Next Life

Brave Bernhardt and the Great Wizard Klaus.

That's what they'll call it later, the two men were arguing.

Together, he's thirty-five, but he's still young and hectic.

What they are rubbing is about the "Handle of the Demon King Crusade".

Bernhardt argues:

"I'm the one who stabbed the demon king in the stomach. It was against the brave Bernhardt who helped us. That's why I'm the best at it. Don't you guys dare."

Here's what Klaus on the other hand claims.

"Bernhardt just stabbed you in the stomach. It was everyone's handle that weakened the Demon King, and I actually owe it to him to seal it. You're of little use just taking it away from me. Everybody help you? That's all I ever wanted you to do to take down Zagan."

The two arguments have been going on for more than three days, and the rest of us are pioneering.

Saint Knight Percibuel opened his mouth.

"Which would be best. Let's just go home and get rewarded and go with Sake Pond Flesh Forest."

Monk Windsor also says.

"That's right. I can't go home because you guys just rubbed it. Me, you want to get dressed in jewelry early? How long are you gonna keep him waiting?"

My people don't care about honor.

The important thing is that from now on, the reputation of "the hero who defeated the demon king" can be luxuriously threesome.

In a way, it could be described as profitable.

But there were two who could not be forgiven for it.

Bernhardt and Klaus.

They both craved further honor.

I want to put my chest up to people that I am the first feat.

He had such a shallow desire.

"Mostly, I couldn't kill the Demon King because it didn't help you guys. Your achievements should be properly deducted."

Bernhardt says this, and Klaus rebels, naturally.

"Huh? What's the value of saying that to a brave man who can't even defeat the Demon King without the help of his people? We owe it to you to be brave. All these brave men!

Bernhardt, damaged by his enlarged self-esteem, turns his face bright red and says back.

"You're the one, where's the Great Wizard? It's not a wizard's mistake, is it?

"What?

"What is it?

Clearly, it is on the same level as a child's quarrel.

This is the conversation of those who are said to have defeated the Demon King and saved the continent.

If anyone who praises and worships their achievements hears them, they will be tempted and disillusioned.

They just understand that, and what they're arguing about is a room in a rented out luxury inn.

Or maybe it's just a look.

"Will you stop?

Until then, I listened in silence, the last one opening his mouth.

His name is Kozillow Sasakura.

He is a swordsman called Samurai who is equipped with a heterogeneous weapon called Katana.

"That's what I'm saying, Cozillow. Whoever tries to steal my grip should be blamed."

"That being said, Lord Cozillow. You should blame the outburst of the incompetent, disgraceful and brave."

The two say off to Samurai at the same time, listening to their words and flirting with each other again.

Kozillow sees it and pounds his tongue.

"That's a hassle. Why don't you both slash and throw it away on this occasion?"

The two of them were a little confused by the words.

This Oriental swordsman, who appears to be silent and serious, is in fact a noisy being whose hobby is to hear the extinction of prey.

If anyone knew the truth, they would mourn "no decent guy," but if he had a decent personality in the first place, he wouldn't challenge the Demon King to fight.

"Keh, we'll settle again."

"Oh, wow."

Once the two arguments were over, the Saint Knight and the monk watched it with a white face.

They were plunging the continent into despair. He is the hero who defeated Zagan, the demon king of Katonkail.

Whatever the reality, that was the perception of the people of the continent.

Their achievements are passed down to future generations, but there is nothing left about being human.

It is uncertain whether our people ordered annihilation, the followers distorted it, or whether it was due to the favor of a bona fide third party.