Story of The Ancient Demon King!

Long-lasting hallways of sparkling palaces.

Conditioners lined up at regular intervals have a value such that their hands tremble naturally when employees take care of them.

This is one of the most aristocratic mansions in the Kingdom of Light.

"--Now, if you'll excuse me."

A gentle old man Benedict lowers his head and leaves a dinner party on the terrace where he enjoyed himself with the nobles.

Then silently go down the long corridor.

Only the footsteps of the old man and the knight of the temple, and the laughter of the nobles of the Enzekians gathered on the way, resonate.

……

……

Even the bow of the waiter, who had strayed from the side of the aisle, was politely lowering his head.

"Dear Mr. Benedict, Amanda is dead."

"... I guess so."

Stop walking and close your eyes Benedict.

Years of intimacy, he doesn't know how Benedict feels right now.

I don't know, I don't want to ask.

"... the fruit falling from the tree will rot... Is that what this is about?"

"Madame and the other archbishops also seem to have taken control of the existence of the [Black Demon King]. Those who have left under the protection of Master Benedict are going to end up... as I was told."

When I started moving my skinny body again, I had a gentle look that I had already shown at the dinner party.

"Maybe we should have gone back near Mephis without stopping by. Shall we hurry from here?"

……

Rohan Cresan, the mightiest temple knight of Enzekiah, is compelled to surprise.

"... even though we're protecting him, is he amazing?"

"Yes"

Promise.

Benedict who said it was obvious.

Continue to say to Rohan, who is 46 years old and feels taught common sense.

"Those at the time... if you and your children or the mighty who live eternally longer than old times, you can't hear the name or say it."

……

Benedict's expression, which should not have been hurt by anyone, seemed strong.

"So let me save the details, but the wonder was released into the field. It's not entirely pleasant, but its existence can change its shape freely. I don't know where to hide, how to sneak up on anyone."

For the first time, Rohan heard a tremor from Benedict's negative emotions.

Benedict and those mighty men who are the only ones who are afraid, but Rohan's standards are too different to imagine.

"As far as we know... it seems that you often looked like a beautiful young man..."

"... it's different when you change your appearance, but it reminds me of that strange and rare person who was in Quadjaro."

Rohan, who felt that the drifting air had begun to encompass unusual properties, replied jokingly.

"Ho ho, is that the pleasant one? I tend to see Mr. Drake all the time, but he also has the same personality."

"Lord Duken", was it? Even though there was no immeasurable strength like Flame Lion , I was seen as an indifferent person. "

"His Majesty King Kudjaro seems to be in trouble. It's not impossible."

I don't know what I want, and I don't know what drives it.

Very few people disguise themselves and even see their bare faces.

……

The presence of that disturbed man, the dictatorship of King Cujaro, the force of the [flame lion].

Rohan was convinced that there could be no true friendship with the Quadjaro nation.

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Lake, a city of lakes and hot springs.

Long plains to the south and famous lakes to the north.

To the east are cut cliffs, overwhelming visitors.

There are a few dangerous monsters around, which is a threat of a commonplace scope.

The population was two thousand; it was not a small city, but not a large city.

This city shrunk to the point where I never thought there was one country.

However, there were still many visitors this year to this city, which is in a rural area that can be said to be borderline.

"... this is the time again."

A musculoskeletal man murmurs as he gazes through the clear blue lake.

Compared to the Empire's Wu King Lakonza, the Kingdom of Light had two militants named [Shuangwu].

One of them, the genius "Souma Gun", was young and cultivated a genre that combines flame and martial arts.

(xxxviii) Brown hair with a glossy, wavy skin.

Lift the edges of your lips with an unbelievable smile that reveals a splendid personality and inspire your heart at the festival.

"You're supposed to be just visiting, right? I wonder why you're so excited...."

"Lance", a blonde-haired cheek-headed spearhead visiting from abroad, sighs all the time if he doesn't understand.

His thread lowered and he held the assault spear on his shoulder.

The two were tempted at the inn and came to see the existence of purpose ahead of the event from noon.

"That's because Lance is new. I can tell when I see it.... his" Wu "is still much higher than ours."

……

Lance's thread slightly opens up in the words of a hot horse.

"... once, the famous first swordsman Jube was the only one who was defeated..."

Its gaze is directed towards the four towers standing in the lake... and the ghost of a black ship that draws its long sword in the middle.

Ancient times when there was still one country here.

A brutal wandering swordsman who took a castle built on a lake on a single horse and stole a treasure sword struck with the castle from the queen.

The queen burned her life and cursed the wicked swordsman.

The castle, the sword, the two of them, the curse of destiny together.

But the swordsman was strong.

Then, for 2,000 years, it decays, standing in the lake with no ego, with a mutated body, without even knowing a single defeat.

Armies, monsters, swordsmen, many fierce men...

No one can beat the swordsman.

A nationless monster who reigns forever with a unique sword with a long bloody single-edged pattern.

His name is....

"... [Murder Sword]" Nidai "..."