Maou no Hajimekata

"Get up now."

Usermart awakened consciousness as he was exposed to cold water and a transverse tone, dramatically elevated to the extreme of unceasiness.

It was a dim, shady brick room, not similar to his pyramid made of white, shining stone. And in front of me, a man with amber hair with a Buddha top surface on it.

Demon King, Oul.

"You!"

Upon awakening the thought that was blurry the moment he saw that face, Uselmart shouted.

But what happened, the voices released contained the unpleasant sounds of cropping rather than his usual beauty, and the body does not move as a single finger. Instead of being held captive, it was as if I'd forgotten how to move it.

"The collar of obedience, did I say? It's an ugly magic trick, but it's certainly handy."

In Oul's words, Uselmart realized that he had a collar on his neck. I have never worn it myself, but it is certainly only consciousness that prevents me from hanging around because of the characteristics of a human being fitted with an obedience collar.

At the same time, he remembers his end.

"... why is the rest alive?

Ice Queen...... Zana pierced my chest and Uselmart was supposed to be dead. There's no way that he, the king, knows anything about medicine, but I know that that wound can't even help him.

"Resurrected. I wanted to ask you something."

'What?'

To Oulu, who put it mildly, Usermart accidentally raised the voices out of between. Resurrection. Now you said resuscitation, this man.

"Ki... you've tailored the rest of this to be a corpse soldier!"

Corpse soldiers who plucked their guts to prevent corruption and trapped their souls with cloth wrapped around dry carcasses are in an inferior position to even collared slaves. Humiliation beyond representativeness by the word humiliation, fierce enough by the word fierce, struck Usermart.

"Corpse soldiers? You mean that special living dead thing? Do you bother to take such a hassle? I just healed my wounds, brought my soul back to life."

But to Oulu's explanation that follows, Uselmart loses his word.

'Such a thing… can, cannot be. The rest... the rest of my heart should have been completely destroyed'

The heart, the soul, is in the chest. It should be something that lives in the heart. Through there, there's no way I can live. If you lose your heart but live... what are you and what are you feeling right now?

"So what? What a heart. It's just a cylinder (pump) that circulates blood. In the first place, if you don't lose your soul, you can do it from ashes."

'From the ashes... so...!? Don't be stupid! Is that what you can do?

Resurrection from a state of loss of skin, flesh and bones… it is also a place that cannot even be done by the divine business, such as resurrection not as immortals but as living beings.

"Then what are you?"

Impossible. That was proven, however, by the very existence of Usermart. Though I have the knowledge and experience of being a corpse soldier, I am not equipped to think or talk like this.

Even assuming it is the gift of an unparalleled king's spirit, the colour luster of the skin in sight has not originally changed at all. It seemed true that he was resurrected from death.

"I'm not interested in your technical level. There's only one thing I want to ask you."

Oul told Uselmart, stunned by an unbelievable event, to throw up.

"Where's Hosseri?"

"Who, it's"

"You called it a whack-out or something, a wolf's daughter"

'... oh'

Werewolf god upwww out. Precisely, that cursed daughter. I thought I'd heard the name Hosseri, but I totally forgot about that stuff.

"I don't know. The rest are not interested in women under the D-Cup '

Oulu unwittingly flaunts Uselmart, who discards him clearly.

It is more than a word leaked out of the soul, for it is a word of truth without falsehood.

"... stupid. Still, a king of a country?

'Then let's hear it. The exotic demon king. "

Usermart's body doesn't even move with Pickle, and his hegemony never rides on that voice color created by magic. But when he felt something heavy there, Oulu got his place right.

"Is it in this world, such as something more important than a woman's breasts?"

And far exceeds expectations...... no, I deeply sighed at the words below.

"Don't go down..."

I purposefully duplicated the collar of obedience and said I'd done it until resurrection, but it was a complete waste of time. It's not worth listening to any more. Oul tried to ring his finger trying to get him back to the untold corpse again, at that moment.

'Do you want me to lower that breast while I keep those women in my samurai? Are you still a man?

To Usermart's words, the movement of pitari and oul stopped.

"Don't get me wrong. You're the one who said I wasn't coming down."

'I didn't know you would. Especially a brunette with wings and horns. Say that size, that shape, the supreme breast.'

Without appearing disturbed by the spitting and discarding oul, Usermart speaks in a feverish tone.

"Stupid. The goodness of a woman is not determined by the size of her breasts. Because it's small, it's worthless to say no, but it's shallow."

"So you're not heartbroken by the size of your breasts when you see them!

Oul groans in his heart at Uselmart, who speaks out. His words were too biased, but even included some sort of truth in troublesome ways.

"Kill the rest? Let's do that again. But it is nothing but proof to the left that the rest of the argument can be admitted and disputed. The exotic demon king. If admitting defeat means piercing this heart's heart is good!

With high laughter, Uselmart declares so.

I see, and Oul snapped in his heart.

It's bullshit. But it wasn't something I could have seen.

A king cares about Fumiko. If that means defeat, you can't give in.

Or so, Uselmart will not admit that Oulu is convinced to make 10,000 words and lose.

"Well, then die"

But Oul rang his fingers without worrying. I don't like this childhood sex (Lorikon) demon, such as the stupidity of talking to people of different sexuality.

Above all, he was not a born king, but a knockout demon king who weighed more profits than Fujiko.

"Wait, wait, wait, wait! Stop it! Who do you think you're dealing with?

Countless spears grow like a sword mountain from the surface of the wall, slowly approaching without skewering Uselmart as he roars. Listening to a man calling out ugly, Oul turned his back on him and tried to follow the spot... whoops, he stopped that leg. At the same time, the movement of the wall stops.

"fu...... fu haha! That's good, that's good!

"Speaking of which, you... why Marie? Did you crave that blonde-haired girl?

Oul asks Uselmart, who laughs only highly. What this magnificent sand king once demanded was the stature of Lil, Sakya, and Marie.

The reason for designating the former two with the finest bust sizes among the labyrinths is obvious. Only Marie remains uncomfortable though.

Even if there is room for growth to come, it is what he himself said that Usermart's full knowledge cannot see the future. Assuming that was false, the Sand King would not be exposed to this now.

"... because I'm the only thing left."

Usermart replied with a potpourri, as if to whine.

"What do you mean? Why would it mean Marie's yours?"

The wall moves as if to echo Oulu's words, and the pointy tip pierces Usermart's forehead and blood flows. But even if the thorn splits the meat and plunges it into his skull, Uselmart does not try to answer.

"You're gonna die."

There are no words to return the advice.

- As it was, only the sound of meat and bones crumbling sounded gushing.

"... hmm"

Oul snarls his nose and looks down at the lump of meat that was uselmart until earlier.

I don't know what reason a man who begged so ugly and raw shut his mouth.

But you won't have to worry more than he himself is dead. The dead cannot make anything out of it. Whatever Uselmart had inside it, it's all pointless beyond the loss of its life in this way.

It should be, there is.

The vague anxiety that snapped in Oul's chest could not be wiped as if it were glue.