Story of The Ancient Demon King!

It snows.

No matter what creature lives on earth, it dances down to heaven.

Thin trees dyed white like clouds on a branch.

A pure white earth covered in snow carpet.

The snow that fell this morning was white, dark and quiet at dawn, creating a fantastic scene where the cold was forgotten and the eyes were taken away.

"... I wonder if you still have the" ceremony "."

"Ha, ha. I look around more often than last night, but shadows and shapes...."

"Chi!!

In response, Hannam scratches his chilly, red nose and ears with frustration.

There is not much room for this view in Zancok today.

I must convey the information to the country as soon as possible, but if I am not afraid of the "ceremony" and use it, I will not bring other monsters I am accustomed to, and I cannot find a way that Ralman is good at sending them with letters. It is reckless for humans to return in this snow.

However, even though it was stuck due to the accumulated snow, there was a problem that could not be ignored above all.

(CHEEEEEEEE... the order to return must be absolute. It's impossible to defy that chain... Usnoro! Why!?

I repeatedly ordered a chain of magic objects on my wrist, but the majestic beast didn't show up.

Despite Zancok's discomfort, the snow keeps falling.

The crew ordered to gather some food from the village in spite of the snow were searching for them scattered.

"... if they're all back, report them. We're going back to the Kars wetlands."

Ha.

Give instructions as you turn back to the building and enter the door at the same time as you hear Hannam's reply.

I've investigated the strength of Swamp Demon , but I can't return until the 'Formula', which is also known as Ralman's back hand, is returned.

Zancok's heart is filled with frustration and anxiety.

………

……

…

The squad members begin to gather in the open.

There is nothing in his hand, and he is looking for a loss uniformly.

"There's no stockpile in such a snowy village as an idiot...."

"You were just an old man, and you need to eat like that.

Whether the sin consciousness that existed the other day melted away or was buried in the snow, such a conversation was happening casually.

"Damn, come home from here...."

"Ahh...."

The crew's gaze focuses on a private house on the edge of the village to see something creepy.

It's a disgusting expression that just wants to get away from there as soon as possible.

Or is there another warehouse or stockpile hidden? Report back to the Second Lieutenant... "

Hanham proposes with his thoughtful face, exhaling white breath.

One of the listening crews notices a certain anomaly.

"Oh, hey...."

"Hmm? That's..."

There's only one unusual color in the world of silver.

A group of blue... monsters.

"You're finally back...."

In the unnaturally opened plains that can be seen from the open land, there was the appearance of a "bamboo ceremony" that ejected fog wings and floated in the universe.

"............ heh?

"What's wrong?"

Senior squad members casually ask the lost voice between Hanham.

"Ah, that..."

"No, that's why."

Hanham's face turned red in the cold as soon as possible... and suddenly noticed a big anomaly.

"Ku, the collar...."

"Collar?"

The "thunderbolt" at the tip of your trembling fingertips spreads from the edge of your body.

"... I don't have a collar..."

"Oh no...."

Yes, I'm no longer a puppet.

The undoubtedly unleashed - the fog monster.

"... I'm leaving!!

"Run, run, run!!

"Buildings... no!! The fog is coming in!! The woods!! Run to the woods!!

The trained crew immediately shut down and begin to retreat into the woods, where the trees are used as shields.

"I wonder what's going on."

"Second lieutenant! There is no collar in the" Ring Ceremony! "I'm here in that state!!

……

Repeat Hanham's cry in his brain for a few seconds.

Understanding how unusual things were, Zancok suddenly felt bloodthirsty and had the illusion of freezing from the tip of his head.

"Bye!!

"Hmm!? Ma, Ma, Ma, Ma..."

Zancok is desperately chasing the back of his crew.

From above, the fog looked cold...

♢♢♢

"Hah, hah..."

"We're going a little further! I don't know where they're going!

Keep running through the snowy forest.

I don't have the idea that that fog monster feels good about us.

Of course. I've been tied up in that chain since I was born, and I've been using it as a tool.

Following Zancok, whose troops were at the forefront sometime....

Snow took my legs, sometimes stumbled, sometimes crawled...

Even if you have trouble breathing and your legs don't go up, you can't stop walking.

I don't know when or where to hide.

I might be right behind you right now.

Next, it may appear in front of you.

With such anxiety and anxiety, the team moves forward.

"Ha, ha, cu..."

And gradually enter the wooden labyrinth with the same scenery....

Meet a boy.

There was only one person standing in this snowy forest.

On the back of the black-haired boy, the whole team stops walking.

It is too heterogeneous in a world of silver and silver.

The fact that he was a boy in thin clothes, which appeared to be mediocre, appealed to him.

Everyone has various assumptions about the situation in mind, and as they are taken aback, one of the crew members casts a shudder on the cold.

"Kushun"

In a quiet world of snow, that sounded good.

"--It's cold."

A boy with a snow scene in front of him opens his mouth.

Keep your back down.

"It's supposed to snow this much.... but..."

Looking back slowly.

The black-eyed eyes that seemed empty captured Zancok and the others.

As if trapped in the deep darkness, anxiety, anxiety, and fear begin to smoke deep into the minds of the crew.

"... no smoke rises from any house in the village other than yours... I don't even have a sign of a fire. I don't know what to say."

Someone is unknown.

"It doesn't matter what happens. I want to hear your story."

But perhaps instinctively, it was natural to understand that this occasion was of paramount importance.

"You can't! First name it!

"Shut up."

I'm not the boy in front of me.

Sudden intense killing from the side is accompanied by intimidation with a woman's hard voice.

"Ah, you...."

Hannam is even more confused by the beauty she has seen for the first time, slowing down her understanding of the situation.

"In the presence of your master. Get down on your knees."

"Gargle....."

Along with the roaring voice, the other side commands with a lovely voice.

The pierced cutlass sparkles inorganically.

"... I'm telling you to kneel."

"Gah!?

Hanham's feet are heavily kicked by a brown beauty and forced to kneel.

"Yes, Captain...."

……

Zancok consolidates into an anomaly.

While gathering the eyes of the anxiety accelerating crew, the instructions to kneel do not come out of the bride.

"... ah, thank you. Thank you very much."

The demon king spoke to the void.

Then....

Oh, no.

"Impossible....."

A shadow appeared in front of Zancok and his crew in shock.

――

Standing next to the Demon King, he stepped down.

"I asked him to lead you here.... he's a nice, warm kid."

An incredible sight.

Without a chain collar, he strokes his head like a dog.

……

"Nh..."

Zancok also knelt in a hurry to the crew members who rushed to their knees naturally without waiting for instructions.

"Second lieutenant...."

What is it?

"This boy was probably fighting that [swamp demon]...."

"Holy shit!

Hannam and Zancok exchanged whispers, and the squad was upset.

If Hannam's story is true, this boy is the one who defeated the mighty [Demon of the Swamp].

"Well, let's name it first, as I was told. I am the Devil."

A terribly light introduction to yourself about whether you want to move quickly to the topic.

Demon King.

The existence of the [Black Demon King] that comes to mind of everyone.

"Now let's move on...."

As the atmosphere of the Demon King changes, the air changes.

Even glossy brown beauties and lovely maids sweat cold.

The "samurai ceremony" was also frightened, lowering its posture and hanging its neck on the Demon King.

"--Did you kill the villagers...?

The heart is brutally caught by an eagle for a brief question from the Demon King.

It was easy to imagine that this question involved their lives and deaths.

That's how the eyes of the demon King, who had no sense of affection, understood.

The Demon King kept telling the squad members who were struggling with every heartbeat.

"You're Ralman's unit, right? I was using that village house with my own face... but you killed the villagers because you wanted to sleep under the roof?

"No, Your Majesty. It is a misunderstanding."

Zancok starts talking smoothly.

Having developed the ability to incorporate into his boss, he showed an unbelievable tongue from his pride.

Choose words carefully while instantly considering the situation.

For some reason, this demon king seems to be angry with those who killed the villagers.

It's a sweet thought that doesn't seem like a demon king, but then I spin words one after the other.

"By the time we arrived to use the house as a base for a top-secret mission... the villagers were already dead. It was like a village full of old people, and I don't think I could stand this fierce cold...."

Zancok swallows his teeth as if he were sad and looks like he's drooping.

"... there were signs of my life until recently. I still had firewood."

Well, that's...

"It seems to have survived until a few days before we arrived."

Hannam answers by taking over Zancok, who showed signs of a rush.

"No firewood can survive the cold without food. We searched the houses, but there was no food. It must have been difficult to hunt with an old man. By the time we arrived... We were careless."

"... yes. I knew it was you guys."

Zancok has a good nose.

Judging from the faint words of the Demon King and his unchanged faceless expression, he still suspects, and strikes before doing so just in case.

"His Majesty the Devil. We are a special unit under orders. Assuming that it was us who raided the village in the unlikely event, it was because of your country. If the King's Majesty is involved in the circumstances of the country, it could be an international problem."

……

Besides, if it's a matter for the Republic of Ralman, I suggest we stay out of each other's business.

The Demon King silently crosses his gaze with Zancok.

"... hey, aren't you going to kill these guys?

Not yet. Now shut up.

Wait for the Lord's life.

A veterinarian girl who can't jump over here.

Cutlass with lovely peach hair in the shape of maid clothes.

A brown-haired assassin who watches his squad carefully and awaits the Lord's orders.

They're all spectacular beauty, but they're all hostile looking at us.

Zancok is keenly aware that the Demon King is admired by his men.

"Not to mention the fact that disposing of us without evidence or profit may involve the dignity of the Devil King."

……

The demon king closed his eyes quietly.

With all due respect....

"... can you do something that never happened to me...?"

After Hanham had never breathed his heart to fold it here, he cut it out in fear.

It's just bad. Don't let the killing pimps get in your way.

"... I see..."

The Demon King breathes deeply and exhales a long breath.

So sad... it was an unfortunate murmur.

A white exhale rises to heaven like a hot inner soul... and disappears carelessly.

Their beauties bite their anger and push them to death.

That's it.

The Lord of reason does not waver his power if he is persuaded by reason, etc.

The possibility was faint.

Even Zancok and the others felt the temperament of such a demon king.

Somehow, the situation has dropped below normal.

But there are plenty of challenges.

An extraordinarily powerful demon king who is outside reason.

Loyal and good men who are intoxicated with him.

In addition, it was nostalgic to the Demon King.

Zancok and the others had anticipated a nationwide disturbance after returning home.

"... that sword"

The demon king... murmured with his eyes at Zancok's waist sword.

"This is it?

Nice sword.

A casual conversation before breaking up.

"Ah, thank you! I didn't expect you to praise me!

"Take care of yourself. With a sword like that, it would taste pretty good."

"Ha! Thank you for your advice!

Zankok, praised for his new favorite sword from the villagers, replied happily.

The Tsuba pattern is unique.

"Ah, this is... some kind of letter that I can't read."

"That's right...."

The demon king stares at the engraved stamp of Zancok's sword in a flat tone.

That's right...

--" Chrono "is carved.