Nidome no Jinsei wo Isekai de

At the same time as Lianya disappeared the remains of black armor in the capital of the Dragon Nation.

In a vast space in the void, the sound of bitter ringing echoes.

It has been said that its sunless dark halls are in the heart of only one vast continent in this world more than in ancient times.

An area at the centre that unites the areas inhabited by the four races.

A land dominated by a race with purple hair called the Demon Nation.

When it comes to architecture in its centre, there is nothing but a castle inhabited by the Demon King.

Normally, there is no Lord in that castle.

But in keeping with the time when the brave men shall appear in the world, a king shall be born from among the demons, and he shall be called the king of demons, and he shall be the lord of the castle.

It is the castle of the Demon King, which becomes a crust in the absence of the Lord, but its beauty does not decay after a long time, and it casts a huge shadow on the earth that no one knows when it was built.

In its Demon King Castle, the Lord now existed.

All over that castle, where many demons gather, many demons with purple hair hang unconstitutionally with their necks bracketed in ropes.

If the beholder sees them, he will know that they are some of the most powerful of the demon clans whose names were raised as candidates for the next demon king.

And they were those who rebelled against it when the present demon king came to power, and those whom the demon king had buried immediately.

The present Demon King was recognized as Demon King by both names by directly destroying them.

On the reign of the Demon King, it was not unusual in history for other demons to defy it.

It was like a routine event, so to speak, wrapped in the name of a demon king whose power is supposedly everything, but normally a demon king who had sent down a powerful demon people would not take it until his life by subjugating the rebellious demon people without good that the power of the demon people as a whole would fall.

But the modern demon king was different.

It did not forgive those who defied themselves, but took their lives, and after stripping them of their strength, they bracketed their necks with ropes, and left them to hang and rot all over the walls of their castles.

Its place of business was a shack of madness even from the Demon tribe, and the name of the Demon King was becoming synonymous with disaster for the Demon tribe.

In the heart of its Demon King's Castle and in the hall with its throne, it was the man who breathed roughly into suffering, even with his breasts, who was the modern Demon King, Stras-Vasago.

The outfit is wearing a black top and bottom look from the top of a white shirt of the design that would kind of be worn by company employees if Lianya were on the spot, weaving a cape with a standing collar.

I could say that my face was a neat end.

I didn't have to get the slightest bitter impression, but the sharp eye on the thin side shows the neatness of calling me a beautiful man inside if it's on a people's continent, but the opposite voice just doesn't rise from anywhere.

The hair was grouped together in total hair, presenting a purple colour that was characteristic of the Demonic tribe, but only slightly lighter and slightly silver-colored.

Silver-colored purple hair, to say, was a phenomenon that rarely appeared in the Demon clan, but rarely did such a person emerge, and the Demon clan, born with such characteristics, is generally incompetent.

It was easy for those who knew it to imagine that the rettel of the incompetent would have been affixed to this characteristic alone in the Vasago family, which was quite famous for producing the powerful among the demonic people.

Moreover, there is a slight but golden mixture of those light purple hairs.

This is an unlikely characteristic of the devil clan.

Even if the colour is dark, the colour of hair other than purple is unlikely for those born as Demons.

As for this phenomenon, it was rumored among the demons that it was a phenomenon he had expressed some time later about the throne of the demon king, a phenomenon that became the demon king but was the late one, but only the demon king himself and another being could know the truth.

"Your Majesty! What is it, Your Majesty the Demon King!

The voice of the Devil King's anguish, which rang from the throne room, gathers the soldiers who were hitting the guard.

It is an exceptionally powerful demon soldier compared to the demon king candidates and demon kings, but that is because the comparison is too bad, and from the perspective of the people, etc., it could be said that each soldier is the incarnation of a nightmare.

The soldiers have gathered to notice the devil king's anomaly that they must protect themselves.

But you can't step between the thrones.

The demon king's permission is required to enter there, because even the soldiers of the Kingsguard were forbidden to enter the room, and the soldiers have no choice but to raise their voices in front of the door that leads to the throne.

But the words of the demon king, which answered the soldiers that lifted up their voices to guide the king, were full of anger.

"Don't come! I won't allow you to come near me alone! Back off!"

"Your Majesty! What the hell happened to you!? What the hell are your voices..."

"Shut up! I ordered you to back off, soldiers!

"But Your Majesty..."

The devoured soldier was probably desperate to fulfill his duties.

Saying to the Kingsguard to protect the Demon King is a priority at all costs, because if the King suffers some harm while they are unaware of it, it is an embarrassment to them.

But the words of the Kingsguard soldier guiding him only made the Demon King feel bad.

"Shit! I can't see you ordered me to back off!

The head of the devoured soldier exploded and cracked as if it were a watermelon slamming on the ground.

Draw a bright red circle on the floor, crushed vertically as if it had been smashed from the top with a huge hammer that you can't see the body that lost its head of the soldier who rained blood on the colleagues that followed it.

Too instantaneous an event, the Kingsguards, who needed time to understand what the hell had been done in front of them, finally understood what was going on when blood from their heads was going to reach the wreckage that had become the paste of the flesh of a crushed soldier at their feet, some of whom collapsed naked on the spot and others tried to pull their faces away from the spot, although it was a few steps in terror.

"I won't tell you again and again! If you don't want to see the same, back off, soldiers! There are as many of you as there are! Take my life!

"Ha... ha!

Soldiers who answered so with a different accent move away from the scene with the same momentum as fleeing.

Only one wreck of a wretched soldier who has been crushed will be left on the spot, but no one will try to touch it as one.

Perhaps they will be left there for a while, and eventually the unlucky cleaner will suppress the nausea and let it begin and end with a mourning for his condition.

From across the door between the thrones, the Demon King, staring at the door with hatred until the signs of the soldiers disappeared completely, exhales deeply, leaving for some time after no one was gone.

Its left hand was holding its own chest as if scratching ru, and from its face, the fat seeped out surprisingly, tracing the contour of its jaw, and it was slipping from its edge and falling.

The right hand is squeezing the elbow hanging of the throne with a strength that could crush it, and the leg is shaking when it creeps because it won't pull the pain.

"Sounds like you've been flashy for a long time."

There is suddenly a fluent voice that has not read the air at all in the hall where no one is supposed to be but the Demon King.

Whether it was from the pain that was attacking his chest, the demon king, who was in a nagging mood, gave a stiff look and raised his gaze, but there was no one beyond.

"You should have just disconnected from the doll, shouldn't you?

"I don't know the details... but the doll was broken by a strange condition, so I couldn't cut the pass..."

Language remained somewhat dignified, but somewhere the tone of the Demon King included something like respect for voices that were suddenly heard.

Laughter echoed from the space where no one was supposed to be, to the words of the demon king who answered.

"That was a disaster. I need to think about it and make dolls around it. Didn't you learn that well? Looks like we got a little high on tuition."

The Demon King does not answer.

Whether it's from pain, or anger at the voice, he keeps silence with his face distorted.

The voice didn't seem particularly concerned about the lack of response, and furthermore, it was solicited.

"And what the hell is that supposed to say, huh? It's just people, isn't it? You're the Demon King, aren't you? You can't possibly be so damaging because of the superiority and inferiority of the attributes, huh?

The fact that only a brave man can compete with a demon king is like a rule in this world.

Even if a man who is not a brave man confronts a demon king, and even if that man's ability to fight was hypothetically beyond a brave man, this rule alone cannot be overridden.

Because it was so decided, and it was also common sense in this world to say that there was no room for doubt there.

"You wouldn't normally come up with a remote attack via that path before the path connected to the doll closes, and I don't think there's anyone who thinks about it and moves it to execution. Or is it some sort of coincidence product of this? Hey, what do you think?

"The reason I've been damaged so far... don't you know better?

The words of the demon king, released halfway, but with slight certainty, silence the Lord of his invisible voice for a while.

Silence dominated the hall for a while, and eventually I heard only the breath of the Demon King leaking into bitterness and the sound of a severe cough.

"If I hadn't... you wouldn't have given me this favor, would you?

When he coughs hard, the Demon King stares at the palm of his hand holding his mouth.

The Demon King realized that there was bright red blood spitting out in his palm, apparently damaging somewhere in his gut.

I guess that will heal back to normal after time, too, but until then, no matter how many demon kings I say, I have nothing but to continue to endure the pain and discomfort of the wounds I have received.

"I don't know? Maybe it was my pure favor to give it to you, huh?

"Favor, huh? Is that what I'm supposed to take and put down?

Overflowing from the edge of his mouth, he wipes the blood dripping into his jaw unconstructively with the sleeves of his clothes, while the demon king returns the mixed words of bitter laughter, mixing feelings that seem slightly grumpy with the voices he hears.

"Are you unhappy?

"No way. Thank you, my Lord. Whatever your thoughts may be."

The taste of iron rust that you feel in your mouth is thrown up on the floor with your knob, says the Demon King.

"Otherwise, I would have had no future but to be cursed of incompetence and erased without anyone knowing it as unnecessary. Thanks to you, I can avenge everything."

He who cursed himself.

who cut themselves off as unnecessary.

who made themselves absent and did not even omit them.

He who laughed, he who slandered, he who ignored, he who looked down.

If power is everything, and no other criterion exists to be evaluated, then the Demon King thought that a Demon King is the bearer of power at the apex of the Demon Nation and should be allowed to look down on everything but himself, mock him, and throw him away if cut off as unnecessary.

And the Demon King will not be averse to exercising that right.

"Right. In that situation, you're the one who wants help, so I gave you a hand."

"I appreciate it. That's why I turn the whole world against my enemies as Demon King, and behave as Demon King as I wish."

"Right. That would help me, too. It would be more helpful if you were strong enough to lose everything and get it back on track."

"Then give me more strength!

The demon king begs his voice.

"If you can help me, let's conquer the world. If you want, you can go further. So give me more power! Enough power to make it possible!

"Right. That's a pretty good thing I gave you the other day, though, isn't it? If I could use it properly, I'd be more powerful... I might need some tweaking around here."

"I don't mind! Whatever you want! So do the others! If you can trample on everything but me! I'll do whatever it takes!

As if the hungry want a slice of bread.

As if the dried crave a glass of water.

Forget the chest pain too, scratch the straightened hair, drooling the sweat sloppily, the Demon King reaches for the void, running his eyes blood for it.

Such a demon king's condition did not appear to be the attitude of those who stood at the top of the demon clan, it was even like a begging to impose charity on people going and going on the corner.

The voice silenced for a while about how such a demon king looked, and then eventually uttered a serene word to the demon king as if to water him.

"Shouldn't you be less excited? It'll cripple the wound, and hey. Either way, if you don't start where you heal that wound, you'll be more intolerable. Then it doesn't make any sense what I put my hands on."

The demon king drooled his hand, stretching powerless, still holding his chest, squeezing his voice out from under his rough breath, whether it was because of excitement or because he couldn't stand the pain of the wound again.

"Ok......"

"What you need for now would be a lot of rest. I'll think about adjusting and adding force on mine, but I guess I should do the right thing with the arr I gave you first. I know it's hard because it's a thing of different attributes, but that's also because time solves it."

"Oh...... ok"

"The harvest of what you need is done to some extent, so don't forget that one, either, okay? I need to think about building up my strength for a while. If you rush to waste everything, it doesn't matter how many hands I give you, so don't forget, okay?

There was no response to the voice.

The Demon King closes his eyes and stops moving at all just by repeating his shallow, short breath.

After seeing it, the voice gently walked away from the spot.

"Now, although it was unexpected to say that I would be put to that deep end, it was certainly a good excuse to consume time. I need to finish adjusting the Demon King before it gets weird, 'cause it's still a piece of material I can't even use."

I grumbled at the words that I could not let go, in the words of those without listening, which began to haunt my mind about the preparation of what would be the new source of power to give to the Demon King and the concomitant plan of adjustment to the Demon King himself.