Maou no Hajimekata

"Well, you're a better man than I thought."

When Oul entered the room, the woman said so. Did the woman, sitting with her legs in a loose elbow chair, say 22, 3 when she was old?

The appearance of silver hair aligned with a tight shoulder and dressed in a uniform with no wrinkles is irrelevant. The eyes that observe the oul from the back of the glasses can see a rich light of intelligence. At first glance, Oul was convinced that this operation was at the hands of this woman.

"Nice to meet you, Oul the Demon King. I am Cass, the Army of the Kingdom of Figlia, the warrior."

In dignity, Cass named himself.

"A military teacher?"

Oul asks back almost reflexively to the unfamiliar word.

"Oh, it won't be common around here yet. It's primarily a profession that specializes in strategic commanding assistants, operational planning, etc."

"Hmm.... by the way, aren't you going to give your guests a chair or something?

Neither seemed interested in Cass' explanation, Oul asked so with his hands tied behind his back.

"... you don't seem to know where you stand"

"I know, I'm telling you."

Oulu replied, letting him include a gaze that made him look ridiculous beyond words.

Hung, and snorted, and Cass ordered the soldiers to bring a chair.

"The boulder shall be praised as the Demon King. If you understand this request, it's quick."

"Does that indirectly praise you for what you did up there in the plan?

There seems to be no doubt that the exit is that way, and Oul confirms the door where the chair was carried without moving his gaze. And as he lowered his back to the chair, he asked Cass to groan.

"I didn't think anything that captured the location of the dragon vein was there but me. What kind of magic would do that in just a few months?

"I hope you don't insult me with a woman who slips her mouth with such a cheap provocation. but the same hand won't get through again, and I'm not willing to let you get away with it, so let me tell you."

Cass smiled niggardly.

"It's easy. I found out I was using dragon vein magic, but I had no idea where the dragon vein was flowing. That's why I created countless identical traps all around the cave."

I got hit. Oulu looks inside out. I shouldn't have changed my expression, but did Cass laugh delightfully as to whether the air had passed on.

"What do you say, regret it? How does it feel to be torn apart by an intense calculation just a force move?

Powerful moves and Cass say, but it's not an ordinary man's idea from around the corner to find out that Oulu's source of magic is the dragon vein in the first place.

"Your weakness is not to believe in others. I thought if the magic of the dragon pulse that became the bone of the labyrinth became scarce, I would definitely come and find out for myself."

Dig countless holes in an iron tube that plays magic and suck up magic from the ground. Rationally, it's the same thing as Oulu's labyrinth, though it's an incomparably abusive and unscrupulous hand.

"I've been checking up on you the last few months. I'm in the mood to meet a friend I've never met before."

Cass stood up from his chair and gently turned to Oulu and his jaw.

"I want to be friends with both fame if I can. Don't you think so?

Cass touched on the core of the story. Oul laughs with his nose.

"You think we're friends? Is it not the mistake of a subordinate or a slave"

Cass stepped on Oulu's chair somewhat with his heeled feet.

"Of course, I don't care if you want it that way."

In short, this is what Cass said.

"Give me all the labyrinth and all the technology that made it"

There is no other reason why Oulu would still not be killed. And Oul demanded a chair. "If you want me to ask, get in a good mood," he said.

But if it crosses the line, Cass won't hesitate to snap Oulu's neck. I don't die to the extent that my neck is snapped, but it tastes a little bad when my whole body is torn apart or cremated as it is.

Well, Oulu thought about what was going on. Things are pretty bad. First of all, there are few hands that can hit Oul himself. It's a pretty powerful demon-sealed curse with both arms tied. If you're a ring, you can just bite off a thousand fingers, but that's not how it works when it comes to a bracelet.

If so, we'll have to fool or round our enemies with three inches of tongue, but the woman in front of us will probably lose her head more than Oulu. The chances of success would be quite low.

"I'm sorry, but I prefer to tread to be tread. If you're gonna lick my shoes, don't even think about it."

"Well, I expected it, but I'm only willing to cooperate."

Without even changing his expression to Oulu's light mouth, Cass snaps his legs off Oulu's chair, sitting back in his former chair and squirming.

"Radix Flumen"

With just one word of that, Oul's expression changed dramatically.

I had plenty of room, and that's what shoots Cass through with a sharp gaze like an arrow. If those who know him, like Lil and Eunice and Spina, see it, they may have been surprised.

That was an indisputable, angry look.

"How do you know that name?"

"I've had a hard time."

Cass took the report from the desk and laughed lightly.

"Tea eyes on amber hair. Well, it's a color that doesn't really have any characteristics, but that's what we've been talking about for the last few decades. Approximately 70 years ago, until my Kingdom of Figlia destroyed and colonized its neighbor Praeti, there was hardly anyone with amber hair, whatever the color of his eyes. I saw the letter you sent to the city. It was slightly but uncomfortable with the letter O in the spelling 'Oulu'. It's as if I haven't been able to write just that. I guess your name starts with a. Praeti, Oulu is AUR."

Without denial or affirmation, Oul stared at Cass.

"Witness testimony was with a man in his 20s, but there's no way a great magician with so much magic could be that young. Considering myself rejuvenated by witchcraft, I extended the scope to look into it more than a few decades ago. Then I was there. A magician named Ain't Soph Oulu. Well, it seemed to be mainly called Ain there."

"... That's a lot of name reasoning. But what's wrong with that?"

Oul had already regained his calm and his expression. But let Cass know it's the other way in.

"Ain't the boy... yes, by this time 70 years ago, you were definitely a boy. He was picked up by the witch Radix Flumen, commonly known as Raz, who lives in the Praeti kingdom. This is the oldest record of the Ain boy in the dossier."

Oulu snorted as if it didn't seem funny. Cass continues without looking concerned.

"I hear she had the same amber hair as you. So did you even have sympathy, anyway, Raz made Ain his own apprentice. Her specialty was magic grant. Even so, it's not a common thing to put magic into swords and spears. He was an expert at magic in buildings and large weapons, like castles and stone throwers. That's why she's still named after a magician who wasn't even a national magician. Her fortifications and weapons have done much good in the war, and she has long shown resistance to my kingdom of Figlia as a small nation."

"... don't"

Ignoring Oulu's words, Cass peruses all the reports he memorizes.

"But from around picking up the Ain boy, Raz begins to reduce his cooperation with the country, and finally stops coming out on his own tower. The Kingdom of Praeti saw this as a rebellion, and with soldiers it besieged her and hit her with annihilation. … the result is…"

"I'm telling you not to!

Cass shakes out Oulu's anger and tells him.

"By a disciple who betrays his own master and offers him his neck, it ends...... Hi...!

The end of that proclamation of Cass was shaken by fear.

If you do what you call a military master or something, you will be resented by enemies and allies alike. Several humans have so far hit her with anger and thrown a hateful glance.

But that would have been nothing compared to Oulu's current look. If we don't snap Oulu's neck now, we'll dance the universe with our necks alone and eat Cass' throat whistle a thousand times. The fierce anger that I was so sure could alter the shape of his face was so distorted.

It was clear that the negotiations had broken down. I cleverly cut Cass thinking he was a valid card. That was Oulu's inverse scale itself.

"Ko...... kill him! Rip it up!

To Cass's life, the soldiers waiting put up a spear and stabbed him in the Oul at the same time. Stabbed with a spear from all directions, Oulu continues to stare at Cass without leaking a single distressed voice, while the usual man would undoubtedly overflow a large amount of blood to death.

"Ba... you monster"

Cass pulled out his sword and shook it.

In a simmering rage, somewhere in a calm part of his head, Oul prepared himself for death.

It was supposed to be his win if he provoked his opponent, pissed him off and pulled his sword out. If you dislocate your shoulders, but turn your arms, and cut off your arms, you'll be able to use magic. Of course, it's a body that can't even be marked in those places. From here, which would be behind the royal palace, it is near impossible to escape alone. But the possibilities are not zero.

I can't save it because I made it zero with my anger. A spear stabbed in the body cannot move the body at all by eating guttural into the bones of an oul. Dislocate, crush bones, but you can't physically move your arms.

Cass' sword approaches Oulu. I don't suppose the warrior and I have ever held a sword ourselves. He's a bad gripper and a slow sword speed. I can't snap Oulu's neck with this.

However, the carotid artery is severed and a lot of blood is blown out. There is no more absolute blood from the body of the oul, and the flesh stalls the activity. I'm not going to die, because I'm not in this body more than I was.

But eternal stagnation is no different from death. His body is torn apart in thousands, burned to ashes. Oul could see nothing and wandered forever in the darkness in a cold glass bottle that he could not feel.

To be precise, it should have been.

"Oul!"

In his ear, a familiar voice sounded.

It's the power that overshadows fate.

Kick your calculations, your schemes, your logic, your common sense.

"I'm here to help!

At the end of Oul's eyes with his face raised, a heroic girl with burning flame-like hair smiled nicely.