Story of The Ancient Demon King!

A specially prepared room in a house in Soden.

"... it's fine, but today it seems strangely chilly. If there's anything I can do to help."

"Thank you, but don't worry for now."

Celestia is as careless as usual in her desperate lens.

"... no matter how many times you try, you won't get tired of it."

Celestia communicates all instructions appropriately and quickly from this deepest room on the west side.

During a short break, he walks up to the only painting decorated in the room and murmurs.

"Your Highness seemed to be looking at us every year, so I moved her to this room."

"You can now give your friends that kind of attention. It was all expensive last year."

"Ha, ha...."

"... it's really a proposal for Killier, right?

"Actually, you're right...."

Return the bitter smile to the lens and look back at the painting again.

It depicts a group of men and women.

Men are big bodies reminiscent of eagle eyes and bears, and women look gorgeous and delicate to the contrary.

Once swordsman Yavan Sawden, and... Lacea Sawden.

I am now the parents of my late friends.

"... well painted. Even Yavan desperately tried to hide the illumination. Soft but also laced with a strong core.... you look really happy."

…………

"Lacea was Marie's second best friend. It's not a shame."

Lacea, who has been sick and weak since childhood, married the Soden family for medical treatment in the countryside even though she was a famous family member.

When Celestia actively began to encourage sword practice, Sod also came to Lake practice when he returned from the crowd.

Celestia, who no longer needed to learn scholarly stuff early on, often spent time with Lassia outside of school.

The girl was telling her various problems. Even worries that cannot be said to the king and the people.

I trusted her so much.

…………

Her slender smile is a vivid reminder when she closes her eyes.

─ Celeste is also a girl, so what's wrong with living in love? Lucky as I am, it's romantic to be able to hang out with a good husband. But if you're Celeste, that's what you're looking for. So let's see. A princess, a woman. One way of life, you can't go back. So... "

The only Celestia who remembered Lacea who had treated herself like a sister eventually opened her eyes.

"... you're not drawing anymore?

"Ah... I'm honored that you rated me, but it was just a hobby."

Killier, who was the escort behind him, answered after breathing.

Unlike Erica, who was relaxed and friendly, Celestia had a clear sense of tension.

"If that's my hobby, I think I can draw anytime, but why don't I draw anymore? Lassia should be the first to recommend it."

"I... my brother laid down his sword, and I have to give up the Sword Stream. Drawing takes a lot of time. So...."

"... I see. It's not impossible, and there's no other way."

Killier, who looked high-handed in the eyes of his grandfather and his father's hawk, and in an uncompromising manner to the princess and the elderly, was terrified in front of Celestia.

"... my friend, it's about time we got a report on the noise we heard earlier. Give him proper instructions. And more security around the bridge. I don't mind if this one gets a little too thin. Even if you're gone, you don't have to worry about Asura's missing hole."

"Hole? What does that mean...?

"Please."

"Oh, just do as I say."

Swallow doubts about Celestia's prestige, walk quickly to the door, and show thanks.

And from the door Raghelin opened,

"Uh-oh!?

As soon as the door opens, I encounter a guard who appears to have come to report.

"Nh, what... what, that demon tribe was gone and the wall was destroyed!?

Raghelin, who went out, hurried to close the door.

Everyone understood that it would not be possible to show Celestia the ugliness of Len, who was upset by unpredictable reports.

At the same time, everyone was once again seeing talent beyond human intelligence in Celestia, who was looking to the future.

"... Your Highness, how can you be so mean to me? There are informants, so shouldn't we do more?"

"I already know who the informant is."

Deliberately, it's all the same upset.

"There is no doubt that King Cujaro is involved in this case."

I started to speak solemnly.

"Gundo is said to have fled to the Light Kingdom to buy the wrath of [Flame Lion] Drake Le Stand. This is probably a good story. But... King Kudjaro is different."

Old and famous, King Cujaro is a man with neither a good nor a bad meaning.

Loyal to desire, I don't care if I am in the position of king for what I want.

"If King Cujaro, [Flame Lion] will try to use Gundo to express his anger. Because he is persevering in both good and bad ways. Then why is Gundo here? The king's aim... I'm not complacent, I'm sure of it. I and Chairman Hildegart are quite obsessed with it....."

Celestia makes an annual visit to this town.

To attend a banquet as Lacea's Tomb and [Kensei].

"Until now, it was relatively simple, but it was gentle. I suppose we boiled the business because we kept on boiling them all. Evidence of this is that Cashew and Gesso had to resort to coercion. I was convinced that Gundo was one of them."

Speaks indifferently without looking back.

"You were an informant... Somehow he tried to take me by hand with the Demon King Army and others instead of Gundo. It sounds very confusing, but I'll leave it there."

Deep and the knights listened wholeheartedly to Celestia's disturbing stories without moving.

"Mr. Souma, Mr. Lance, and Mr. Deep ran into each other in the fight against the Augurs.... As of yesterday, I was staring at these three. Given the location of the attack and the power of the monster, I wonder if they're trying to kidnap him in the middle of a confrontation."

Instead, Celestia looks away from the painting.

"I think I stopped because Asura-san was there... Later, if we're going to target it, we'll have to assign power to the Demon King army and Gundo, just at this time....."

A horrible, inorganic gaze toward Deep.

"... and of the three, you're the only one left..."

The quiet room is so cold that I seriously suspect that it is covered in ice.

Deep, exposed to an inorganic gaze, recovered from his stunned appearance and opened his mouth.

"... what are you saying? I have nothing to do with cougars or anything. It doesn't matter if you follow my path from home country. If you look into it carefully, there is no such thing as the possibility..."

You're still the person.

From Celestia's eyes, the response of the knight himself is furious with the unexpected suspicion.

There's no rush.

But Celestia wasn't upset either.

"The person himself...? What does that mean?"

"Does it mean that King Cujaro is so hungry for women?"

What did you do earlier...

--A dagger pierces Deep's chest.

"Hafu...!

When there was a sign of killing from behind, he slammed the floor with a shield trying to stand aggressively.

"Ha!?

"Come, Kirie-sama!! Do what!?

The knights were shocked at Killier who killed Deep from behind, who was still at the stage of the charge.

But....

…………

The body of the collapsed Deep is thin and soft and falls to the ground.

At first, it wasn't a human body, but rather a different texture, just a piece of cloth.

"King Cujaro gave it a name. I don't know, to the title."

Deep, thin, dead bodies float up, and something small moves inside.

"I hear that having multiple abilities can attract people who crave something. King Cujaro and I must have been very strong with each other."

If you look for a penetrating wound that would make the corpse stupid and that creature...

"Completely deceive and blend into the surroundings as the person. Even acquaintances, friends, lovers, and family deceive. The same memory, same technique, same reaction. That can't be done. Even the Doppelganger creates some kind of breakdown. I mean, it can't be."

... hiccup, a small figure appeared.

"... well, Lord Duken"

From somewhere, the rumored appearance of the name indicating it was murmured.

"Enables that impossible event. Then there are few possible options. If you're a cougaro, there's only one thing that comes to mind."

The limbs are made of dead trees on the face of an old man, a large layer of dwarfs, wearing cosmetic clowns.

The puppet, with its creepy, bizarre appearance, has a grief that makes it so gloomy that it cannot hide beneath the smiling makeup.

"Dordo Duken" … officially [Deadwood Clown], a rare, self-sustaining Relic of King Kudjaro… "

Celestia creates a black decorative sword and stares at an artifact that plays a clown with empty hollow eyes.

"I'll secure you here. Poor thing. Let's wash the King we serve with the wrong past.... right?

On the smile of the smiling goddess, the wild tree entertainer trembled.