Story of The Ancient Demon King!

There is one man and three women in front of one of the twisting houses in a quiet (idyllic) village where the fields spread out.

It is a pleasant sky pattern with no clouds.

"Chrono... whenever you get lonely, come back?

"Yeah, well, they'll come back all the time to see what's going on in the fields. - Brother, I asked you to take care of the fields. If you find a kid who plays with the flow of water that's stopping the weir, you'll blow it off.

He turns his gaze from his big father, who is worried about getting hungry recently, to his two-year-old brother, who looks worriedly at his traveling brother.

Dark hair and slender stretched hands and feet. He's a wild good-looking man and an idol for a girl in town.

"I know. I don't think there's anybody playing around in my field anymore because you're going to suck it up."

She smiled bitterly and sighed back. As long as it's reliable.

"Come on, Chrono. It's grip rice. Take it easy!

A happy mother always pushes her back as she gives her lunch box.

Okay, I'm coming.

So I went on a journey after I was 13 years old and left Mac's house.

I told my father that I was investigating rice in other regions. I was born in Japan and fortunately rice making flourished, and my proposal to be proactive in rice making was quickly accepted.

Most of the rice in the Mac family today is my own initiative, so it can be seen at a glance both inside and outside.

For me born in Japan, the taste of rice here in the early days was not very satisfactory, so I just made various suggestions.

Now, let's move on to the Demon King and the Brave, rather than the Subject.

This is the trouble again...

There has been a demon king in this world for a long time, and he still stands on the island across the sea from the Light Kingdom that I am aiming for.

It's a long life story, but it's never uncommon in this world where long-lived species and people who don't live in the first place exist.

Problem is, brave man.

Nobody knows where he is.

Our parents, our neighbors' swallowers, and the elders in the countryside who had their grandchildren break their canes yesterday.

A long time ago, I heard that the ancestors of the present demon king... have lost sight of the news since defeating the first demon king.

However, rumors from peddlers who occasionally come to the village suggest that the brave family still has some mission, but is therefore hiding.

... apparently.

It is too fluffy.

That's why we're going to his country to sneak into King Wright's room, where we might know more about it.

Even the nearest light kingdom from our village on the border is a long journey, but I use magic to run for exercise without using a carriage.

Normally, I don't do this.

There are limitations to magic, and above all, fatigue and other fatigue make it impossible for the body to hold. Because it is not a monster, bones, joints, and muscles are naturally damaged, and even if it is healed by magic, it will not be in time.

But neither would be a problem for me.

Running along the street will surprise everyone on the road, so the wind runs endlessly across the forest along the street.

"... hmm?

In the woods at dusk, I discovered a group of people who said they were outlaws.

The thief dismantled the carriage a week ago and set it on fire, making a scene with wine and food that seems to be looted.

Probably today's trophy. Looks like he even targeted a peddler.

It's a common sight in this world.

So,

"--The Demon King is coming out!! You guys! I'm not a songwriter!!

"Nah, then what, suddenly this kid!?

Assault and exterminate.

Even if you become a demon king, you can't throw away something like the sense of justice that underlies it.

Demon King must exist to scatter despair around the world, but you don't have to be thorough where no one has seen it.

I mean, these guys are kind of annoying.

"Who are you calling me?"

"I don't need a line! Success!"

"Gyaaaaaaaaaaa!!

Slashed with a sword dyed black by the magic of dark black, Bandit A is cut in half.

I'm used to it. Stylishly knocking down the bandits, he shouted, alerting the hostiles and luring out those hiding in tents and the like.

"Demon King!? Nh, I'm not here, but haha...."

Throw a sword straight at the neck of a man who crawled out of his tent, skewering him to death.

"He threw away his sword! Now! Bugger the kid!?

Hit him in the stomach with his best punch and blow Bandit M. 's life away.

Then, by condensing magic into his feet, he bursts out, and in an instant ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

"Gone!?

"Well, where was it!!

With a similar working tragedy, I left the last one behind as usual to clean it up.

……

"Whoa, whoa!? Are you kidding me? Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!! This Bandit King!!

The bad bandit king who trembles with the child in front of him. There seems to be a lot of Bandit Kings around here. This is the third person I've met. You still call yourself a title.

While playing with Kurukuru with his sword, he nodded satisfied with this man's villain Zura.

"Huh? It's the look on the inside. Have you seen a famous thug?

"Hee?... hee, hee. Oh, you're right. Me, slaughter, looting, robbery..."

"Ahhh, here we go."

If you ask me this, I'll know in one shot if I'm a bad man who can't be saved.

Start talking about the evil you committed with Belabella with a medal.

Okay, let's do it.

"Yes, I'm sorry."

I grabbed the man's head with an eagle.

"Eh... aaaagggggggggg!!

The man's head is eroded by a black aura.

I will not forgive the wicked.

Don't hesitate to experiment with the human body.

I'm trying to create an army of Phantom Groundfish loyal to me, the demon king, by interfering with the structure of my brain and body by magic.

Even a bad guy who can't be saved, if he throws away a token, he can use it.

And there's something I got from this experiment. As a by-product of human retrofitting, now I have no life expectancy, age freedom, and even the body itself has been strengthened a little.

But this, along with a lot of magic, has to be manipulated with such delicacy as working with medical precision machines, so there is a considerable gap. I can't use it very much.

I wonder if it's time.

"Yes, sir. What's your name?"

"Yiiiiiiiiiiiing? Aaaaahh!!

"... you look fine, thank you very much"

... this is it. You just have to say, "Yi!" I didn't understand the words, and I just said "Yi!" with high tension.

I can strengthen my body structure, but I can't brainwash my core.

No, it's a great success in a sense, but if you don't listen to my instructions, it won't be useful.

I thought the Demon King was good for brainwashing... but the evil seniors are great. Because we create loyal subordinates with “Yi!"

After exhaling a disappointing sigh at his lack of skill, he held his sword with at least mercy.

♢♢♢

I've been running since it was dark, but it's time for dinner.

I'd like to bake and eat the meat I just hunted, but let's go out on the street and borrow a fire from somebody... oh, again.

"Hah, hah, hah"

……

……

Jumps off the signs onto a large tree and looks down from the top.

... the demon race?