Maou no Hajimekata

"But that's a pretty nasty dungeon to look at like this"

"Why do you look like you're having a little fun?"

Zana stumbles into Oulu, who even smiles and says:

You can only fight one person at a time because of the narrow passage, on top of the fact that the sorcery is almost unusable. On top of that, the corpse soldiers who come in fearless of death will not stop moving unless they drop their necks or destroy their hearts.

Hosseri, who specializes in the art of poking at steeples and killing creatures with minimal effort, was very incompatible. The same goes for Marie, who fights a combination of swordsmanship and magic.

The ability of the four-sex sword itself can be used because it is enclosed there, but her combat power was less than halved when she was unable to handle the four blade streams at the heart.

There is little that can be done to reach Oul and Yeldave, the mages. Zana was also the best at only slightly blunting the enemy's movements, and then focused on maintaining Oul's dungeon.

The outline of the favor is the flaming art of Lamez and the sword of Hodeli called by Oulu. I don't know if I should call him the whole thing, but his long knife is unsuitable for swinging in a narrow pyramid, and he says it's more efficient to call only sword strikes.

That's why I want you to spare me the blade that goes over your head and next to you every time, through the neck of a person wrapped around with an old, hardened bandage, in one shot.

But in order to secure control of the passage, they said that this formation of Hosseri, Zana, Yeldave and Oulu could not be broken. It is certainly a critical distance from the front to the second to put up ice walls in an ice technique that represents little effect.

"It's okay. Your brother's mistaken slaughter can't be more than having a day where nobody holds you."

Shortly after Hosseri said it, the blade passes directly next to his neck, far enough to feel the temperature of a crisp blade. Maybe Oulu and I have our tail on the roots, Xana thought.

The blade goes through without even cutting a single strand of hair as I pierce the gap in my hair, so I guess I'm not lying about what I'm saying, but I'm afraid of what I'm afraid of.

"Ahead, we need to split into two hands."

"Ho."

How many hours would you have walked in the pyramid? Oulu raised his voice delightfully to Lamez, who told him so at the crossroads where the huge gate blocked the center.

"How does that work?

"This gate must simultaneously move the trick behind the left and right aisles"

"Was there such a trick when I ran away?"

Though this passage itself looks familiar, it is a memory many months old of a boulder. Marie asks tilting her neck.

"There's no way to hold back the rest of the king in the first place. It was already open then. It was in this further back that you escaped. But now, as an intruder, I guess I'll have to start the trick."

"I see... then"

Oulu looks around together and makes a candidate.

"Zana, Yeldave, Hosseri. You guys take the left road. The three of us move the trick to the right. The timing is instructed through a curse. I can't use the new technique, but the technique I've already set up doesn't seem to lose its effectiveness."

"Wow, I get it"

Yeldave was the only one who honestly nodded. Xana and Hosseri look at Oulu dissatisfied, though not at his mouth.

"Zana, you and Marie are the only ones who can manipulate the ice to shape the dungeon. Only me and Yeldave can keep that up. Only Hosseri and Marie can take charge of the avant-garde when it comes to battle. I know the way. I have to stay with Lamez. Is there any other way to divide it under these conditions?

"Yes, yes, I don't, I know. I'm coming."

Zana says so while sighing, taking Hosseri's arm and stepping into the left aisle.

"Dear Hall. - Be careful."

Hosseli looked back and told Oulu so, and they disappeared behind the aisle.

"Well, shall we go too?... Even so, there is no cadaver placement ahead. Don't worry."

When Lamez says so, he then goes down the aisle to the right. Oul and Marie exchanged glances for a moment before following.

"If there's no troop placement, what's the point of this trick?

On the road, Oul asked Lamez about that.

"What do you mean?

"That's right. I know if you mean to break off the intruder's power and slap him. It's an effective trap. But without troop placement, it doesn't make sense."

Larmes thinks a little and answers.

"Intruders don't know about such mechanisms in the first place. purely, would be a trick not to allow intrusion"

Don't you know the exact place?

To Oulu's inquiry, Lamez nodded oh.

"It's not the rest of us who made the pyramid. It was inherited from an ancient ancestor. I know all the structures, all the tricks, but I'm not so far as to be aware of their intentions"

"Even so, you can guess."

"Guess what?

Larmes waved the oul back and distorted his face uncomfortably.

"That's right. Every dungeon has the will to design it. Malice against your enemies, good will to protect your allies."

"Hun. An unscrupulous extreme, such as extrapolating the thoughts of a venerable ancestor. That's what a lowlife demon king would think."

That's important whether you make a dungeon or move on, Oul thinks. But Lamez threw up the idea.

"Ra, as for you, your ancestors feel better."

"The rest is king of all things. I would have said ruler of the earth."

Larmes answers Marie's simple question.

"The end of the world is not ruled."

"Hmm."

Surprisingly humble, Marie thinks. Oul wants to have it in his hands normally even at the end of the world. Yes. No, maybe he's actually trying to. Because they are fighting God in heaven.

─ ─ If there is anything harmful to the family there, Oul will not condone it.

"Oh, here we go. That wall."

After a while, Lamez points to the end-of-life mural.

"There will be four buttons. In time, press the sun's crest."

She was right, there were four buttons lined up that could be hidden and pushed into the mural design. Apparently the eyes, the sun, the beetles, and the moon are schematics.

"Are the Xanas better off with the sun?

"Mm-hmm. You push it at the same time."

Oul passes the curse and manipulates Zana to convey it with her mouth and pushes the Sun button.

─ ─ As soon as the wall behind him came out, Oulu burst Marie reflexively.

"Oul-sama!

"Oops. Don't move, Marie. Unless you want to get rid of the charcoal."

To Marie, who pulls out her sword if she doesn't save the trapped oul, Lamez warns with a flaming mass.

"Ra... how could you...?

"Why? Why? Are you serious? You thought you were being made vain so far and that the rest of you were following in silence!?

Rames yelled and distorted his face as when the fierce beast showed off his fangs.

"Come on, demon king. Swear if you want help. I'll give you everything else, and you'll obey!

"What if I say I can't?"

From beyond the wall, Oulu answers.

"What I found out. It burns me down in this place."

Lamez raised a flame and said hatefully.

"Well, it's Marie. Put a curse on Oulu like the rest. It's a curse to impose that vow to give everything away."

"Yeah, but I can't use magic here..."

"Don't shimmer. A curse is not a technique. It would be something more rooted. Swearing should be enough."

Weird and sharp, Marie hits her inner tongue.

"... ok. I swear I'll give you everything I've got."

"And artifacts. Okay?"

Lamez puts in mind that he can't wait to be erased from that leather bag the protection of God of boundaries. As long as there's a leather bag that can rule the oul and separate that space and take out whatever you want, Lamez can literally be the ruler of everything. I thought so.

"... ok"

"Uhm. Now, let me ask you to call me dear Lamez for the rest."

"... ok. Dear exalted Lamez."

Finally, to a bowl that drips his head off, Lamez laughs.

"Have you cursed?"

"I did."

With a fluffy look, Marie.

"Let's be good. But if you do anything else, I'll burn you right away."

Glittering the flame over his hand, Rames pressed a hidden switch there as he melted only a portion of the ice covering the wall. A roar is made, and the wall that was trapping the oul opens.

"It's the artifact of hope. Take it, my dear Lamez."

Saying so as soon as the wall opened, Oul threw what was in his hand.

"Hey, what!?

Larmes that receive it with both hands reflexively. It was a small white bowl that was thrown away.

"... what, this... ha!?

Marie kicks that back and almost simultaneously Oulu pushes the button on the wall again to leave quickly.

"Do what, you guys!?

"You did what you wanted, foolish and noble Lamez."

Beyond the closed wall...... from the aisle, Oul said in a sarcastic tone.

"The vessel that the Son of God used for his meal. An abbreviated artifact. I gave you everything I had in my hands."

The leather bag had been dropped at his feet. When I swore, all I had in my hand was Merizand's used tea bowl.

"Though I would have sworn to obey the rest!

"I didn't swear that part."

Rahmes was stunned by the oar that answered shabby.

"It's reckless for Oulu and his amateur to fight over a contract, Ra."

Marie spoke to her like that, half frightened, half sympathetic.

The devil always searches for a hole in the covenant, pokes a gap, bends and falls into the human race.

And it is Oul, the Demon King, who falls into such demons as well.