Maou Gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta

"Son of a bitch! This is unbearable!

To make it not easy to unravel, the whole orc tied with a rope that had written the sorcery ceremony screamed bitterly so.

Around him are tied the faces of a third legion that has surrendered in the same way. All the time, his stomach is dented and his cheeks are pounding. Though only for a week, the torture of not eating enough and being shown the sight of delicious food and alcohol seems to have been quite enjoyable. I'm sure they're more hungry than they should be.

I gave Lilith and Giron instructions to behave like cooks to those who had surrendered.

It's not about feeling sorry for them. This is also to elicit information.

A third legion that successively surrenders, but there is no figure of Domus, the chief among them. Still, he keeps escaping this temptation. If you are just the mastermind of the rebellion, you can't just be warm. To get his information, the best shortcut was to behave like a long-awaited dish to break the mouth of the third legion.

"Look, this is what you want, right?

"Ah, ah. Ku, let me eat, let me eat whatever you want already! I haven't eaten almost anything in two days! I'm starving and dying!

"Hmmm, I can just feed you......... we have a lot to know now..."

"Talk! I'll tell you everything! So, let me eat that. Huh!

Lilith is interrogating a united oak opponent while letting him dance hollow the meat he stabbed at the fork. When she, the Succubus, speaks such a disgusting dialogue, she wonders where the hell such a system store is.

Originally, s/he felt strong, and the interrogation was successfully conducted. Oak is cheeky with his meat in tears. And Lilith snorted with satisfaction and walked toward me.

"No, it's fun. Interrogation. I can't believe a good adult would talk about anything so pitifully because he wants mine......... oh, pleasant. It's going to be a habit."

"Enough to play, huh? It's not even a joke if you bought objections and they grabbed you for false information. And don't say it weird. Say it weird."

"That's it, I'll add and subtract. - The information I just got out says it's almost a mussel in the castle already. Is the domus of the qi bone between the thrones?"

"Right."

"Dear Ike, now is the time to attack. Now that the enemy is isolated and helpless, shouldn't we put a piece on it at once?"

"If you're saying Domus is alone, you're certainly right. All right, Lilith, come with me. Meet Domus in person and recommend surrender"

"Er. Don't you ever bat there? The feast is fun, but a little indigestible. After all, it is only through the bloody battlefield that the battle will take place."

"If it's done peacefully, I've never been over it. Anyway, let's go."

"Wait, it's Ike. I'll accompany the rest."

It was Dilocuten, the Demon King, who stopped me trying to get into the castle.

The face of the third legion, which is tied up, is also blinded by the Demon King, who appeared refreshed on the spot.... Speaking of which, I wouldn't have met the Demon King if I hadn't been the brigade leader of the 7th Legion for a while. For the soldiers at the end, the appearance of the Demon King would have been unfamiliar. Everyone was peeling their eyes at the way it would have been more luxurious than they thought.

"Demon King, are you saying you can come with me?

"It is the rest of the throne that has been taken. Would it make sense for the rest to get it back?

"But it's dangerous. The demon king hasn't healed his wounds yet. There's a chance that Domus will be after you as his last resistance."

"I don't mind. Anything else that carries the name of the Demon King, I will never delay the same enemy again. Besides, in case more than one dies, that's just what it was destined for. When the rest dies, Ike, I'll leave the rest to you."

"Huh!?

It was Lilith standing right next to me who suddenly shouted. Thanks to that tall voice, my ears kink. Lilith said with her face close to my ear while the pain was still cold.

"Dear Ike, isn't this a chance? If you take the Demon King with me in the castle, Ike will be the Demon King."

Even if I can think of one, I'm compassionate that this girl is stupid in that she talks about it in front of the Demon King.

With a sigh of relief, I turn to the Demon King.

"Okay. If that's all you have to say, let's go together. But be careful, Demon King."

"The only thing that worries me so much about the rest is the many Demon Kings, Ike."

When he laughed, the Demon King rushed into the castle with us.

I'm dressed to show Lilith and me my thoughtful back. In the position of Demon King, naturally there should be many enemies...... that's all they trust about us. I was honestly glad to hear that.

"Dear Ike, now is a good time. Do you just do it off your back for one thought?

"No matter how many times you say it, it's dismissed. The draft. Let's go, Lilith."

"Huh. Yes."

Sincerely tongue-in-cheek, Lilith follows me.

Inside the castle of Azchi, which had been in for a long time, before and after the revolt, there was nothing particularly unusual about it. No stains on the luxurious carpet, no noticeable scratches on the walls or ceiling. It just didn't seem to be activated right now, just a gimmick where the room placement was randomly replaced, which was set up in the castle of Dborberg.

Without straying, the Demon King thrusts on his throne. Me and Lilith will follow suit.

- One thing bothered me.

The girl running in front of me - even when it comes to the girl, I don't actually know the age of the Demon King - is the rebirth of Nobunaga Oda, once said to be the strongest warlord in the warring kingdom.

When it comes to Nobunaga Oda, he is also famous for his numerous betrayed warlords. Even that final period was betrayal by subordinates. She thought she was twice naïve when it came to rebellion.

But just like in Basteo, this time she was betrayed.

And I suffered a painful wound.

... what would allow her to betray twice so easily when she lost her life by betrayal?

Will you repeat the same mistake of getting your men to scratch your sleeping neck?

Mostly, something's wrong in the first place. Will he set up a leader who will betray the Third Legion, who is no longer a leader because of betrayal?

... Something, I think there's a back.

It's odd that the Wound of the Curse was engraved on the Devil King's body. I listened to Sephiro, but only the high-ranking Immortals can use The Curse. But Domus is a demon clan that ranks low among the immortals, called Taxim.

Something catches me.

- Running with that in mind, I suddenly went out into a large room.

Shiny and brilliant chandeliers on the ceiling. The carpet is even more luxurious, with high stairs in front of it.

At the top of it was its appearance, so that it could fit on the throne.

"I see you again - it's Domus."

"Hih...!

In the words of the Demon King, the man sitting on the throne turns himself over.

He's the head of the 3rd Corps, Domus the Skeleton.

As a taxim, he looks like a standard, rotten skeleton. What wraps around the body is this once again a worn down, qualitative cloth, which does not look very much like the title of Legion Leader. The only thing I can carry is a sword wave that seems difficult to handle that is as long as my height.

No, I guess the reason he looks like the Legion Leader and all that is because the trick stinks of trinkets.

He was overtly frightened by the demon king.

He shrunk himself, shaking as he shrugged. I don't think very much of a rebel mastermind.

"The rest of the throne, I came to have it returned. The price of betrayal, you'll be ready."

"Oh, no... Oh, uh, forgive me..."

"You idiot! Don't be a wolf. You have inflicted a terrible wound on the Demon King, have you forgotten his track record!

Between the thrones, a voice sounded high.

I remember that voice.

I once opposed the Lord of the same voice at Demon King's Castle in Dborberg.

"... No way"

"Hmm? Hmm, did you still rely on that one? Long time no see, kid."

He called me Kid, and he laughed.

That 's--

"Basteo... why are you here!?

Do you hear the demon king or not, at that moment?

Domus wore a basteo with only his neck on its head, waving a great sword and flying away.