Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

"Ma, you're in time...? What do you mean..."

"It means the way it is. The royal daughter is on time."

"Ki, what the hell are you... haha..."

Feld didn't understand the meaning of the word spinned by a man.

Still, I understood only the situation in which I was placed, and a naturally dry laugh leaked out of my mouth.

I didn't come running myself.

He said he was pushed this far by the will to look down on himself from far heights.

"What happened to these handkerchiefs?

A shadow man asks the tallest of the newly emerged shadows.

"There was no one left to destroy. The only pig left."

The long shadow pointed to the feld with his jaw, while answering lightly without any particular emotion.

There are dragon-like wings growing from its back.

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

"There was no such thing as a prep movement. You don't have a more rewarding opponent?"

Disgruntled little shadow head. Long, pointed ears are stretched from its left and right.

"Ma, Demon Race...? No way... why the devil clan..."

It was indisputably characteristic of those who were not human that the two Feld looked up to possess.

Feld finds out that the Raiders were demons and falls further into confusion.

"Why...? Ha ha! Why didn't you tell me?

Another shadow unlike the other two.

Step forward to him, bewildered by a woman equipped with an unscrupulous demon.

Black tail from its glutes to such an extent that it is likely to melt in a stretched dark night. It's as if I'm having an affair with something.

"You must be the one who sold the fight first...? Or did you think... they wouldn't do it back...?

"Ke, quarrel...? To the Demon Clan...... Ha!? No......! That's not a weasel! The eagles were just ordered by them, and I had no choice..."

"I had no choice...? Are you sure...?

"Ho, it's true... Wow, even I want to do that -"

"Oh well... then I'll make sure of it"

Point your index finger at the feld with the woman with her tail palm facing upwards.

Seven-colored magic like scaly powder is released, enveloping the head of a feld coated with sweat.

The magic acting directly on the cranial nerve sucks up any information present in the memory area and delivers it to the surgeon.

"Ho, I really had no choice... they forced me to push that role -"

"Hmm... but you seemed to have a lot of fun playing for it..."

"Hey what are you talking about...? Wow, I don't..."

"Don't be ridiculous!

"Buha!!

A kick released from the supple feet of a tailed woman hits Feld's side of the head directly.

What was included was the wrath of the demons, who had done all they could to humiliate them.

It was a blow exposed on their behalf by those who received the emotion.

"Shit... kaha... stop... help... oh..."

A feld that was blown about two meltles away and in an overthrown position.

Still, he crawls on the ground and begs for his life to those in front of him.

If they want money, they want all their money.

If they want a status, they want a status.

Because you can give it all away. Please. Feld tries to beg me to save only my life.

But the emotions in the eyes of the five men who looked up continued to inhibit the words they tried to spin out.

No mercy, no mercy, no mercy, no mercy.

It was nothing short of the eyes that had been directed to those who themselves had asked for help.

And Feld's spirit collapsed when he understood that he no longer had a single way to survive.

"Ah... that...? Where did you go... my soldiers... hey... why is no one here... protect me... protect me..."

With his vain eyes, Feld begins to seek help from his own abandoned men.

It looks too miserable as the end of a man who sought glory consisting of third-rate nobles and even more than royalty.

But the shadows that look down upon him will not have any mercy.

It just faintly moves on to the next procedure.

"Isna, what do you remember about this guy?

"I've read it all... but you can't... it looks like you didn't know anything that matters. Or maybe there was just a powerful lock on it..."

"The only thing that could be considered a key that even you can't open... is holy marks... okay. So you don't need this guy anymore."

The shadow of a man standing in the center leaves a step forward.

The hand is unchanged and the sword of stripping is held.

"Anima... Takion... what are you doing... come help me quickly... come help me... Liza... kill all these people... I bet they are one of us..."

Feld crawling around swimming in the mud, calling his buddy's name.

A man with a sword stands before him.

"Don't worry... your people will send you to the same place soon"

A man waves up his sword.

A raised white blade reflects the moonlight and illuminates the face of a man covered in a hood.

What was inside of it was black hair and a nostalgic face for Feld.

"Al...... fu...?

Seeing it, Feld muttered its name and understood everything.

He said this was revenge.

That the man came back from hell and took the Demons to kill five people who betrayed him, including himself.

"Now... I'm the first"

A high sword is swung down.

Mixed with the twitching of the trees, the sound of humming the wind sounds.

Not a second was given enough while I had regret or redemption.

The last thing a man worshipped the name of a warrior perceived in his life was the ecstatic grin of a man trying to accomplish his grief.