Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

Oh... it's another dream...

A blurry light is spreading in front of me.

I soon found out that my consciousness was following that dream.

At the same time recognizing it, the blurred light gradually took shape and memory began again.

As I let go of my mother's hand and ran all the way through the woods, I slipped my foot off a small cliff and fell into the river of the dark night.

In the dark, my body is rubbed by cold water and flirted with the flow without even having to exchange it.

Without being able to go against the flow with the power of a weakened child, my consciousness in the past quickly lost consciousness, and my current consciousness was swallowed up in the dark.

And I woke up after a moment in physical time. I was in a bed that I couldn't even say I was comfortable sleeping in flattery.

I woke up. It was two old couples who showed up before me.

You two are still in a consciousness that you don't know if you're dreaming or realizing, and you're making me hear about this little orphanage in the back of the woods that helped me where I was falling by the river.

And he keeps asking where it came from and what the hell happened to me.

But I didn't answer those two words, I just murmured that the newspaper wanted to read in a small voice that was still going to disappear.

It wasn't for me, it was to see what happened to my father and my mother.

Despite the sudden request, the old woman of the Vice Dean brought it to me sleeping in bed.

Maybe there's something on it about the guys who attacked us.

Maybe I can make sure my parents are okay.

I lost my words in the past when I looked on paper with such expectations in my heart.

It was written there a few days ago that my father and mother were cut off as traitors against humanity by the king's life.

There are so many shocking words that even a few days have passed since then that it seems like an eventful event.

That my father and mother tried to sell mankind to the Demons.

In return, we are trying to gain mankind's right to rule.

But when I was young, I didn't know exactly what I was doing, but I knew my father was running for the world every day.

So without having to read everything, I decided that many of those words, which treat my parents like bad things, are a dema without roots or leaves.

But what was written there was an event that was already over.

No matter how I scratched it back then, it was an event that already existed as a fact in this world.

I still remember clearly that my parents died and thought that I had nothing left to be stuck out of the human world.

And at the same time in the present and in the past, its mind is attacked by the feeling that it is about to be squeezed by a giant hand.

In the past I resist desperately trying to overflow my tears and suppress my heart trying to cry without blinding people.

I don't know where anyone sees it, if I shed a tear here, someone might look at me, thinking that the whole world is now my enemy.

And I'm further reading the paper to find out what happened to my parents, even though they were attacked by intolerable despair.

In contrast to the parents there written as absolute evil, the names of those who led the two mutilations were written as those of the heroes who saved humanity.

Warrior, Feld Vildanes.

Fist Saint, Liza Eckler.

Archdevil's Guide, Takion Shrark

Sage, Anima Mistral.

And...... brave man, Lux Messiah.

It went to the demonic realm and belonged to a detachment called the First Independent guerrilla unit under the direct authority of the King, organized for the purpose of crusading its important figures and controlling its strongholds.

And at other times, those who were called a line of brave men in reverence because of their activities.

And it was the name of those who were supposed to be my father's people.

They had received praise for putting out the pus in their bodies and doing everything in their words in the article for taking that betrayal backwards and hitting the Demon King's Army hard.

The moment I saw it, I clearly remembered my father's last words.

"Knock..., lux... why not! Saying that real peace can be achieved in a few moments......!

'Your ideal... No... that's all I need to do to keep up with the worldly myth. True justice is in the world I make. "

The words of a man dressed in white and blue based armor with some sort of divinity are rebelled over and over in his head.

The certainty I had then, that my parents had fallen into these guys, is still not distorted in any way.

And revenge, engraved and sworn into my heart with that name, continues at this moment as well.

When I make sure I reveal everything and let these guys get that reward.