The Former Witch Reincarnated as A Village Girl

For the Demon King Berpheus, the existence of Chateau was a different dimension from its own. I only saw her once but still felt her strength in my skin enough and realized she was invincible. But for Belpheus today, Chateau was a necessity. It was the strength needed to sink the storm that is now taking place in the Devil's Land.

Shatia relaxed with her legs together as she sat on the couch opposite Belpheus. The gesture of no hesitation is the same as when we first met. The figure changed, and the presence of the witch Shatifar did remain there. When he saw it, Belpheus smiled as little as he missed it.

"Much... you're getting smaller. Shatifar."

"I now call myself Shatia. Call me that, too. This is just a villager's daughter, Shatia."

That's what Shatia said with a grin on Belpheus' words, too.

Now she is only a girl named Shatia, not a witch Shatifar. Besides, it's inconvenient to use the name Shatifar here. With that in mind, Shatia cautioned so. Belpheus also understood it, making him nod his face with cockroaches.

"You're the one who's grown up. I used to be such a cute kid, but now I look like Agate... lamentable."

"Hugh... you're the only one who can say that."

Shatia, who knows about Aguito, the former demon king, said so to grieve that Belpheus had become like his father. Put your finger in your eye and take a weeping trick. When he saw it, Berpheus grinned bitterly and shook his head as if he had lifted up his hand and said he had come.

Everyone around knows about Agate, the former demon king. Agate was a hero to the Demons. I can say it's lamentable to resemble such an agate, etc., even if it's a joke, it's about Shatia. After all, Belpheus returns his gaze to her, recognizing that Shatia is of another dimension.

"What's going on with Agate's guy? I don't think that mass of muscle can die that easily."

"My father is already hiding and living in secrecy... he's been getting rattles on his ankles lately."

Remembering the presence of Agate, Berpheus answered pale when Shatia asked.

After all, Shatia is relieved because she doesn't seem to be dead. But there is no reason for me to develop any more emotions than that, so I just replied.

"... so he deliberately brought me into such an unpopular room. What can I do for you? Berfeus."

After the public discourse was over, Shatia suddenly got to the point. There's nothing wrong with that, so I won't hesitate. Belpheus opened his eyes slightly to Shatia's same attitude and showed a surprised bare gesture, but opened his mouth as he narrowed his eyes quietly.

"To put it straight... I want you to save the demon kingdom"

"... ho?

Belpheus, who thought it rude to say anything far-fetched about Shatia, first conveyed his aspirations. Upon hearing it, Shathia puts her hand on her mouth to be amused, and moves her fingers to make the ordinance.

"The demonic kingdom is now divided into two parts… into two parts: my fellow supporters and extremists trying to rule the human continent"

Berfeus explained that as he stood his finger up. I move my mouth desperately to tell you the current state of the demonic kingdom and to make you see how much crisis this country is now facing. Shatia was listening to the explanation in silence.

"It's the Witch of Exploration cloaks who are directing the extremists... the diagrams with the demons on board the plan that cloaks are planning are more correct than saying. Cloak tries to dominate the human world, and more than half of the Demons support it."

"And you're the ones who are opposed to it, right? I didn't expect the king to be abandoned by the people... that's horrible."

At present, the witch cloak has not revealed that she is a pronounced witch, but still plans to rule the human world as one of the researchers. Many of the demons agree with it and want to invade it. Its scale is such that even Belpheus, the demon king, cannot be stopped, and the demonic kingdom is almost in a state of division. As it was, there was no stranger to civil unrest.

What Berfeus is afraid of is a runoff of cloaks. Croke's behavior is too unscrupulous. She made the demons attack the northern fort with her own abilities, and she dropped it brilliantly, but as a result there were many casualties. Though sacrifice is an accessory to the battle, Berpheus could not ignore it as king. We have to stop this, cloak.

"Cloak is not going to hate any sacrifice to destroy the humans... his actions are going too far... please, please stop him...!

Belpheus lowered his head here for the first time and asked Shatia to come in. Seeing that look, Shatia reminds me of what Aguito once looked like. But he was a demon king who would never do anything to keep his head down. He meditates quietly on his eyes and Shatia slightly distorts his mouth.

I understand the general purpose of the cloak. It would be revenge against the humans if it were easy to understand. Cloak is priceless and terribly hates being ridiculed. That's why they're using the demons and waging war to dominate the human continent. Shatia appreciates that it is an easy means to understand. The war between humans and demons has been going on for a long time, and with a few hands there, we can easily wage a fierce war. If it is the witch who applies the hand, the intensity will be even greater.

but Shatia doesn't make her face nod right away. I put my hand on my cheek to think of something, and let Yurali tilt her neck.

"Stop me...? Which one of you said we'd put our hands together first?

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Berpheus let Pickle wiggle his shoulders at Shatia's words, who whimpered casually. He does not try to open his mouth, but wakes up slightly the head he was making him lean over and keeps his eyes from only aligning. Seeing the reaction, Shatia quietly zeroed her breath.

"Belpheus... you look a lot like your father Agate. He was easy to understand because he was lavish, but he was always trying to get the power of a witch. Strong ambition, trying to make everything ours."

Shatia said so thinking of Agate's face once.

Agate was a man with no back cover, for better or worse. It conveys its own demands in a direct balloon irrelevant to Jianmae and so on, and it puts the other person in trouble. That's because he's driven by his own unmistakable ambitions. From the other side, it is troublesome, but some obeyed it with a strange charm because of its extravagant character. But not in the case of Belpheus. He possesses a calm that is truly worthy of a king with a great deal of character. From the edge, it is the opposite of Agate, but its mind firmly inherits its its father's ambition, and the opposite of character therefore has a troublesome character. In short, it is Château's appreciation of a troublesome person who conveys his demands properly to his understated personality habits.

"At least you wanted it too, didn't you? I'm trying to help the witch... and I met Cloak... and I don't know which way you brought this up, but you guys have formed a partnership. Don't you think it's a good story about the bugs that want to turn it into a rebellion now?

Shatia leaned her neck small and asked Berpheus that. It was as if a teacher were a sight to teach students the good and the bad of things. Berpheus lifts his face and causes his lips to wave. I try to say something, but the words that came out to my throat disappear without taking shape. There was a glimmer of sweat on his blue-white cheek.

"... I did meet Croke and make an agreement"

At last, Berpheus starts talking. He admitted his deeds and began to talk about when he met Croke. Shut up and listen because Shatia was also interested in the story.

"He told me. If I wanted to, I could make the Devil's Country the strongest. When you become an invincible country that no nation can beat... yes, you told me"

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Belpheus squeezes his fist and says spicy. I knew why Shatia would react like that.

It is the dream of all the demons who have followed from the first demon kings to say that they will make the demon kingdom their strongest country. When it comes to the strongest country, it depends on specificity, but in short, the demonic kingdom will be the country that rules the world. So they are trying to destroy the most intrusive beings. And probably cloaks stuck in that gap, Shatia guesses.

"But the way it was done was too violent... so you want to make sure you didn't have a promise, right?

"...... although I say after invading the human continent, there are hundreds of victims out there one after another......! The people haven't noticed yet. That we are strangling ourselves...!

Berfeus fisted his desk. I don't remember my anger. But he distorts his expression so that he has teething thoughts. Shatia sighed small as she shrugged and put her arms together.

"You must be aware that sacrifice is an accessory to the war. How weak you are. You know that?

"There are limits......! Anyway, if you're just simply going to fight, Croke is starting to get his hands on something other than the human country. He doesn't want to rule, he wants to destroy...!

Here at last Château finally understood what Berfeus was afraid of. For him, the purpose is domination, not war. It is of the utmost importance that we show strength rather than destroy the enemy countries. But the focus of the cloaks is not there, but destruction to avenge. And the thought is becoming more radical and no longer confined to the land of man alone. Perhaps as it is, the Demon Nation will become the ruler of the world, or turn all nations into enemies and isolate them. Belpheus is afraid of it.

"Hmm... largely understood"

Shatia nods again and again as she sorts out in her head what Belpheus tells her. And when I grinned satisfactorily, I looked at Belpheus.

"I understand you're burning your hands on cloaks... but my purpose is the magic book that cloaks robbed. I can't get my hands on the demon kingdom."

".................. ku"

Upon hearing Shatia's response, Berpheus leaked a small, regrettable voice. However, there is no objection, and there is no appearance of any opinion. He dropped his shoulders as if he'd given up, obviously depressed. Shatia unwraps the hand she was working with. And I smiled with wonder.

"But, well, I hear your daughter's bothering you. I'll put some moxibustion on it."

By no means is that kindness. I just stop it because my own countryman, Croke, is messing with it. Indeed, that was all that happened. But from Belpheus it was the hand of salvation, and when he raised his face he gave a bright look as the fog cleared.