Maou no Hajimekata

That was exactly the sight we deserved to call Hell Painting.

"Ha ha! Burn, burn!

The usual petty, sappy temper dives completely into the ringing, and Ellen shoots one fire arrow after another without the appearance of concealing the cruelty.

"Now, everybody. Spray the fire!

Mio manipulates the hounds of hell and instantly burns flames into the trees with flaming exhalation.

The people of the woods and the White Aalves could not resist the offense, but simply fled. With the flaming light and the rising airflow blowing up, the arrows cannot be targeted, nor do they fly properly. Nor was the magic of the White Art, which manipulates the trees and hears the animals' voices, any plant burned and the opponent did nothing in Hell's Warcraft.

"But Lord, are you okay? White Art was meant to be captured alive, but this fireman can't help you."

Ellen asked Oulu if he was satisfied with finishing the arrow all the way through.

"No problem. The fire is on to surround their village, but it is empty so that only one place can escape. We'll get out of there safely."

The real hell lies ahead, Oul added.

"What is real hell?

"I'm handing out Logan"

Well, if the devil is waiting, it's hell, Ellen convinced.

Attached to the corpse of lead hero Zytreed, Logan became one of the best warriors of Oulu's subordination with unflighty strength.

"The Curse of Lead," which does not accept witchcraft, is broken, but Logan, a high-ranking demon, does not accept semi-productive witchcraft in the first place. Yet unlike Zytreed, the magical ability to manipulate flames and fly through the sky can be used.

Also, the insane power that Zytreed had during his lifetime remained almost intact. I'm afraid it's just a fist with enough destructive power to blow up a robust wall in one blow.

Sitting in something like that at the exit would have exhausted the fate of the White Arts.

That's what Ellen thought, and when she lowered her drink, an arrow plundered her cheek.

"Are you still here?... I thought you were coming.... the people of the woods, and the white princess!

Ellen licked the spilling blood and smiled when she saw a pair of men and women staring at this one.

"You were still alive there. Black Empress, Ellen......!

Yes, staring at Ellen must be the beauty owner of the rumor, Ceres of the White Art. Its origins, which gave a small face, a sense of nobility, to its slender length, could not be seen in the flames, nor in the slightest shade, even when applied to coal.

"The blame for attacking our village twice. Now it's time for me to make amends with your death."

Next to it lies the bow of Evan, the forest people. A sharp green eye, like an eagle, was shooting Ellen through the back of the hat with its wide wings.

"That's this dialogue. Now is the time to taste the reward of killing my countrymen!

That said, both Ceres and Evan are first-rate archers with arms comparable to Ellen's. I'm not the one who goes with a string of strings.

"Oh, are we done talking?

But there, a relaxed, bright voice echoed out of place.

"See you soon."

Shortly after, a chunk of steel passed in front of Ellen. Ceres and Evan's body jumps heavenly high and falls to the ground as if it were a puppet.

"... what's that, what's that?

"This is Joe from Gorgon. It's covered in steel skin, so you can't kill it with an arrow. Jill, Joel, bring it."

On Mio's instructions, the black dogs bite Ceres and Evan's clothes and put them on their backs. It doesn't even work with Pickle and his hands and feet are curved in strange directions, but he doesn't seem to be dead.

"... Mio, I'm so glad you're my friend."

Ellen said smudged to the bull made of two giant black dogs and steel, a simple girl who follows Gorgon and laughs at Nico.

"? Yes, I'm glad I was friends with Mr. Ellen, too, right?

To her, Mio strangled her wonderfully.

"Well, this is spectacular."

When he saw the men jailed, Ellen said so without concealing his grin. The forest people and the White Aalves were generally kept alive, although there were some dead. Especially not a scratch on a young girl.

Sometimes I think you're amazing.

"Then work harder, sir."

Logan answered just as tired. It is not an overwhelming effort to fully protect the young girl who is the most delayed escape from that fire and most likely to die.

"So, Lord. What are we going to do with these prisoners?

Ellen and the others' drinking seemed to have fallen far behind when they hit the inside and prevailed. I also understand that Oulu wants power, so I won't tell him to fall back until it's broken. Either way, Ellen told them that if they were to be used against their own will, they would be so happy.

"If it's one or two of us, we'll brainwash carefully and teach, and we'll have as many hands as we can... but with this number of people, we'll still have to take hostages and make them listen."

Oul separated the prisoners, regardless of race, into separate cells for men and women. And raise your voice in the men's cells.

"Those who live in the woods. My name is Oul. He is called the Demon King. You lost to me. Then obey my life, and keep the bow."

"Don't be ridiculous! Who's there for you?

"I refuse to die."

"The proud forest people do not yield to evil!

Mouthwatering arves and forest folk. After waiting fully for that reaction, Oul continued his words.

"That intent or okay.... but don't you guys forget one thing?... Yes. Your women."

In the words of Oul, the men shook themselves.

"If you're going to obey me honestly, I'll guarantee you that figure. But if you say you're going to turn your teeth..."

"... cowardice"

He throws up bitterly, and the men stare at the oul.

"Nevertheless, you are a people of the woods known for your virtuosity and bravery. Say" woman. "That's no different. I can also think of pointing my teeth ready for sacrifice. So let me take the most effective measures for a righteous heart like you."

In Oul's words, the men put a question mark on their expressions.

"If a human man turns his teeth, he punishes the woman of the Art. If an Art man turns his teeth, he punishes a human woman. You'd rather punish your closest neighbors than your own people, wouldn't you?

"Become...!

"Heh, don't be ridiculous!

When Oul said with a niggling grin, the men made a mouthful of noise.

"If humans turned to their teeth, it would be better to punish humans!

Someone in the Art screams, and the prison quietly returns. Art and man, mixed together in pieces until now, distanced themselves carefully.

"Oh, well, you're right. But it would be more effective for you if you didn't? That being said, the women are all alone. Let's get you a remedy."

"Remedies......?

Oulu nods to the eagle to the man who asks with slight signs.

"If Arv snitches on man's preparations for rebellion, let him be a human woman, not an arv, to punish. The opposite is true again. If you do, karma. Tell the righteous that there will be no evil."

The men finally understood what Oul was trying to say. "Punishing others is more effective than punishing the person," etc., in fact Oul doesn't even think of fine dust. This is a condition for us to disobey humans and the Aalves and keep each other under surveillance.

If we bee at the same time, conditions like this make no sense. But if one betrays the other, only the other women will be punished. If you prepare without informing one of them, the other will suffer. Oulu is trying the trust that was created between man and Aarv.

And Oul was treading that "true trust" enough to bee simultaneously would not budge between man and Aarv. I was able to unite when Black Art attacked me because that was the only way to live. Just as fleeing to those without a firearm, naturally take that method if that's the only way. This is the same for humans and for Art.

But if there are a number of ways, that doesn't make it.

Different values. Different lifespan. Different position. Humans, even Arves, would take time to gather their opinions. Not to mention that it is impossible for so many people and Aalves to reach the same opinion without one remaining. If you betray one person, then the rebellion plan will collapse.

Now the men will be able to be treated as slaves for the time being. If we use them at a distance that doesn't come with us, they'll be watching each other.

Oul turned his heel back and headed to another cell...

Once you've handled the masses, the next thing you know, your head.

It's Celes and Evan's turn.