Story of The Ancient Demon King!

The area that changed its name from the Kars wetlands to the Kars forest.

The fog has lost so much moisture and moisture, and the monsters are still wandering, but there are creatures and plants that have never been seen before.

An evil castle nestled in the heart of its dangerous forest.

A castle in a cave built at a rate unlikely to be completed in a short period of time.

The Messengers of the Republic of Ralman walk through the dark and creepy hallways of the castle, followed by the Knights of Bones.

"... Captain, isn't this a trap...?

The Zancok squadron, which is the integral part of the artificial Magic Beast, lost sight of the news, and this Kharth wetland showed change.

And reward him for his suspicion of the incoming Light Kingdom spy.

― ― Black Demon King held Swamp Demon in his hand......

The Republic of Ralman immediately sent scouts to the Kars wetlands to find out what was going on.

In the fog, the wetlands had no shadows or shapes, and the buildings were steadily built in the middle.

Above it is a foggy creature swirling gently.

"... I'm going to get hungry. Speaking of traps, we can't turn back. We need to negotiate the handover of the" formula "and the chain of examples to Ralman no matter what."

……

Even the captain's words, which he intended to scold, trembled slightly from the cold fear.

A group of messengers who had been camping in the woods waiting for the Demon King for a week, but the morale to go on a mission is low.

It seems that the [Demon of the Swamp] made the decision to listen to the matter first rather than waiting for the return of the Demon King.

……

Step by step, every time you walk to the large door that you see in front of you, the pressure increases, and the step gets heavier and heavier.

But for the sake of my country, I cannot stop walking.

When you reach the big door, you don't have to stop walking... it opens slowly, as I showed you.

Again, you don't have time to prepare.

"Gu...."

"... uhh..."

The magic is overflowing.

"... arrange it quickly. You're the last of us.

It is a magical scale of [Swamp Demon].

……

The sight of the frightened and stuck messengers was beyond expectation.

A crowd of orcs kneeling in tremors at the right end.

A skinny robe man in the middle with a woman of remarkably bad skin tone.

Bone soldiers surrounding them.

Then, the empty throne was erected at the top of the stairs.

"............!"

The first messenger who returned to me forced his feet to move towards the empty space on the left.

The men follow the group at a distance so they can hide in the captain's shadow.

……

I doubted my eyes when I got there.

Downstairs, on the right end, there was a cloudy dark-green magical, wildly deformed bony monster.

It was the only place I could notice.

In front of them, on the left end of the stairs... there was a beautiful woman with brown black hair standing in a good posture.

"What are you looking at? Get down on your knees."

"Nh...! Excuse me...."

A group of messengers who had fallen in love poke their knees in the line of sight from a beautiful woman who looked down too cold.

In the absence of the king, let him kneel in the midst of his eyes.

Normally, it was impossible to deal with the messenger of the Republic of Ralman, which is a fine country.

"... hmm, let's get started. We don't even know when His Majesty will return. I decided to deal with it in the first place, because it was not an obstacle. First of all...."

[Swamp Demon] strokes his chin with his bone fingers and makes a loud voice that resonates directly to his brain.

Floats into space with the cushion open and defines the visitor.

"... then, shall we come from me?"

"... let me tell you something."

A skinny creepy man jumped up and began to talk with joy.

"I want you to add me to Your Majesty's army!!

The voice of a man echoing like Yamahiko.

"Depending on..., it can only be decided by His Majesty."

"What can you do? Even though I stand on my arm, I don't look like I'm good at magic. Your Majesty will decide everything, but if you have no talent, you will not be able to bring me to you."

A brown beauty asks with the eyes of a chaotic person.

"You asked me! I know the magic of the dead!

……

Necromancer...

The brown woman raised her eyebrows, and [Demon of the Swamp] showed interest.

Often, ghost magic is hated.

In fact, the people's ambassadors of the Republic of Ralman showed it in their expressions.

Famous for extraterritoriality, spells, devil contracts, and death spirits.

But it's all about the wrong way to use it.

Why they hate it is often abused… because its poor quality is out of the reach of humanity.

"... that's right, let's see your magic skills later. Then I'll decide if I want to see His Majesty."

"Rational. I have no objection."

With a clear word that reveals confidence, [swamp demon] waits with no cowardice.

Next hah...... well, let's finish it off with these guys.

"That girl was angry. There are a lot of them, they're sitting around the castle, and we have to keep building."

Two eyes are turned on the Orc army.

"... but I'm sure you'll understand. A monster like this is of no use. I'll take care of everything under my command."

"Then what do we do?"

I looked again at the brown beauty's gaze and the orcs trembling at their magical deformed selves.

I'll see you when I get rid of you. I can't get to know each other. Let's agree with His Majesty on this. "

No one can disobey the decision of the superior [Demon of the Swamp].

We are worried that the messengers of the Republic of Ralman will have similar results as the Orcs.

However,

"No, that's not true."

"Nh!!

Cut!?

I'm stunned.

A wave of noise spreads to visitors as new sounds descend from unexpected locations.

Your body freezes from unknown fear, and your whole body feels terribly weak.

For the first time, there was tension between the brown beauty and the [demon of the swamp].

"Let's start by listening. I'm sure there's something going on here.

All gaze to the empty throne upstairs.

It was filled by the only being that should sit inside without anyone noticing.

……

"Nh...."

The eyes of the Ralman messengers were nailed.

The man who reigns on the throne is a masked boy in a black luxury outfit...

"Ooh... ah, that's..."

Without paying attention to the frightening moans of the orcs, a skinny man looks up at the King of Loneliness with cloudy eyes from under the hood.

"Oh, I can't even welcome you... please forgive me for being rude..."

"... I'm surprised."

A brown woman kneeling immediately to the Lord upstairs.

There is no indication of a ruthless and inorganic blade until now, and feelings such as anxiety are not suppressed.

"Don't worry about it. I just got back."

"Your generous words hurt....."

A subordinate woman bowing her head deeply and obediently.

However, if you put aside the fact that you appeared like a phantom, you can only look like a boy of ordinary people. Her tone is soft and her voice even feels cheerful.

In addition, some people began to think about the possibility of shadow warriors and substitutes, even though the body seemed good, but there was no sense of dominance or magic.

"Yeah, well...."

transformed into a heterogeneous space.

"Ghh...!!

"Nuh!?

Black pressure from a boy on the throne that doesn't seem to belong in the world.

It quickly dominates the "Seeing Room".

The Republic of Ralman, the Loeb men, the Oaks.

Everyone is not allowed to resist the desperate magic of being broken with a little hope, just hanging on their head.

"... it seems that you have something to do with me. Let me ask you something. Now... let's keep going."

The boy said pleasantly.

The presence in front of me was exactly [Black Demon King].

Give your mind room with looks and gestures, frustrate it with mockery, and gaze down from the throne with joy.

Exactly, he is an evil demon king who is no different from the rumors.