The Immortal Demon King and the Impaired Hero

Isaiyoi finds herself in a situation where she is not happy at all if only literally but if she looks at the picture, being surrounded by five women in a dark alley day and night. Normally, the opposite is true for men and women. Thoughts with no benefits go past the back of the brain, but I decided not to try to think about it.

Check the situation again. Three in the front and two in the rear. Each one of them is blocking an alley from letting Isaiyoi escape, but honestly, that behavior doesn't make much sense at all.

Isaiyoi is able to form scaffolding in the air by magic to jump in the sky. In other words, all you have to do is run upstairs, no matter what blocks the way. It doesn't hurt or itch to be put through.

If you really want to stop Isaiyoi, there's no point if you don't suppress it up in all directions. It is somewhat impossible to ask for it to the degree of adventurer there is.

Anyway, the situation in which Isaiyoi is placed is not at all what can be called a crisis. So there is no rush, because of the spare attitude, Isaiyoi says without any cowardice.

"It was Lilith who wished to accompany him rather than say no. If you want to keep Lilith and me apart, tell her herself."

They should have been watching the exchange at the tavern yesterday in the first place. Nonetheless, I stuck with Isaiyoi because I couldn't even hear what the conversation was about, or if I didn't have the guts to tell him directly. Probably both.

Before that, do they know Lilith? Poke around and you'll blow yourself up on your own.

The mouth peeking from the robe distorts in the return of Isaiyoi's spare body.

"... are you going to shield me from being noble?"

The opponent begins to put his power on Kasashi as soon as possible if his hands run out. But there is no way Isaiyoi will succumb to that extent, but rather tell them to stroke their minds.

"Noble. How could a nobleman do such a barbaric and dangerous thing to an adventurer?"

"Oh, that's..."

"Oh, good. It must be a heroic aspiration to be let out of the house by three or four women who can't even take part in a housekeeping fight."

It was a pointer like Isaiyoi's one who didn't know anything about human aristocracy, but he wasn't out of strength. The killing spirit that can be directed at the evidence from the five of us has swelled up, and it's going to come at me now, pulling out my sword.

"Insulting the nobility is a good courage, isn't it? You can chop that neck off here."

Each hands on his or her own sword with blackmail conflicting words. Isaiyoi looks at the situation as if it were some other human resources, while scolding one small worker.

"Speaking of which, Lilith asked me yesterday if I was a nobleman or a knight."

To the words, the movement of the five stops perfectly. Isaiyoi continues to laugh lightly at the look of it.

"Lilith said she saw signs of solid and educated work and language. To be honest, I'm surprised they spotted us that far."

Although Lilith's reasoning was wrong. Still, in a short time, Isaiyoi and Yuka were truly surprised by the insight they saw as educated people. Therefore the word of Isaiyoi is from the heart, and there is not one lie or falsehood.

However, words are very troublesome, and just a few deficiencies create misunderstandings. Now it seems that the five have mistaken him by Isaiyoi's rhetoric as noble or equivalent.

As for Isaiyoi, I just put the word as it is. But it's also true that the fact that you deliberately lay low is flirting with them.

Isaiyoi looks desperately at the laughter that is about to leak into the development as the prospect suggests, and watches the behavior of the five.

What sky is the strength of all five until earlier? They are all distorting their mouths like they uniformly chewed up bitter bugs.

Beyond being the same aristocrat, we are the ones who are in a bad position if we badly serve them. If they were higher in title than ourselves, we wouldn't even be able to see them. That's what makes them step on two feet.

He is a total cash person.

Exhale in a small sigh and Isaiyoi walks out. They can't help Isaiyoi and the others with this. I would never have thought that being a bent aristocrat would be a shackle.

And so on, I guess it was a sweet idea for Isaiyoi. I should have known for myself that I didn't understand the thoughts of these fanatics.

"... did you say that woman, Yuka"

My feet stop reflexively by the name of my accidental whine. The woman leading the reaction hoisted the corner of her mouth.

Say hello? I don't care what happens to her if you turn against us. "

- Shut up, you bastard!

Bang! kicks the ground with so much momentum that the noise sounds and fleshes to the woman, grabbing her fine neck up. Kafu, and the woman exhales.

"Don't proclaim it amusing enough. So, what do you want to do with Evening Incense? Say it."

There is no grin on that face until just now. The expression is infinitely close to nothing, but there is so much anger in his eyes that he just seems to get stunned.

Sometimes she is pierced by angry pregnant gaze and strangled and the woman can't raise a single voice.

"What? I can't hear you. More clearly."

Just a little Isaiyoi loosens her hand and the woman inhales her breath as she gasps this fortunately,

"Yay, do it!"

I skipped directions to other faces like I was screaming. To that instruction, the swords are pulled out and attacked as the ever stiff women have been played.

Isaiyoi throws the woman he was tightening at a woman approaching from the right and jumps into the womans' nose as she waves her sword down from the left. He deviates from stroking the belly of an approaching sword to the front of his eyes as he captures the two colliding at the right edge of his sight, slapping his hands on the pigeon tail, which is exposed to defenselessness.

- One.

Without seeing it fall, Isaiyoi turns his consciousness to the two people jumping from behind him. One is trying to exercise witchcraft, regardless of whether it is a spike with a sword or a narrow alley.

With a small tongue pounding, Isaiyoi looks back and smites a pounding blow with only the movement of his neck, kicking him with considerable force and hitting a woman about to exercise witchcraft.

- Two, three.

Two people who sound dull and lie down on the ground. One of the bones would have passed away, but Isaiyoi has no wind as if he cared. Instead, I just stare when I tell you to just be thankful that you have life.

"... let's see"

Ten seconds after the battle, all three are powerless, and the other two are frightened by the ultimately incredible reality that the opponent is powerless. Only the woman who said what happened to Evening Incense and the woman who bumped into him.

"Shall I ask you again? What do you want to do with Evening Incense?"

Asked in conjunction with intimidation, one lost his hips and the other lost his mind unbearably.

"Hino..."

I raise my pity and try to escape with a crawling body where a woman who has lost her hips is blind to her companions. but Isaiyoi couldn't have forgiven it, and when he walked over to the woman unconstitutionally, he pulled out his sword and added a blade to his neck muscle from behind.

"Look, say it. Yeah?"

"Hi... Yu, loosen up..."

A woman who can't scream a single scream because Isaiyoi's intimidation is so strong, she just begs for forgiveness. But Isaiyoi never hears it.

With his wretched exposed back, Isaiyoi quietly waves up his sword. And as I was, I waved my sword down mercilessly.

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- I stopped it with a piece of female neck paper.

Why did you stop? Isaiyoi didn't quite understand himself. The calm part of my head just complains that I don't need to go that far.

Stiff with the sword stopped close to the neck. From there on out, you don't jump a woman's neck.

He would have slashed away without hesitation before. No, he wouldn't have lacked the capacity and calm to do this in the first place.

- Drop it. Just calm down.

Take a big, deep breath once and calm your mind, trying to put your sword away,

"- Isayoi!"

To a voice that sounded unexpected, Isaiyoi strengthens his body. When I pointed my gaze forward from the woman at my feet in a shabby motion, there was an appearance of Evening Incense raising and lowering my shoulders.

Is it good or bad between them? No, it would have been good in this case. For the women. For Isaiyoi, though, it might rather be the worst time.

Until just now, we were bumped into each other by differences in life's values. I'm not talking about awkward places, such as encountering a scene like this on that arrow tip.

Isaiyoi thinks in a corner of his mind that he will be fully loving or hated.

Thinking of it like some other HR, Soon Seika was approaching me right in front of me.

"... let's just get out of here."

That said, Yuka walked out toward the street when she took Isaiyoi's hand. Isaiyoi put his sword away and took a glimpse of the women, and left them in the alley, drawn by Seika as they were.

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"Well, you know where it is."

Ask Evening Incense, who walks next door looking up at the completely darkened sky. Hands are paid for by Evening Incense, who went out into the street and noticed his surrounding gaze some time later, and now walks through the city of Terms with a distance that is not two people away.

"There were noises, but more than that, your intimidation reached the street. He said some of them were turning bright blue."

"... right"

I didn't expect my intimidation to reach the street across the building. Once again, I recognised my out-of-standard Isaiyoi.

"Damn... what did those people tell you to piss you off so much?"

"It's..."

Isaiyoi gets stuck in a response when asked. I couldn't possibly be foolish enough to be honest with you when you said something about Yuka and did it to me. Isaiyoi forcefully misses the point.

"You didn't think I attacked you?"

"What, a hobby to abuse the weak?"

"No, I don't..."

I'm having trouble deciding if I should feel sorry for women who are naturally vulnerable and certified.

"I know you're not the one who wields power for no reason. That's all I trust."

If I looked next to him in surprise when he said that without a coward, there was a slight appearance of Evening Incense dyeing his cheeks to Zhu and pointing that way. It was a rare, lit but honest word for Evening Incense.

"And you seem to be dead, so there's no possibility of that."

Isaiyoi's mood plummets to a trust that makes him not happy at all. I feel exactly like I've been lifted and dropped. It wasn't that far up, though.

Evening incense suddenly stopped walking as she was dropping one shoulder. Isaiyoi also stops about two steps late and looks back at Evening Incense.

"What's wrong?"

"Uh, the..."

Yuka meditated to patrol just a little, then opened her eyes like she had decided to.

"Isaiyoi. Earlier, I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking about your feelings."

Yuka bowed her head. Isaiyoi, by contrast, replies softly by serving.

"Fine, that was my fault too. So raise your head."

If Isaiyoi says so, Evening Incense slowly looks up. Then two eyes looked to Isaiyoi with a strong will.

"I'm sure what you said at the inn wasn't wrong. I think it's the right thing to do in this world."

But continue with Evening Incense.

"Still, I don't want to change"

Isaiyoi listens silently and quietly to the thoughts of Yuka, who was told with firm will.

"It's a sweet idea, and I know I'm trying. I also understand that it's not about disadvantage that you have to worry about your opponent's life when fighting. Still, I don't want to tolerate taking my life."

Evening incense clenching her right fist and forcefully theorizing protruded her clenched fist toward Isaiyoi.

"- So strong enough to blow up any disadvantage or impossibility!"

Forget that this is the middle of the road, the people's environment, too, and Evening Incense proclaimed with her chest stretched.

The surrounding gaze gathers in the proclamation of Evening Incense. In the meantime, Isaiyoi was indulging in his unwitting desire to squat on the spot with his head in his arms.

Weird. How can you run into a brain muscle theory like that?

When Isaiyoi remembered his headache on Yuka's confident expression, his shoulder was slapped.

"That's why I need your help. Speaking specifically about magic. As for swordsmanship... you're way out of standard, so I'll learn from Lilith."

Isaiyoi holds his head in the presence of Yukata, who goes on to talk about whether he found out about his consent or not.

Perhaps Lilith won't be able to take a few lessons if she asks. Rather, I may wish for a match as a pleasure.

I guess we're going to be busy again and it's going to be a hassle, and Isaiyoi stares somewhere far from depressed.

"Nice to meet you, Isaiyoi!"

"... I get it."

Nor could he handle the evening incense with a full grin unhindered, and Isaiyoi admitted, perhaps mixed with a shudder. Sunset strokes her chest down to relieve her as she walks out in a light foothold.

"... thanks"

I followed the back of Evening Incense, who was a few steps ahead with a bitter smile that he still couldn't be honest with the mumbling words.

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Where in the land of the devils? Eight shadows surrounded the round table in the dark.

Each of the eight shadows surrounding the round table had physical characteristics that were separate from the great mortal man, with horns growing or harrowing wings on his back, even though they were shaped like humans.

- It's a demon tribe.

The fierce ones who have survived today, while most of them have been destroyed by repeated warrior invasions. That's the eight of us on this scene and a few more who aren't here. It is the last survival of an authentic demon clan that a dozen people have included Isaiyoi.

Approximately half of its survival had met together.

"Finally, this is the time"

One person is pompous. The others snort harshly as they agree with it.

"... they won't move"

"Hmm, a coward without power. There's only so many more of them."

One said abominably to the bitterly murmured words. Even as others tried to open their mouths in tune with it, one man lifted up his hand loosely to control it.

The man who stopped was one of the most permanent of them, yet one of the most powerful demons.

It produces tough black wings from the back and dots black scales all over the body. And if any man of Isaiyoi, or of the world with Evening Incense, had seen him, he would say this with all his mouths together. With the Dragon Man.

But he is a demon tribe of history.

Him - Ljuvius Dragnil is the only living individual of these eight before Isaiyoi was summoned as the Demon King. Its age is late six hundred. Even Isaiyoi is incapable of being fat when it comes to one aspect of experience that has accumulated clearly.

There was no one who could turn his teeth head-on to him like that, and while leaving him with some dissatisfaction, there was no other face to push silently.

In anticipation of the place being surrounded by silence, Ljuvius began to speak in a majestic tone.

"The time of eternity has passed over the summons of the Demon King and the Brave. Many of my countrymen have scattered and been drunk of bitter juice. But it's over."

Other faces stood up quietly in the following form to Llevius, who rose up in a slow eagle frying motion.

"Female time is over. The Demon King is down, and man is enjoying his first temporary peace. Now is the time for revenge. During the demonic rebuilding. I'll show you things in the eyes of fragile, small humans!"

Hate, anger, madness. Various emotions dwell in their eyes, and their voices rise according to the words of Ljuvius.

"Glory be to us demons!"

"Glory be to you!"

Eight shadows disappeared, sounding somewhere proud in the darkness that lasted everywhere.