Maou no Hajimekata

"... okay"

Zytreed sighed and stabbed the Great Sword to the ground.

The battle between heroes and heroes saw the armament rise to the ploy of Eunice and Oulu.

Everyone on the spot, yes, I thought.

"Then I'll show you the truth"

He smiled like a beast, until Zytreed said so.

In the next moment, Eunice's body had been slapped to the ground.

The impact shapes a small crater, and the soil splashes around it.

"Whoa, whoa!!

Zytreed roared and grabbed Eunice's legs with one hand, hitting her on the ground again and again in motion as if to wield even a whip as it was. And each time the earth was broken, and the earth wandered, and the bedrock sprinkled with blood.

"Nah..."

In the meantime, the Ouls couldn't move one fingertip. Not because it was dominated by fear and surprise. Because the movement was too fast. That even went beyond Eunice's earlier movements, overwhelmingly.

"Heroes are the things that twist and conquer this world."

He bled sloppily from his head and hung an immobile varnish on his arm like he was dead, Zytreed said.

"Magic is not the same as magic that just deceives and plunders. That said, let me praise you for taking me seriously."

The Great Sword was a shackle, not a weapon, for Zytreed. If you are a weapon with a weight, you cannot give more force than that weight. If you are a weapon with hardness, you cannot give more strength than that hardness.

Both of those fists were the most powerful weapon for him, with powers far exceeding such as a half-breed demon sword.

"To reward, I will send you to the afterlife without pain"

Zytreed heads to the Ouls and takes a step forward. The leg was squeezed by Eunice with her bloody arm.

"There... meh..."

"Are you still conscious... the boulder is my sister"

Zytreed hit the ground again as he unwaved her arm.

"Sa... Sa, na... y"

But nevertheless, Eunice hugs him so that he can cling to his feet. The look on Zaitrid's face was distorted by frustration for the first time.

"Is it the sex of a hero who can't die easily?"

If we continue to attack any more, Eunice dies. But until he dies... no, he won't let go of his arm if he dies. They say you can kill him to take him home, but I've never crossed it if I can take him home without killing him. Zytreed struck his tongue and stared at the oul.

"I'll keep your life for a while. Until then, enjoy the raw in between."

When Zeitreed took up the great sword with Eunice, he slowly followed the line as he did when he came.

The damage done to the soldiers on your side is about 300. By contrast, the damage to enemy soldiers is approximately 1,500.

If you look only at the numbers, you can call them overwhelming. The first line, but with great damage, ended.

"... have you lost"

That's what the king asked, including some fun sounds.

"There were ambushes, but there were no pitfalls, and no rockfall attacks from high altitudes planned. … you can say defeat"

On his knees before that, Zytreed reported.

It's not like Wolfe, a battle in a few using tactics is like a 'pawn drop battle', so to speak. If you fight as hard as you can, Wolfe will easily crush your opponent, and you can do all you can by daring to use a weapon called tactics that you are not good at. On a different scale, this father and son were doing the same thing.

But still, the kind of opponent who defeats Wolf is a long time. For the first time in years, he had expectations and asked his son.

"Like I met the Demon King. What do you think?"

"It's a trinket. … not enough for a king to deal with."

To Zytreed, who answers instantly, Wolfe roars.

"As per the previous information, he appears to have little combat capability. If it's tactical intelligence, the woman who says Cass is better off."

"What about the demon army?"

"It is more of a threat than any of the weak fighters in Figlia. But if you hit it from the front, you're not the enemy of our army."

When Zytreed answered that, Wolfe blatantly lost interest.

"Eunice is currently de-cursing with treatment"

"... right"

Wolfe hits the gavel, not looking very interested.

"If you wake up, ask for the Demon King."

To Wolfe's words, Zytreed accidentally raised his face and looked up at the face of his lord, the father and king.

"If that makes you a demon king again, kill him then."

The king did not change one expression, and said so pale as a rancher who ordered the slaughter of livestock.

"But"

"You know it, too. What a hero is."

Wolfe blocked Zytreed in a heavy tone, slightly distorting his boneless face lacking in facial expression change and trying to recruit him.

"Don't distort your mind with such trivial things as saying to the lives and deaths of others. You outnumber me with sword arms. But that sweetness will kill you."

"... I'll remember the liver"

Taking the words of the Father King with bitter thoughts, Zytreed followed the king's room.

Walk straight through the royal palace with a large crotch and open the door to Eunice's room.

"... brother"

His whole body was covered in bandages, and Eunice was half-baked on the bed.

I'm sorry. How's the body? Are you all right?

Swallow all the words that came to mind, Zytreed asked the Chancellor by his side.

"Did the curse work?"

"Ha. Without delay. It also seemed to have strange allusions, so we combined to disarm it."

Chancellor Tuscany bowed his head to his knees.

"Eunice, my life has fallen on you."

In an emotionless voice, Zytreed tells his sister.

"Crusade the Demon King Oul."

"... I pray for your life"

"If you can't exchange it, I'll snap your neck."

"Yes."

"... that's it"

To a snort Eunice, Zytreed turns his heel and leaves the room.

"Princess... His Highness Zaitrid is"

"It's all right, Toscan"

Eunice grinned at the Chancellor, who spoke out worryingly.

"I know exactly what it is, too. What a hero is like. Thanks to you for breaking the curse and allusion, your head feels refreshed."

Eunice holds her fist. Now that the curse and allusion have been lifted, I know. How Oul looked at her.

"This wound will heal in three days.... I'll settle it."

"Take your martial arts..."

To Tuscany, all I could do was pray.

"I just left."

"Welcome home."

His wife Hilda smiled, as usual, as she received Zaitrid's coat and sword band.

"You look tired."

"... oh"

Zytreed meditates, sitting tight on the couch. It won't even come true to send my dear sister to her death and give her a gentle voice. No kiri if they repent, but nevertheless they cannot make a living. Because that's what you call a hero.

Hilda didn't say anything, didn't ask anything, just softly embraced Zaitrid's head. No sword arms, no witchcraft talent, no nothing, mediocre daughter. But her presence heals Zaitrid above all else.

There must be nothing to worry about. Eunice kills Oulu and triumphs. Not to mention Zaitrid, she is also a daughter born to a hero star. One clever magician, he can't possibly be defeated.

While holding his wife's body in his arms, his anxiety never vanished.