without illuminating it with "Light," I saw a fuzzy light.

"Oh, something's bright over there, sir! Could it be Sephiro's workshop? ⁉"

"That's a good chance.... Giron, don't get out too far ago. Three steps from there, step on it and you'll find the Fireball Demon Square."

Saying, Giron was rushing back and grabbing my robe with both hands.

Well, I'm lying.

Relax and take Giron's three steps ahead, going back.

…………

Unexpectedly, I'm out of line.

It was, indeed, Sephiro's workshop and place of thought.

Unlike previous labyrinths, high ceilings, open spaces, as if they were blowing through near the ground. There are a number of shelves arranged along the walls, some like desks. Was it unnecessary, I'm left with some paperwork. The bright part is that from the far elevated ceiling hangs stones with the magical ceremony of "Light". I scratched out the magic of the Light on my fingertips and looked around.

This is the workshop of that black witch Sephiro?

I couldn't help but twist my neck.

"Is this the workshop? You're more scattered than I thought. No, this is more than scattered..."

"Oh, you're desolate"

Lilith was right, it was unexpected.

Documents were scattered, desk-like wreckages were seated, and workshops with large scratches engraved on walls and floors seemed to be truly 'desolate'.

It doesn't mean I like Sephiro pretty. The magician's workshop is well-organized and natural. For a leading magician, even letters can be magical ceremonies. Even paperwork and running writing are worthwhile sorcery books. I won't leave that alone because I stopped using it.

That's what Cephiro taught me, and that's what Grandpa practiced.

That's why I couldn't help but be surprised. This is the workshop where things are scattered all the time.

"Yes, sir! Oh, my God, Ike's husband."

As I twisted my neck, Giron, who was lying next to me, shouted and showed a bare gesture of glancing over the workshop.

Oh, man, I told you not to leave too long ago. You forgot you were duped by my lies earlier, Giron's got your head in the middle of the workshop.

"What the hell, Giron? What's the big deal?"

"Why is my husband so calm ⁉ It's weird, this guy is weird! It doesn't matter what you think!

So, what is it?

"The dragon! There's no dragon."

With his hands wide open, Giron shouts up as if to mourn.

There's no dragon.

You're absolutely right. If you look around, you don't even see the dot on the dragon. A living dragon, of course, even its corpse.

I was surprised as if it were a desolate workshop, but it's more important that there's no dragon. All this time, Giron is right.

"How much will you do, sir?" If you don't, you're going to fail your mission!

"Take it easy, Giron, you're being rude.... but it's certainly strange. Dear Sephiro, was I even throwing up in a lie? There was no dragon from the beginning."

"No, you don't."

"... how can you say all that?

I don't have to wait for Lilith to say anything, and I can deny that possibility.

"I don't care if I'm alone, it's because he doesn't have a reason to fool these numbers of demons. Even the Legion Leader is not free. You can't face the same Legion Leader or Demon King if you move this size of Demon Clan just for fun."

"Hmmm...... that's true. But then why?"

"... there are three things I can think of."

① The body of the dragon is no longer rotten.

② The dragon broke through the underground labyrinth and escaped.

③ This is a fake workshop and the real thing is in a different place.

First of all, the most unlikely is ②. There's no way I can get into that narrow underground labyrinth with a dragon figure. Wyburn still can't do it with a dragon.

The next impossible is ①. Dragon scales, epidermis, and bones are very tough. Even if it's gone corrupt, it should still have at least about a bone. In previous life, even dinosaurs remained only bones as fossils. Even humans still had only skeletons, even if buried in volcanic ash. Biological bones don't go away that easily.

Does that mean there is a good chance that ③...?

"No, it's hard to think about that too..."

Even now, I can tell because I looked at it in Clairvoyance on the road to the end of the road that I didn't go on. There was no such open space other than here.

No way. In the corner of a cramped cave, I wasn't working on magic studies. I would have needed some space to perform the ritual, and I can't think of a workshop other than here.

Then why isn't there a dragon?

What are the possible possibilities?

Thoughtfully, he gazed into the universe as he looked up to heaven. If you do that, you won't see the sky at the bottom of this dark land.

- Huh, I saw that.

of the dark, invisible ceiling, beyond it.

Kirali, and something reflected the light.

... No way, is there anything? To the ceiling.

"... will you make sure..."

I cast the Wand of a Circular Snake, and I cast the magic of Fireball.

The fireballs scatter and fly across the ceiling at a tremendous rate.

Dark ceilings, the Fireball lit up brightly.

That's where I was.

"Oh, hey, what the heck!?

"Back off, Giron! It's dangerous there!

Give instructions to Giron.

What I saw in his eyes as I looked up at the ceiling - was an alien demon.

No, I'm not even sure if it's a demon.

What the hell is that?

Shake a shattered, hole-filled wing.

With a huge cavity, dragging her gut.

My vain eyes make me stare.

It was - it had changed, but, sure, it was a dragon.

It was the dragon that completely turned the decaying body into a zombie that brought it down to the corner of the workshop.