Story of The Ancient Demon King!

"... hmm,“ Christoph ""

"Ha, did you sit down?

A young aristocrat called out with a soaked voice of joy to the elderly butler, who sat down with Rapier.

Looking further down at the narrow fished eyes and looking down at the carriage passing through the inn's window, ask.

"I think Celestia is aboard, but what do you think?"

In response, the butler, who stroked his beard, replied immediately.

"The number of private soldiers collected by the lord remains unchanged from the usual year. No, more than usual. A little strict security just for Princess Erica. I wonder if that's possible."

"Well, I guess so. If anyone noticed, they would have noticed, but Rendo might have done a little better."

Pick your favorite Christoph specialty and moisturize your throat with fresh fruit juice.

"Speaking of which... eh, eh, eh! Uh-huh!! Nnh... but I can't help it. If we are to welcome both of you to the beautiful princess of the kingdom, we must avoid the danger."

Christoph's eyes blamed Christoph for coughing up his unbearably dry throat with baked confectionery, but the young aristocrats didn't seem to care.

"Naturally, it should take precedence over the risk of information leaking around. You shouldn't blame him for being young."

"I just need your help."

"Of course. As a successor to the prestigious throne, I will actively assist you, if I may."

"... I have to help you if you don't call me. Can I call it aggressive?“ Uncle Fried. "

Even in Christoph's relentless words, a famous knight [instant sword], the wind blows everywhere.

"It's amazing that loyalty to the kingdom doesn't diminish even after retirement, but don't worry about it. Always."

"Hoo..."

Christoph is impressed by the assertions of the youth.

"... definitely."

The young man's snake gaze looked at the countless new wounds on the carriage outside.

♢♢♢

"--It's finally here...!

Erica jumps off a carriage and stretches like a cat.

Orange brick construction, unified and unified homes.

Through the unique streets that have continued since ancient times, they arrived at the only lord's residence with a large site on more than two floors.

"Thank you for your safe arrival."

"Long time no see, friend."

Next door, Celestia was greeted by the current Soden lord, Lend Soden.

At the age of 28, he became the main owner and was entrusted with the town of Lake. His face, which marks the thirtieth anniversary of this year, is seeping with cold sweat that was not normally seen.

"Your Highness, Erica, you must be tired. Please let us know if there is anything we can do for you."

Yeah, thanks.

Responding briefly to the settled complaints, he walked without hesitation in front of his servants, who were constantly amazed by the beauty of the princesses.

"Lend, I'm sure you know, but please gather the people involved immediately. For the nobles who are visiting here... we'll see you later."

"Yes, of course.... I'm so sorry."

"I can't say anything yet. In the meantime, please arrange for Asla's room. I'll go and see Sod's face soon."

"We'll let you know when you're ready."

Yes, I'll see you later.

With her head down all the time, Celestia took Mob and Lilia in glass, followed by Erica, and quickly turned to the Mansion.

"... no, what are you talking about?

"Please don't ask me... The conversation between the princess and the nobleman was too far away to know what was going on."

Hakt and Oswald were looking at each other from the carriage and listening to an atmospheric conversation.

"--Ooh, Doctor. There was another squad, so I took them down."

A dark elf man with glasses wearing a steep face behind his friend.

A close friend called out to his Dark Elf hero, “Raghelin," a famous militant who came running by horse, Seuma Gun.

"Another team, too? Are there more Goblin legions on that monster?

"... I have a headache. Looks like he's still here. I don't think they're the main team."

Dark Elves looked over his glasses with dismay, and Len held his head with one hand and even moaned.

And an auger. Lance and this depth made it easy to destroy. These guys are eating us right away, huh? Don't worry, I've brought you some clues. "

……

Hakt and Oswald's empty mouth is not blocked.

Because they were in a group that ran for reinforcements in the previous battle.

Then the three of us went into the woods to search the surroundings to investigate the Goblin army.

I didn't expect to return at the same time as myself after defeating only three monsters of the same size in such a short time.

The militants, the spears, and Deep were the maces and shields on their hips. The fact that it was only a brawl was also surprising.

"Most of them were defeated by Seuma-san. I'd like you to think you're just as powerful as him and not push me to be rude."

……

He nodded at Lance's grievances and the fat, cool knight "Deep”.

"Either way, I want you to participate in the upcoming discussion. Lance, you had nothing to do with this, but if you fought that special goblin, I'd treat you as an associate as soon as I could."

"... Seuma-san invited me, but I shouldn't have followed you."

That Lance's armor and body had no scratches, and it was obvious from everyone's eyes that they had considerable strength.

"... fuu"

The same is true, of course, of the depth equipped with shields and maces.

Exhaling, he stepped off the horse as if he were lightweight.

"Well, don't say that. You'll get paid, won't you?

Clear the way.

"Hmm!?

The back of the horse trembles cold.

"--Nooo!?

Surprised by the amazing presence of the previous Deep Horse right behind it, it bursts out.

The strong rear legs of a surf horse running through the earth jumped up.

Its power is the kicking of a horse that easily crushes human bones and sinks the skull.

Of course, hooves were also struck on the nails.

……

However, the steel kicking leg was easily stopped by the demon's palm... the dull sound echoed, but the demon didn't say anything in particular, passing gently through the grumpy sounds...

"... the level is different. Probably stronger than Takeo. Maybe, but...."

"I... I don't think I'm stronger than Grandpa Lakonza in a boulder... but we can't fight each other."

Regardless of the degree, Lance and Souma are also sweating from the feeling of crisis.

"The boulder is a guardian hired by the thoughtful Lord Celestia...."

"Did you say Lord Raghelin...? More than that. I didn't know that the princess over there was on board. If I'd known, I wouldn't have said no. I'm not going to stick my neck in every problem."

Dark Elf's Raghelin is pursued in a thorny tone with a grudging depth.

"... I was behind schedule, so it's true that I deliberately lay down to ask you and Lance to help me. I sincerely apologize. But feel the sentiment of my friend and I, who must think that the carriage of His Highness Celestia will be in case."

Raghelin pushes up his glasses and explains that an excuse that can't be called an apology is frustrating.

Naturally, the frustration of Deep, who was taken without being informed of important information, is rubbed back and wrinkled between his eyebrows.

"Ah, didn't you know Deep?

"To tell you the truth, you weren't even informed. Souma was the only one who was close to the Soden family."

"Seriously...."

Not as much as Deep, Lance looks at the horse in pain.... because I happened to be together from the inn, and on my way to the lord's mansion, which I was urgently called upon to do, I pulled the only depth that was just before it and put it on the horse.

"I'm sorry, but Lance and Deep are going to join the meeting. This is a princess's order. I can't refuse."

……

"Well, I guess so...."

Despite the deep meaning of Len, Deep and Lance gave up on what they had expected.

"... Oswald, what's going on?

The boys who were still watching the sword-swallowing conversation from inside the carriage.

"I'm embarrassed... we just know we need to study."

I see. Then why don't we go to the room and get ready and go see Nidai? "

"... let's do that. The knights began to carry their luggage, so let's follow Erica to the sights."

It was Oswald who was deeply hurt in his heart that he could only give the same level of answers as Hakt.

♢♢♢

A quiet room with flowers from the garden on the ground floor of the annex building, separate from the mansion.

"--How are you, Sod?"

Celestia, who entered quietly, called out to an old man with brown hair who was looking out in bed.

"Ah, princess, if you're here, please pick me up..."

"It doesn't matter. I told my friend beforehand not to force you to do so, because you would do so willingly."

Celestia's ancestors [Kensei], Sod Sawden.

He is a legendary swordsman who fought through the longest period of his life as a swordsman.

A master of Sword Stream swordsmanship with long, three-knitted hair and still tight muscles on the hospital bed.

"... you will have to be kind. The princess is stubborn enough to beat me."

"Extraordinary. There will be no one more stubborn than you."

"You must be headed by a princess."

"It looks like your father's gossip has begun...."

"Fu, do not compare the wise king with the old man."

The smile on the edge of the mouth of a strict sod even a servant of the Soden family sees for the first time.

Some people doubt their eyes and even wipe their eyes with their hems.

"So, what about you?

"That's right.... let me introduce you. This is today's [Kensei] Lilia and his servant, Glass."

Celestia's beautiful fingertips point to Lilia and Mob and greet Sod in turn.

I wonder if Lilia, who looks like a characteristic black maid dress, finally has a point of contact...

"... Glass or not... Lilia or not is still getting stronger."

"The boulder is a sod, right? Can you tell just by looking at it? But I think so too. It seems to be improving during the journey. I'm a little worried that I've never slashed anyone before, but I think it'll work out in a bit of a hurry."

The sod's eyes stabbed Lilia sharply like an eagle.

Lilia was also breathtaking.

"Cut people down”... Even though the experience is not a compliment, it sometimes divides the winners and losers over the years. Especially on decisive occasions. Keep that in mind. "

"Eh, ah... yes"

Lilia answers honestly, feeling more than the strength of her tone.

"Kill me if you want to be killed. After all, it's a busy old bullshit."

……

You don't look like a brave swordsman to listen to, but you even feel like a dead leaf.

Speaking of illness, Lilia, who was aware of it, only heard that it was not so serious as far as talking with Princess Celestia on the road was concerned.

"Lilia-san, it's time to head for the lake. I don't have to worry, so please take care of Erica and the others."

"... I see, I see. --Bye."

Lilia thanked Celestia and left without a word.

Turning his little back, Sod opens his mouth again.

"Princess, it's been a long time since I've had a laugh, but what can I do for you?

"... I risked my life to get here. You know that, right?

……

"The battle against the cougar nation may begin. I want you to return to the army and I have come to this town with Your Majesty's permission."

As expected... even Celestia's unplayed choice of words remained as Sod had imagined.

One, if it's unexpected...

"... I think you have other purposes, but... is the Demon King better?

"As for the Demon King, I don't have a fight right now. Your Majesty is secretly pursuing countermeasures, but Marton and others are putting out suspicious ideas about how to hit the [flame lion] and whether they can be realized."

"To that great general of Quadjaro...... that much of a threat?"

The sod frowned in difficulty at the reality of an unforgettable and serious country... and meditated.

"--I won't be of any use to you."

Let me ask you why.

Three gentle breaths in a quiet room with an old body.

Within that time, I came to a conclusion and declined Celestia's invitation.

"Simple and clear. As soon as possible, you will not be able or prepared to hold the sword in your hand."

"... is that because you lost the battle against Nidai two years ago?

……

Two years ago, Sod and his son, who was [Kensei] at the time, challenged them to the "Banquet of the Murder Sword".

There were two Soden in high season, and they came to Nidai in perfect condition.

The kingdom of our fathers, the castle, will not be restored to the honor that has been taken.

Neither Celestia, who had been asked beforehand, nor the defeat of those two servants was a dream.

And I was dreaming.

The sword of Nidai, shaken by the ship's arms, is shaken by a foreign object that has entered the castle's realm, instantly slaughtering one person.

Even the other swordsman was slashed into the lake with an outstanding swordsmanship that did not make the sword decent.

It was a life-saving sod... but I haven't held a sword in my hand since.

"Nidai... His swordsmanship is truly impossible to defeat, even though his abilities are beyond intelligence. It would be reckless to align the sword from the front. I've only seen you fight the Nidai for the first time, but I'm convinced."

……

"It's... very close to the point of the sword."

♢♢♢

The cursed body is transformed into a heterogeneous thing that was not known as a man in a long time ago, a swordsman wandering for only one purpose.

Arrows and spears filling the clear sky were fired.

A modest attack of war directed at just one widow.

……

The black eyes of the perverted ghost glow blue.

Foreign matter was detected in the region.

A thin arm with skin on the bone manipulates the sword lightly against it.

A nidai floats in the lake, and a sword that is confused with a sliding spear... takes advantage of a long pattern and lifts it to the sky for a spin.

Continue to let the momentum from the rotation of the sword swing with pleasure.

The skill of lurking in the selfless body was unfortunately demonstrated, parrying minimal arrows and spears, playing what reached him in the form of a poke, and still cutting off only what could not be done.

Undisputed supremacy from ancient times.

Fluent and elaborate swordsmanship.

Too beautiful a sword for the dead to swing.

……

Then he pointed out a sword with magic in it.

A ritual that is commonplace.

The bluish black magic waves and spreads in a semicircle, leaving no spears or arrows left in the realm... transforming it into something white sand (...) and washing it away in the wind.

I seriously insist on the inviolability of everything.

"Nh!!... Hakt-kun. Isn't that really Jube of the first swordsman...?

Oswald, who was obsessed with the magic of Nidai, asked the neighboring Hakt with a trembling voice.

"Isn't that amazing? But no, now it's like a monster, but that's the only swordsman who beat Jube, Nidai."

With the birdskin up, the boy talks enthusiastically about the [sword of murder], which is more invincible than ancient times.