The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

I was dreaming.

The dream, obviously a dream that can be seen as a dream, the characters walk around the town in Japanese clothing and made of wood.

They were speaking Japanese... I mean, it was a time play kind of world.

Naturally, I think a place like this might be at the far east end of this planet.

I thought so.

I mean, I guess it's a projection of my own aspirations.

The people in japanese costumes are walking down the road, and they are walking in it themselves.

The season was spring and the castle was visible in the distance.

Instead of a stone castle, the tiles are black and the walls are lacquered and pure white.

It seemed to be a downtown boulevard, with numerous shops on both sides, and goodwill descending with roommates in nostalgic letters on the table.

Oh, I miss it.

Is there such a place in the Far East?

I want to go.

I naturally thought so, as the birds crossing inspired regression instincts.

but my heart denied it.

This world is not like the original world.

Even if there is something like Japan, there will be no Japan I think there is.

There is no Roman Empire or Mongolian Empire in this world.

There may be a Japanese-like island, but it won't be Japan there.

Again, that was something I've been thinking about repeatedly.

When I woke up conscious, puffy, and opened my eyes, the day seemed to be already climbing, and my vision was bright.

Turn around your sloppy neck because you left your back in a hard tree, whilst closing your eyes.

Poncho's hood was off.

I wonder who took it off.

Is that Carol?

I thought so, but Carol was in her chest.

I was suspicious, and when I opened my eyes clearly and looked around, something momentum caught on the edge of my sight.

We're gonna bump!

My neck moved before I thought so as to avoid reflexively the ball that flew over my head.

My head shifts to the side.

Scong! and I heard a creepy noise, beside my ear.

It wasn't the ball that flew in.

It was not a bird or anything.

In front of me, I could see a sword polished up and reflecting the brilliance of steel.

And the sword, which would have broken my head from ear to side if I hadn't avoided it at all, is now burying the blade in the trunk of the tree I had on my back.

Nng????

A brain that was devouring peace in its sleep accepted reality and switched the background of its head from a world of happy dreams to a world of reality, as if one day it had been suddenly thrown into the world of Shura.

I knock my body down to the side as much as I want and roll to escape the blade.

Poncho was torn vertically from what he tore in Gotagota yesterday and his body was free at one turn.

"Wow, what!?

Carol, roughly awakened, said as she woke up and patted her eyes.

As I turned my neck and shook my sight in an attempt to grasp the situation, I immediately discovered Kanker.

"Become!"

Carol, who notices the crook, takes the dagger out of her pocket with a trained hand.

but Kanker pulled out the dagger. He grabbed that hand with his own and stopped it.

"Ugh..."

Carol took off her dagger when she was stuck in her hand.

If I were to be the one dealing with all that sword moves, I guess my grip would be amazing. I have no choice in this.

Or rather relieved.

I'm more afraid of being slashed for strange resistance.

"Hey, it's been a while."

I said with vigilance around.

Other than Kanker, for once, so far, there is no sign of an enemy at close range.

but he could be far away.

With me, the situation is completely inadequate.

My head was surrounded by exciting substances, like running streams, and my dreams were quickly leaving for the other side.

Then, it was my left leg that worried me.

Whether adrenaline is working or putting force on your fingertips and gently stepping on it doesn't feel like you can lose your strength due to pain.

I can stand normally.

If you step in two or three times, will you bear it?

More than that, I'm afraid of arrows.

Fearing the arrows, I moved subtly so that the trunk of the tree would be back.

Even if you can be vigilant with your eyes on the side, you need to show a big gap to see behind the whole thing.

My head is turning properly. I am also attentive.

Aware of that, I felt my feet on the ground.

"Put your weapon down."

Canker placed the belly of his sword on Carol's shoulder, which woke him only in his upper body.

You still recovered the armor, the arm-foot copper head... and you have metal armor all over your body.

but only the face, which completely destroyed the hardware, had been removed.

On the dewy face, there is a cloth wrapped around the side.

Trousers or some kind of fabric, which seemed pretty tightly tied, but the cloth was stained bright red.

The nose is not muscular subcutaneously, cartilage makes it difficult to suture, and even if you wrap the cloth around it to stop it, the nose beam gets in the way and is hard to stop the bleeding in that area.

It would have been difficult.

"I'll say it again. Put your weapon down."

You don't have to tell me twice.

"Sure, you said canker. It's a boulder, you are."

……

Really a boulder.

It's frustrating.

"You followed me through the night, didn't you? While examining the footprints (after me) with pine lights or something... You have a grudge against me, it's not something you can do. I can stand that upper arm, and I can cut my head off."

Even if I wanted to, I wouldn't normally be able to perform.

If they almost wiped out the troops, burned loads, and heavily injured on top of that, it would break my heart.

Normal gut theory can't help it.

It would have taken a truly polished body and mind.

"Don't get me wrong. I don't want to talk to you. Put down your weapon or I'll kill this woman."

Kanker repeated.

but are you bad at acting or don't you have the temper to be impatient there.

"You followed me through the night and found me asleep. Fine, but there are two of them for some reason. When I opened the hood in suspicion, one of them came with a beautiful blonde. Well, I'm the only one who wants to kill you."

The first slaughter was only aimed at me, not at Carol.

When Canker opened the hood, me and Carol's head must have been held together to fold.

If Carol's hair was black, you can bet, but I would have been in the afterlife for a long time.

If you stick a sword in Carol's belly and skewer the two like dough, that's it.

Nothing is difficult.

but to this guy, I couldn't do that.

That's because Carol's blonde hair caught my eye.

I guess I noticed the slash because I was lost for a moment wondering exactly how I waved my sword to slash only my head and not let Carol suffer one scratch.

A sword struck the trunk also wanted a toothpick to keep the sword from flowing over Carol after causing a fatal injury to my head.

Perhaps he was ill because of the bloodshed and couldn't put that much trust in the sword muscle.

"Just give me the weapon."

Kanker said it four times.

"You can't do this."

I assured him I could cover it.

There's no way we can do this.

"Carol. Throw me the wand there."

I said it in Shan.

Carol doesn't understand my conversation with Canker at all.

As Myalo said one day, it would sound like some kind of octopus conversation.

"Yikes... ok?

"Oh, believe me"

Carol threw me a crutch at her feet.

I crouched down a little and picked it up, sheathing the short knife I was pulling out.

Grab the foot of the crutch, point the T-shaped part at the canker, and set it up.

In the meantime, Kanker did nothing.

I just had a sword belly on Carol's shoulder.

"You're out of your mind. That's why it's a weird story, but I can trust you. If this was a stupid peasant soldier who didn't know anything, it would have been a big deal."

………

"That guy is worth more than the same weight of gold. But if I kill you, it's just a chunk of meat. You, not Mogadishu, must know before you think you're a good hostage to kill for threatening me, for revenge, for such a boring thing. You can't kill me. I'm not threatening you."

When I said that, Canker moved his sword and put a blade on Carol's cheek.

"... even if you can't kill him, you can hurt him"

Huh.

"You know... The woman to hold is better off without a scratch in her face. When the price drops, you just lose money."

It's more exciting to have a few scratches in it. Some humans will be, but given that the higher the demand, the higher the price, the worse it will be, the less than half the value.

It's a ridiculous act, like deliberately breaking large gems into small grains.

"Are you good? Make an indelible wound and this woman's life will be ruined."

"I don't care"

Either way, if I die and Carol is exposed, there's a life waiting for me to live as a thing in the world of Klu people.

It's not comparable.

If I had a scratch on my face, I wouldn't be in public anymore, I'd kill myself because it's the end of my life, and if I were some sort of thought-circuit woman, I might change my story, but Carol isn't.

"That's not true. You must have carried this lame-legged woman. There's no way I care about the woman I helped after all the hard work."

Well, don't think so.

My fight yesterday, or whatever I said myself, was working well, and I should have wondered why my legs were slow.

A little tour of thought would get you to that conclusion.

"I don't care. Unless I'm gonna kill you, but I know you can't."

"Are you sure? Even if this woman's life is without a platform."

Oh, is this the guy?

Am I mistaken because there is little human rights for women in my own country?

I feel like I haven't had a bite.

"That's why it won't. 'Cause she's gonna be my wife."

I lied.

"... what?

"As soon as I got back from this, I got married. If this is the kind of situation where you get a scratch on your face, you can't help it. Well, it makes me sad. We're gonna get over this."

"... Ku"

Kanker had a short toothpick.

I don't know if you regret it, but the bloody cloth tying your face to the side is too miserable to read your expression.

"If that woman is a piece of garbage that is totally worthless to you, she will kill you anyway because it is garbage. You can also target my psychological upset. But I know very well that you've found a great deal of value in that hair. I'll kill you, I'll cut your face off, so shut up and you'll be killed, 'cause you're not gonna get on with some ridiculous menace."

………

"Well, I'd be in trouble if the blade slipped, so if I were, I wouldn't attack. The rest depends on you, but how long are you gonna be doing this? This is advice, but don't be ridiculous about hostage maneuvers. You better get your sword up."

My wounds are sewn, so there's less bleeding, and I'm not exposed to the wound surface.

The wounds are the same. But there is a difference in cloud mud at the level of treatment.

It's over there waiting and draining your strength.

"You can't ask that. This battle is in your favor."

Favorable?

"You mean I ate enough and slept, and you've been up all night, and you've lost blood on top of that?

"... yes"

If I thought you were making an impossible escape, I'd be sure I'd lose if I fought.

"You haven't noticed. I'm seriously injured in the leg."

I gently raised my left leg and showed my soles.

The shoe stays on the tip of my toe.

The left foot has no toe sole and there is just a bandage wrapped around it.

It should be red and black with a little bleeding.

"This is what happened to stepping on a piece of iron because you stripped me of my shoes. If it weren't for this, I'd be chasing you around yesterday. You weren't surprised it didn't happen?

Probably from Canker, I gave up tracking too quickly. I would have felt that.

"This foot barely works. I can't move like I did yesterday. The bleeding, as you can see, is terrible. Objectively, maybe five or five minutes."

I'm not saying that there's a wound under the cloth that Carol stitched up exactly.

What scares me is that Kanker thinks it's absolutely against him.

If you think about it that way, you think you should definitely avoid fighting me, and fighting first is not an option in itself.

"Besides, you have a better weapon. I hurt that nose because my bomb accidentally struck me, but this time there's nothing like it. Well, let me use this."

And I rebuilt my crutches.

If it's enough to use a knife, it's better this way.

In the fight against this guy, the difference in reach is so great.

Hopefully, enough to brace a short knife at the end of the crutch, but you can wait that long.

"Don't shut up, let's just do it"

"... right"

When Kanker grabbed Carol's collar, he threw it to the right so he could throw it away.

"Huh!"

I can see Carol screaming.

That was a rough throw.

"Better tell the woman to stay out of the way"

"Really?

"Wealth and honor are fascinating, but they cannot replace life. I have no hesitation in pointing the sword at you if you want to come on your feet or anything. Then we'll be unhappy for each other."

That's a good chance, actually.

"Carol, they say if you give me a hand, I'll kill you. Hide in the shadow of a tree."

"... ok"

and had a short conversation in Shan.

"I told you. Are you relieved?"

"Oh."

So briefly, Kanker held the sword with both hands.

When we come to the point where we pack our mistakes unconstructively and our mistakes overlap with each other, we lay down our swords ghoulishly.

"Huh!"

When I exhaled small, it cut right off.

Even so, obviously far away, it's not a sword that reaches my body.

It took me to cut off the crutches I was putting out front.

Because regular spears have deep stems (baskets) in the pattern, there is iron in some parts of the tip from which the meeting is often held.

but of course that's not on the crutches.

This was originally a spear, but that part has been cut off.

Avoid without a sword, and protect the wand, but the sword stretches out to follow the wand.

There was a crossing of two or three swings.

From the sight of it, I wouldn't even have thought of it as slashing each other, it would have looked like they were beating each other up with sticks from outside the intermission.

The time opens.

"Hmm."

I still thought it would be unfavourable to put it in the middle, and I held the cane to my right shoulder.

When he did so, he felt defenseless as if he were standing naked against a sword to which his cuttoes were directed.

Nothing has changed, but it's a lot of pressure that there's nothing pinched between the other's sword and his own body, which, if slashed, will bleed out.

Even if it's one stick, they're not.

"You're calm..."

Somehow he called from the other side.