Maou No Utsuwa

- I opened my eyes and the moon was already up in the sky.

How long has it been since I lost my mind? It's been a long time since I've been this bad. Pain that spreads throughout the body. I'll try to get my upper body up somehow with that. There's no sign of people looking around. Happy to have passed out, he would have gone home.

Back at school, I was suddenly surrounded by my classmates. Always an abusive member. When they forced themselves into the woods in the college behind the school building, which they hated, they began to abuse as usual. Where it came from, it started with being exposed to muddy water all over his body, and at the end of the day he was forced to hold it down and pour it into his mouth.

If I had patience as usual, maybe that would have been the end of it. But only today, I can no longer stand this irrational abuse. He thrust a male student who was holding himself back and hit the students around him.

He was just a bunch of abusers frightened by the counter-attack, but that's all this resistance is. By magic, the target did not even exchange the fighter child with physical enhancement, and it immediately became a unilateral development. There's no way to counter the fact that a lot of people couldn't use enhanced magic before passivity.

The reason I got abused is because I can't use this magic.

A magic class began last year at school. As the class progressed and the students around me learned magic and became stronger and stronger, I was the only one who could use nothing more than the initial magic, also known as life magic.

What I found out was the fact that the College side, in a rush to do just that, after having the Imperial Mage investigate the cause, was an absolute lack of magic. I didn't have enough magic to activate more than life magic.

My life changed as soon as this turned out.

I was confident in my arm strength, but when my opponent uses magic, the difference in power is historical. I was no longer at all hostile to the classmates I was watching downstairs. The eye of sympathy eventually turned into that of contempt, and the abuse began.

It's not just the college. My grandfather mourns the fact that he had an honorable grandson who couldn't use magic to make you born into a noble house. It eventually turned into anger towards me, and I was allowed to get angry every day. Uncle aunts and cousins also look at such grandfathers and change their attitudes towards themselves.

Totally troublemaker.

Nowadays, I can't have them in my house anymore, and every day I come and go to and from my apartment and school. Actually, I'd appreciate this. Because it is unlikely that you will be able to stay in a very decent spirit, whether you are abused in school or at home.

I thought so too, but apparently the limit has arrived.

"I wish you'd kill me."

This kind of whining leaks out of my mouth as I look up at the night sky.

It's hard to be alive. If it grows, it will also increase the amount of magic and be able to use magic. I thought magic could be stronger with a sword even if it wasn't, like that, and I was going to make many times more effort than people did, but apparently that was a wasted effort.

I can't use magic. I know the rest of my life. I also thought about leaving home and living as a civilian, but there's no way I can do that in my own year.

After that, how many years do I have to endure this way - when I thought about it, nature and tears spilled.

Let's still die, that way we might even meet our parents who are dead.

That's what I thought, and I started figuring out how to die.

But not long after I came up with it, I saw something coming down from the sky with great momentum. Leaving the scene in a hurry and rolling in body pain.

A fierce shock sound hitting the ground sounds.

"Oh, what are you running from?"

I was about to die, and I realized it, and I got a little embarrassed. In the end, I turned my attention to something that had fallen off thinking that I didn't have the guts to commit suicide.

What I saw in my eyes was a falling man.

"What!? Oh, are you okay?

"Don't come!

A voice controlling herself who hastily tried to come to the side. The person who is falling is only looking at his face and staring at this one with a sharp eye.

"But... it's a terrible injury"

The face pointing this way is covered in blood. That's not all, scratched like your whole body was mutilated by something.

"A child..."

"We need to make allowance soon."

"Give me an allowance? Apparently you don't know who I am."

Turning the blue and white face over here, the person is smiling coldly in his face.

"Uh, who is it?

"Don't you see?

"Not at all."

"I am a demon."

"... is it that demon tribe when it comes to demons?

"I don't know what you mean by 'that demon tribe'. What are Demons to people that mean so much in so many ways?

"... I don't know anything else"

"You're a weird kid. Am I not terrified?

"... that's not much"

I was wondering myself. A ruthless and cruel creature when it comes to demons. People are taught to be vicious beings who come under attack without question. With that demon clan in front of me, I didn't get the feeling of running away with wonder.

"Ha! Aren't you a little crazy?

"It may be so"

"... not if you're talking in vain. We have to get out of here before the chaser gets here."

"Are you a chaser?

"If the Demons show up in the Imperial Capital, they'll usually have a chaser, right?

"That's right."

It's a dumb answer. I guess the demons who heard that thought the same thing. With a bitter laugh, he slowly rose.

"It's dangerous here. If you don't want to die, go home quickly."

"Um..."

"What is it?

"I want to die..."

"... what?

"If I were you, would you kill me and then run away?

"You..., what are you talking about?

"No, just where I was going to die. That's where you came down and you died."

I lied a little. I'm afraid to die, and I can't tell you I ran away. Speaking of which, I figured out why this guy wouldn't kill himself.

"... are you serious?

"I mean it. It's hard to be alive already. But apparently he didn't have the courage to die himself."

"I'm not kidding."

"I'm not kidding"

"I'm kidding. You want to die? How many people in this world think they can't live even if they want to?

What the Demons are saying is true. But if honesty alone makes the world, I'm not abused. That's what pissed me off asexually. Somewhere in my mind, even if I know it's a privilege.

"You don't know how I feel! Demons are strong, aren't they? There's no way a man like that knows what it's like to be a weak man like me!

The words that had stood still came out of my mouth with momentum. At the same time, my vision seeps in tears again.

"... Indeed I may be strong. But if you look at the Demon Nation as a whole, we're the weak ones you call us too."

Seeing herself crying, the Demons have spoken in a tone that tells them.

"What's that?

"Don't you know it in children? Demons are being persecuted by people. I'm in a position to be hunted. Each person is different in number from his or her race, even if he or she is strong. And while we're at it, there may be people who are losing their lives."

"Really?

"Yep. Still, we demons are trying so hard to survive in this world. You can turn the whole world against your enemies."

"... I wouldn't call that weak. I don't have that kind of strength of mind either. Please, please kill me."

"... you are"

"Isn't that good? Hey, I'll just stab you with that sword. It's easy for you to kill me, isn't it?

"This sword..."

"It doesn't matter any way. Please!

"But..."

"If you don't do it, you just do it yourself. If you feel sorry for me at all, please kill me so I don't suffer with your hands!

"... ok"

Maybe I just thought it was more of a hassle than a wish made sense. Anyway, the Demons have accepted to kill themselves.

"Okay, please"

It's not like I don't have the fear of what I told you to kill me. I meditated hard on my eyes and waited for the Demons to kill me.

I feel signs of approaching.

"Become!"

A little more, where I thought so, I heard the demon clan's surprise.

When I opened my eyes softly to see what had happened, I could see the sword in the hands of the Demons shining a pale light. The Demons look at the sword and seem surprised.

"Um?"

"What's this all about?

"What is it? I'd like to ask you not to take too long if you can."

"... you want me to do exactly what I want? It will be good. I'll kill you with this sword. As honored."

"Ha."

I didn't know why I had to be honored, but now I don't even have to ask what happened. I snorted heavily.

"Okay, I'll go"

The Demons have stuck the sword in their hands out to their chests. I guess I'll stick it up like this. With that in mind, I close my eyes again.

…………

"Will you hurry up?

I was impatient with the pain that I would never visit and urged the Demons. Waiting for death was harder than I thought.

"I've already stabbed you"

"That's a good joke."

"So I'm already saying the sword is stabbed at you!

"What? What is this!?

When I opened my eyes, I saw the hands of the demon clan holding the sword in front of me. And the tip of that sword, as the Demons put it, was deeply stabbed in his chest.

"What!?

Demons who are surprised with their eyes open. It's the same to me that I'm surprised. With no pain, the sword sinks deep into his chest as if inhaled.

It eventually disappeared completely into my chest.

"Ugh!!

Suddenly, the pain runs all over my body as if I were burned by flames from inside my body. I roll the ground to unbearable pain, but that doesn't make the pain go away.

"No way, this is happening!?

"Ugh, ha ha!!

"Hey! Who are you!? Hey!!"

"Guh, wow!

The Demons come out loud, but they can't afford to answer that. The pain that was burning from the depths of my body never stopped at all.

"Hey! I can hear you screaming from over there!

Someone's voice heard from afar.

"Shit, are you a chaser?... You, if you're alive, I'll see you again. Until then, I'll keep my sword."

There's no way I can live in this situation. This sober thought occurred to me in a corner of my head for some reason, even as I struck around the pain.

A serious footsteps of metal sounds heard from afar. It was supposed to be getting closer, its sound gradually felt smaller, and eventually my consciousness sank into the dark darkness.

◇ ◇ ◇

When I opened my eyes, there was a white ceiling there.

The burning pain that was attacking me had completely disappeared and the sense of vanity covered my entire body.

Looking around with only a glance, a woman dressed in white beside her was doing something with her back turned.

"What is this place?

When she spoke, the woman moved her shoulders and immediately looked back at herself.

"You noticed!?

"Yes. Where am I?

It's the Royal Hospital.

"Hospitals...... Really?"

"Please wait a minute. I'll get a teacher in a minute."

Saying this, the woman left the room on a small run.

"Alive..."

I definitely thought he was dead, but apparently that didn't happen. Harder suffering than death. The pain comes back then.

Could that demon tribe have tried to teach itself the pain of death? If that's the case, it's a very friendly demon clan.

This came to my mind.

I wonder what I should do now. The option of dying had disappeared beautifully. But no other option comes to mind. Rather than not having a choice, it doesn't feel like I'm turning my head. It feels kind of like it's on me.

Eventually, I heard footsteps running down the hallway.

I would be a nurse, I thought that woman had called for a doctor, and I was gazing at the entrance to the room, but the first thing that showed up was a knight in an armor that didn't look good on the hospital.

"Oh, you're aware. Can you talk?"

"... Yes"

"Okay, let me talk to you soon. I'm Henry from the Kingsguard."

"Um, what about the teacher?

"I had this one prioritized. When I'm done, I'm supposed to call you."

"... Really?"

Talk about prioritizing treatment over treatment. Regardless of the content, I found that this knight cared more about other things than his own body.

"Well, why were you there?

The knight's tone is questionable from the beginning.

"I stopped by on my way home from college."

"At that hour?

"Yes."

"That would be crazy, wouldn't it? It's time for students to leave school."

"But it's true."

"Why don't you tell me the truth?

"Is that true?

"Aren't you hiding something?

Knight's eyes are not those worried about this one. I don't care how you look at it, it's suspicious. Seeing that, I thought maybe you thought you were one of those demons.

I answered the knight's question, being careful not to put it on the table, although frustration in my mind solicited it.

"My classmates were abusing me."

"Huh?"

"So it's abuse. Muddy water bathed and drunk. I was assaulted by a massive beating and kicking. I kept my mouth shut thinking they'd be guilty of something like this, but you can't hide it from me until now."

"No, not like that..."

"Like that? Oh, you don't care about abuse, do you?

"No, that's not what I meant."

The knight understands the silence and rushes to fix it, but it's also halfway there. I don't care what you think.

"So what is it?

"Have you seen anyone?

"The classmate who assaulted me was with you. Looks like he left while I was passing out."

"Anything else?

"There was no one to see me in pain. Oh, isn't that true? Someone must have brought me here, right?

"That's my colleague"

"Really? Then tell him I was grateful."

"Oh. And you didn't see anything?

"Even if they say something..."

"Like the Demon Clan."

You thought blurring wouldn't reveal a blur, and the knight has turned it into a direct question.

"Demons... Is the Demon Clan about a ruthless, brutal creature?

"Oh, yeah"

"I haven't seen a creature like that. I wouldn't be alive if I met a creature like that in the first place, would I?

I met a kind Fae who tried so hard to stop me from dying. It's not a ruthless, brutal creature or anything.

"Right...... Anything else?

"I've been losing my mind."

"I hear you were screaming out loud"

"I couldn't stand the pain. Could be the pain in the back of your heart, huh?

"Right."

"Are they guilty?

"Hmm? No, that's not my jurisdiction"

"Really..."

"Well, that, I guess it would be a good idea to talk to the college first"

The knight has advised me on just how awkward I felt to show my fainted face, but I don't have to teach him that. I'm suffering because I can't do that.

He must have noticed. I'm noticing and pretending not to see it.

"... Yes, I'll think about it"

"Oh, let's still find out a little bit about the abuse here. Can you tell me the other guy's name?

I knew immediately that I didn't want to pursue abuse, but to corroborate my story.

"You don't have to say it from my mouth, you can tell by asking your classmates. Whatever it is, you can ask your teacher."

"Really? No, but..."

"I'm sorry, but I don't want to say it from my own mouth. Looks like he's making a statement. Thinking about when it fell apart..."

"Right...... All right, all right. Let's check that out here."

"Please do so."

"That's it for this question. I'm sorry about that. I'll get a teacher right away."

"Please"

I exhale so much as I see the rear of the departing knight.

You're not supposed to be lying. But I hid something about the Demons. I was anxious to know what would happen to me if this happened, but immediately I shook off the thought that I didn't care.

This country is not nice to itself. So much so that I feel like I'm pointing bad faith at you instead of being nice.

It's none of my business if that demon tribe tries to cause trouble to this country.

I broke it off like this for some reason.

After all, I may have died once. Is that why a different idea comes to mind from my previous self?

If that's the case - if you're dead and reborn, you should choose a different way of life than before.

Let's think about that.