Maou Gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta

In a large bath surrounded by luxurious stained glass, alone.

Demon King Dirokten was soaking in the hot tub with his eyes closed. Besides her, there is no shadow. The silence that sounds loud, even the sound of sweat transmitting hair and falling into the hot tub. Not wandering around, Dilocten waited for the wound to heal.

She has a fine face, but the wounds that erode her were always in severe pain.

A normal person would be calling in pain and crying out. It was his pride as the Demon King not to imitate that no one had anything to see but to leave himself to such impulses.

Besides, the pain is worse than when I fled to this mansion.

Thanks to Ike's healing witchcraft and treatment by a magic formation stretched out in the tub.

He is a healing sorcery who blows that he is not good at it, but from the eyes of Dilocten, he didn't seem very good. To the magic of reducing pain, the magic of healing wounds. The multiple stretched magic formations were not drawn by something very bad.

After all, that young man, humility is too much.

It is considered a virtue in humans, especially in Japan, where they lived, but it becomes a shackle in the devil tribe.

How can I push that young man, who has now gone up to the Legion Leader, even higher - Dilocuten was thinking about that, looking at his puffy fingers.

"... though, it's about him. I guess I'm going to raise my medal even if I leave it alone"

When I put it out in my mouth, I see. It also seems like the truth.

I've had my eyes on Ike for a long time, I've had my eyes on him, and I've entrusted him with a difficult task to deal with. And in the meantime, he was showing more activity than he expected.

I'm sure that won't change much from now on.

In the future, that young man could be sitting shoulder to shoulder next to himself. With that in mind, Dilocuten couldn't keep his mouth corner from lifting.

"But that personality... must be none,"

Exhale like you gave up.

Come on, it had been a pretty long bath. My fingers are swollen and wrinkled, and my head is swollen by the feeling of being lifted up. The demonic body is a few steps tougher than a human, but still can't stand hours of bathing.

It would have been over an hour since I took a bath already.

Still, sharp pain that pierces your back is only soothing and won't disappear.

Wound healing is too late for anything. It's odd how it hurts so much, even if it combines so much vitality as to be called the Demon King with Ike's healing witchcraft.

"What...? This wound..."

At the same time as he mouths the question mark, Dilocuten rises.

I want to cool off my lit body a little bit. That's what I thought.

At that timing, the ragged and doors opened casually.

"Hmm? Oh, demon king, you're in a good mood."

It was Sephiro, the commander of the 7th Corps, who showed up.

She said it was a bathroom, but she was dressed the way she always was. On clothes with a wide open chest, a big hat. When she saw her smile on her mouth, Dilocuten felt a tingle.

The Demon King Army is never a single rock.

Power is everything to the Demons. Follow what is stronger than you, but there is nothing to follow that is weaker. That makes this mad alchemist Sephiro no exception.

For a rebellious Dirokten, everything is equal to the enemy, except a trusted Ike.

Get ready to activate magic.

But Sephiro chuckled when he saw Dilocuten in such a state of collision.

"Rest assured, Demon King. Concubines have no hair, such as intent to betray them. I also heard that Ike had been wounded by the Demon King, so please stop the hostility."

"... what?

"Because the concubine is always on Ike's side. If Ike's guy doesn't betray you, he's on the side of the Demon King, until his concubine follows him. Hey, I didn't tell the 7th Corps face to face about the rebellion. Rest assured."

"... right"

Chip, and made a small noise, Dilocten sank into the hot tub.

With the advent of Cefiro, the liver cooled at once. It's so cold. The temperature of the hot water was so pleasant on the cooled body.

"And I said sympathy......... is that all?

"Is that all? Yeah, I heard you had a long bath, so I brought you some water. How about a drink?"

"... that's all you came all the way here for? The Legion Leader? Alone?"

"I leave my job in the realm to my men, so I'm Yasutai. The trick is to let good men grow up, to some extent."

Saying, Sephiro grabbed hold of the bathroom with his shoes on and approached Dilocuten.

Pour water into the glass you had and serve it to Dilocten. I can't feel the hostility or the work from her smiling. When Dilocten received the glass, he slowly drank the water away.

Cold water stains the core of the body.

The lit body cools at once, and the unspeakable pleasure runs through my back.

"Well, demon king. I'm sorry, but can I see the wound?

"What?"

"We heard from Ike about the demon king's wounds. Something tells me that there are wounds that play healing magic and cannot be healed well…… The concubine is also here to diagnose the wound"

"... um, please"

Dilocten turned his back as Sephiro urged him.

There was a terrible wound on her back, wrapped in something black. "Hmm..." Sephiro examines the wound as he hands on his chin.

Eventually, I woke up with a body that was so glaring that it was going to stick out of my face in the hot tub, Sephiro said.

"This is the Curse."

"The Curse..."

"Yes. It's one of those curseless magic exercised by a high-ranking immortal who cuts off his own life. Magic lingers like a curse on the wound, something that inflicts constant pain. If it's this size, depth, it would be a constant pain to just jump. That's the Demon King."

"Compliments are good. Can you cure it, Sephiro?"

"Can you cure it? But still, you need some rest for a few weeks." The Curse "is a curse-free magic that erodes the guts and the magic itself. In concubine and Ike's healing magic, even if you can accelerate healing, you will not be able to fully heal immediately."

"That's okay. The rest must take back the rest of the castle."

"Oh, is that an impossibility left to Ike? I'm looking forward to seeing what happens to my concubine."

With that said, Sephiro writes a new spell ritual to Ike's written magic formation.

Then the black magic that was creeping against Dilocten's back slowly faded away. Did the pain get somewhat better too, Dilocten exhaled as if relieved.

"By now, Ike would be in the middle of a military debate collecting the faces of the 8th Corps. But..................... no, this is a really difficult thing to do. If I were a concubine, I'd be sure to throw it on the way."

"… but Ike has the power to do the impossible"

Both Cephiro and Dilocuten knew how difficult it was to rule this revolt.

There is no way to show the alliance of kings that continues to stare at each other a gap in attack.

To do this, we must not hurt the castle, nor exhaust the soldiers, nor carry things as if nothing had happened.

It's not the right situation for a demon clan that is good at rough things. The bondage 'Don't Fight' would be very painful for Ike.

But still, Dilocuten says with sure eyes.

"I believe the rest. that Ike will take measures that exceed his remaining expectations."

"Hmm, I'm looking forward to your concubine. I don't know how he's going to turn this situation upside down... because it's great for liquor dishes."

Saying, Sephiro used the magic of Metastasis to summon something at hand.

It was a chessboard.

A luxurious chessboard made of crystals and obsidian. Placing it on the floor, Sephiro didn't even hate the clothes to get wet and sat down on the spot.

"I wonder. For a long bath, one station."

"Um, shall I take it and stand?"

Sephiro and Dilocuten laughing at each other.

When they lined up the pawns, they started fighting with a serious look on their face.