Maou no Hajimekata

There is no such thing as knowing her name.

Long before there was a war known as the Divine Devil's War, she was brought to life in this world.

A handful of his companions lost their lives in that war, and the rest scattered in the battle against heroes as well. Of all that was left, she was only ever to be called the oldest dragon.

Numerous horns protruding from the back of his head to look like lizards with their whole bodies covered in surprise. There are deviant fangs in his mouth, and a pair of bat-like wings in his back.

When I say 'dragon', everyone associates her-like appearances, but they don't actually. Things like wolves, things like lions, things that have grown many necks, things that have two pairs of wings, things that don't have wings, things that vary.

In the meantime, only she looks like an ancient heirloom. Without taking a human figure, without using magic, just with its fangs, scales and flames, stronger and more beautiful than any dragon.

That was her, the oldest and most powerful dragon, now just called 'Methus (Scared)'.

Methus has been living a happy and peaceful life for the last few hundred years. Fools such as trying to fight her are not even amongst heroes, but the occasional days of falling asleep, eating lost animals, demons, and humans, wrapped around tufts of treasure accumulated for thousands of years.

Thousands and tens of thousands of its treasures, Methus grasps them all the way to one piece of gold coin, and sees them immersed in happiness and buried again in dreams. The treasure that the occasional humans possessed was more than a joy to her.

But I didn't do anything to assault a human for that pleasure. She was just one person, in the middle of a mountain cave, satisfied if she waited for the end of the day with happy days.

But one day a turning point came to her. One crown was missing from the nest. She changed her blood phase and searched the nest. However, the crown was not found and instead it smelled of three human beings and one kuduk.

Someone stole one of the treasures while she was asleep.

She went mad and popped out of the cave. When she went outside, the smell on the crown was clearly felt, and she flew straight into the sky on the street. I can't even afford to enjoy the outside world for the first time in hundreds of years. All she had on her head was to reclaim the treasure and destroy the humans who stole it relentlessly, burning it to the point that there was no ash left.

She ran through the sky faster than an arrow and quickly found something with treasure. That was a person with a different smell than the one who stole it, but it had nothing to do with her. He held his treasure and was the object of an attack simply by saying he was human.

Meanwhile, Wolfe set his belly and set up a treasure sword, Flaunt, to intercept Methus. The enemy is a dragon in a dragon that lives from the Divine Age. Win or lose, he intuited that this would be the last battle of his life.

"Out, people! Evacuate the people!

"But, Your Majesty...!

"You're gonna embarrass me."

To the king's words, the soldiers wept and saluted and left the place. One of the most honorable battles of all time, heroes and dragons.

But even though we knew it, the soldiers were not allowed in without taking a spear. Because I had a clear sense of my master's end.

Wolfe noticed herself smiling.

That's it. Here it is. This is the battle I deserve in the end.

"My name is Wolf. Wolfdir Severan Le Ella Grandiera I! Come on, old dragon. It's a constant battle!

Wolfe elevates her name and waves a treasure sword. When he was only young, a sword slaughtered a giant hero under a blow. But the blow is easily caught on the scale of Methus, unable to scratch one.

Methus spits poisonous flames out of his mouth, attacking Wolf. The poisonous flames immediately rotted everything but Wolfe, breaking the stones and creating a demonic realm that no one could come close to. As the soldier approached it in a detour, his arm quickly rotted off and he was shot in the lungs by poison and was out of breath.

It's not safe with a heroic Wolf. The skin rots and blood erupts from all over the body. But the king of rare heroes was not frightened by shiatsu. Strike Methus with a sharp blow twice or three times and scatter a green blood splash from its forehead.

The blood was also poisonous. The bloody earth wears holes and burns Wolfe's body. Armor made of metal is grated, even the God blessed treasure sword is bladed and falls off.

The intense fighting between the two was continued for three days and three nights. The intensity of it prevented the soldiers from helping in any way even after the evacuation.

On the morning of the fourth day, the victory and defeat were finally decided.

Methus was the only one to protect its soft belly, unprotected with scales, covered like armor with treasure. But only the part of the crown that Oulu had stolen was only slightly exposed.

Wolf poked his sword in there and pierced his heart. Methus sputtered poisonous flames around the rampage, but Wolfe did not flinch, tearing his shoulders and chest apart with sharp nails, but with even more force he stabbed his sword in the back.

Methus' movement slowed down gradually, and finally, the heart, which had been moving for thousands of years, stopped the movement.

One demon king reveals himself in that realm, which still cannot be approached by poisonous flames and cannot even be asked.

"... thanks, do..."

Wolfe squeezed his strength.

"My power... I can relate with all my spirits, my best enemies... I've been waiting..."

You killed my daughter and my son for that.

In Oulu's inquiry, Wolfe had a self-mocking grin.

"Thou knowest also... that we are heroes, and so forth... but we are not changed... but we are the slaves of heaven... who are not dead."

Heroes are tested to hone their souls.

The longer you live, the greater your greatness, the harder and harsher trials are imposed on your heroes. And it becomes most pronounced at the time of death. Trials invariably involve the precious things of a hero and lead him to death with tragedy.

Young Eunice died with love.

Zytreed killed his beloved wife and immersed herself in the illusion.

And old Wolfe finally dies, involving his beloved child and his people with thousands.

"Then at least die in peace," he said? That's your selfish assumption. "

"Maybe... I don't know"

Wolfe coughed. The lungs are poisoned to the back and rotten. It's incredible to be alive in this state.

"O king... obey the devil, O king. I also ask you as king... to take this country..."

"Oh. It can't be bad.... I'll take care of it"

Wolfe believed Oulu's words. We're enemies of each other, even hatred. But there was something like a strange trust.

"And... as my father, please. My daughter, please..."

That's it, Wolfe ran out.

"... if you're going to die, die saying it all the way to the end"

Oul's words disappeared without reaching anyone and rotting away.

"Admit it?

"Yes, that is in the will of the former king."

I bowed my head respectfully, and Chancellor Tuscan replied so.

"If there is one that defeats you, admit it as king."

"I didn't take him down."

"Especially you. but the former king... Wolfe wouldn't say that."

Toscan ran out with absolute confidence. If you're that king, that's how it's decided.

He said, "If my martial arts lost, it would be nothing more than defeat."

"... do you hate me"

"That's it already"

Toscan did not hide his hatred, nor did he scowl at Oulu.

"The revenge of my Lord, the revenge of the princess, the revenge of His Highness. There are three overlapping haters who deserve to kill any one of them. I don't care how many times I kill you, I hate you."

Don't you take revenge for stealing your country?

Ku, and Oul accidentally leaked a laugh. I swear allegiance by the word of the former king to the one I hate so much. How much loyalty does this man have?

"Nothing like the lives of the deceased."

"... what if I told you there was a way to revive me"

"... play. Weren't you the one who said that the souls of the dead heroes would not be served in heaven and resurrected?"

Oulu nodded slightly at Tuscany.

"Exactly. … then we'll just have to pick him up"

To Oulu, who answered lightly, Tuscany blinked his eyes and stared at him.

"To pick you up... and tell you what?

"Let it be decided"

Oul pointed to the sky and said as a matter of course.

"Next, attack heaven."