Story of The Ancient Demon King!

A variety of people kneel in the "Mirror Room", which is decorated everywhere with new and harmful decorations.

Fear, fear, ambition.

"... so, what can I do for you?

A boy gazing pleasantly from the throne on the roaring stairs opened his mouth.

[Black Demon King], who uses great magic to compress the whole time.

Exactly, the great King of Loneliness.

It looks like a mediocre boy. But the costume is a fine material worthy of the king, like a black top class uniform.

From the throne where the Demon King sits to the lower left, there is a stabbing and fierce skeleton monster floating in the universe in the form of a Zen.

On the right, a beautiful woman in a mask and a woman with brown skin who can easily be imagined stand with arms.

……

The eyes of the Demon King over the mask, pointing his cheek at the left armrest, capture a group of Ralman republics kneeling, a man wearing a hood with a crowd of women, and... countless orcs.

The silence continues as to whether you are waiting to speak or not.

"... Phew. Now, shall we come from me?"

A skinny man opened his mouth, fearful and trembling, telling the silent knights and orcs that he couldn't bear it.

'Nann. You'll have to wait.

……

I'll finish it off with the orcs there. Say hello to His Majesty. "

Even if he displays a disgusting expression at the tale of a skeleton monster like the famous [Demon of the Swamp], he shrugs back.

"... Koko, Itai"

"Heh...."

The voice of emotion leaks from the demon king.

The leading orc did speak human language.

Normally, neither goblins nor orcs can speak.

Even if it resembles a human form, it is not as intelligent as a human, but an animal-like monster that communicates with a unique sound.

However, there have been rare cases of mutant individuals with developed intelligence, and many examples have been discovered, such as taking the initiative to lead a herd.

"Do you want to stay here and work as a servant of my Lord?

"Gh...."

The long oak nodded to the question of the brown beauty.

"... why? Tell His Majesty why."

"Ningen, Kowai.... Mao, Mamotte, Hoshii...."

Speaking of monsters, an orc that you call the Demon King without a title makes a woman feel killer...

"Could you be a little more specific... and tell me why humans are scared? Just say it slowly."

The gentle demon king's own words hold the woman down.

The tone and softness of the voice give rise to hope that the messengers have room for negotiation.

Because there is a gap between sweetness and affection, no matter how strong they are.

"... Mori, Ningenkita"

According to Oak, there is an unprecedented massive magic occurrence in the woods, one away from our settlement.

When I gathered the orcs from the other settlements around me and headed to the source of fear, there were people there.

And there was a big circular hole at his feet that ran all the way to the abyss.

……

I'll do it...... That much magic. It could be a little dangerous to leave behind. "

Even [Demon of the Swamp], who uses powerful magic, cannot be alarmed.

The Demon King is silent.

I am silently watching.

"This...."

"... the pattern of the sword?

Unable to resolve the tension, the orc shook the pattern left on the scene with its trembling hands.

"... welcome to my [Kronos]"

"Nh...."

"... is that good?

The Demon King executed the Orcs arbitrarily and immediately.

"Taskal, taskal...."

The leading orc lowers its head.

"Your superiors...."

"Solanada will be fine. I can't let go of my hands yet. Even the little girls."

"That's right.... in the meantime, wait there until you're done watching. We'll collect that pattern later, so keep it safe."

The orcs were ecstatic with the beastly screams, skimming the signs of relief created by the orc chief.

─ Hustle and bustle

The dark green magic was unleashed in the "Mirror Room".

When, who forgave the noise? Who told me to open my mouth? Who forgave liberty as the lord did. Let me tell you something, you little raw creatures. "

A violent magic force that crushes into power, not like the Demon King, who fears with dignity.

"Nh...."

"Ooh...."

With the noise of the messengers, the man who lost a lot of weight behind the women who sobbed in fear was touched.

……

"Go...."

An oak herd that solidifies by lowering its posture as low as possible due to its wildlife instincts.

"Next, you. We've heard about this, but let me tell His Majesty again."

"Of course. Let me tell you something."

A skinny man takes the hood.

The scratched cheeks were pale and did not feel warm.

"I want to be added to His Majesty's army!!

"... it seems that you are a master of ghost magic, but please tell His Majesty how much it is. Be careful with your attitude."

A brown beauty looks bold even on her healthy thighs.

The Black Demon King only quietly overlooks the men over the mask.

"... how much?... what about these people?"

A skinny man not only displeases himself, but confidently introduces the group of women behind him.

"What is the matter with them? He's just a bloody man."

"No, no, I don't know what to say...."

Answer women's questions honestly.

"These are the gourds that brought me back to take care of me in the villages along the way."

... the magic of the Demon King was endlessly overflowing and stopped.

……

……

The demon kings suddenly silenced at the sudden confession of their profession.

"... I've been worried about you for a while. In this scene, only they are different in colour. They were (...) desperate from the beginning, not just me.... I don't know what to do with this..."

……

Behind the mask, I felt a sign of the Devil closing his eyes.

The manners aroused even more excitement from the man who was convinced that the Demon King was seriously considering joining him.

"Ugly... do you desecrate the dead..."

"Be quiet, don't make a wave. I'll take care of the mission....."

Words of disgust are whispered to the Dead Ghost Magician from among the messengers of the Republic of Ralman.

It's not impossible or impossible.

Sometimes souls remain in the body that is not yet dead. It is influenced by unfinished business, resentment, etc., and if left unattended, it may become a monster and become a gourd.

A Death Magician can use magic to force a soul to bind it before it diverges, and act as his own.

What's even more troubling is that unlike what happens naturally, the more new bodies are, the more self-preserved they are.

In addition, some Death Ghost Magicians prioritize freshness in terms of their desire to have ego, and there are even brutal immoral people who say that they will be gourmet immediately after being killed on the spot.

……

The eyes of the open Demon King turned towards the bodies of the gourmet women.

"... you can also use dagger magic."

"Nh, what...!! Sit exactly as you say!! I've actually wandered around for years as a bandit!! Ahh... I didn't expect you to see my past..."

What women see uniformly is the only deep knife-like wound to the left chest.

"... I guess. I knew it somehow... yeah, I made up my mind"

The Demon King is determined to do something to the most impressive Necromancer.

"I am the Devil."

"Oh, that's exactly what I said. Then... you should be able to fully wield my abilities!!

Reach out and sue the Demon King upstairs.

On the other hand, the Demon King pulls the sword that was standing on the throne out of the sheath and looks at the cold reflecting light of the blade.

"... I am the king of evil. Therefore, no evil more than mine shall exist in this world, in that world, anywhere. Isn't it?"

"You're absolutely right!! Unless you are the apex!!

"I agree. You know exactly what I mean. You know things well."

"Ooh...!

The Demon King is in tune with the praiseworthy man.

Troops are relieved by the ease of this mission, regardless of their feelings of contempt.

Nothing is different from a king of men.

Give praise and offer a contribution, and nod the subject while asking about the mood.

That way, you can demonstrate the conversation you've been through and the new technology you've been using.

The conversation between the Demon King and the man continues, even if there are people who have such feelings in their heart.

"Then... don't you think such an evil organization deserves someone like that?

The eye shifts from the blade to the Necromancer.

"Exactly, exactly!!

Ralman's men dislike the Demon King, and the orcs move boringly.

Then the Death Magician knelt before the Demon King, offering fanatical worship. Now or now, look forward to the moment when you will be under your command.

"I mean...."

--The blade grows from the man's mouth.

"Cut!? Ka...!!

"You don't deserve it."

Now, the voice of the Demon King, who was supposed to be sitting gently on the throne, was heard from the side of the Reaper.

"Ha...!?

"Bye, stupid....."

All eyes, including those of Ralman's troops and orcs, turned reflexively... towards the man who raised the unspeakable demon.

The man was then skewered with a sword from the back of his head to his mouth, and was there with no remnants.

"Eh...."

It's as amazing as ever...

However, there is no shadow or form of the demon king...

"When I say this, I really feel it...."

... that voice came down from the throne.

In an instant, the cold runs through, and the skin of the bird stands.

I unconsciously looked at you... and saw the Demon King on the verge of lowering his hips again to the throne.

"Nh, uhh..."

"Hah... hah..."

I was upset by an incomprehensible event, and my breathing became clogged. I was even forced to breathe air because of the extreme sense of crisis.

Left behind... a monument that spits its blade into the sky and a man who's turned into a monster is no longer in sight.

There is only consternation and deep fear of the Demon King, who laughs at all eyes.

The ratio of astonishment is different from the previous one.

Even though everyone here saw the Demon King talking, he lost it without even checking the initial motion.

From the Throne to the Downstairs, from the Downstairs to the Throne, all descriptions and times of movement were omitted.

That's impossible. That is the common sense of those who live in this world.

But....

"... I can't stand to see what I want to do. The exercise of power without aesthetics is very ugly."

Cold dizzy eyes look down at the small creatures on the ground.

Feeling helpless as if you were in front of God, you feel like your presence is going to disappear easily.

Until now, sweet thoughts and bad feelings are crushed by their power, and are eroded by negative feelings from the depths of the chest.

"I'm sorry I showed you something I don't like. Well, I've kept you waiting, but let me ask you something."

"Nh...."

The demon king who has just switched. His gaze turned blue towards the messengers of the Republic of Ralman.

But....

"... uhh, ahh..."

I just trembled with fear and the words didn't come out of my throat all the time.

All I can hear is the groan of an orc desperately hiding in fear.

"... why don't you tell me? Things are not going to change, even if you're timid. The longer it lasts, the worse your impressions will be. I'll be waiting for you like you."

"Well then... His Majesty the Devil..."

I'll tell you not to prolong it. Your Majesty is stuck on schedule. Are the tribes going to take your time?

I don't try to hide my dissatisfaction from the head of the formalistic messengers [Swamp Demon].

The poisonous dark green magic seeps through your bones.

(... shit! Let's get this over with... don't be rude!!

The leader of the envoy squad spits malice in his heart.

If you lose the mood of the Demon King who moves instantly, you will be skewered without any trick.

Without asking about your mood... what do you want me to do, like ask you to return the collar?

(Ah... I don't think so... did you stop time!?

As soon as the ability to override the order of all things was predicted, more fear ran through my spine.

……

"You guys... I won't forgive you for wasting any more time..."

Even a black-haired woman with a calm and sedentary temperament begins to exude unbearable anger.

It looks like you've got a needle all over your body.

"... so, heh, let me be frank!!

"Eh...."

The captain's words breathed his men filled with anxiety and fear.

"Ooh... I'm here to pick up the beautiful... things you keep!!

A cowardly captain, but modestly demanded his return as scheduled.

Even if it had become a strange pronunciation without turning the rhythm in the back voice, it would be splendid.

"......... did someone keep something?

"No, I don't keep it."

Cool! That's right, I don't want to keep it anymore. "

The woman faithfully answered the demon king's question to her subordinates, and [Demon of the Swamp] laughed joyfully.

"That's what they say. I'm sure it's your mistake. Why don't you go home and check it out?"

"Nh, nh... and I understand"

The scouts had confirmed that they were flying over the castle many times and that they were not wearing a collar.

In other words, the Demon King has no intention of returning it, and claims that it belongs to him.

"If you still think it's here, come again. You're always welcome.... I don't know if I'm here."

I told the enemy to go to the Republic of Ralman.

I just don't intend to get along properly, like in a country of people.

I couldn't argue anymore, but I was so excited that I could do it well.

But it's not that they didn't succeed.

The messengers of the Republic of Ralman were indisputably reminded of the mythical level of existence in the mythology of the faraway illusion.

However, a report from this messenger group who returned to the country will lead to a later incident.