The Immortal Demon King and the Impaired Hero

By the time most of the people are asleep. After looking through the inn window as the moon floats over the summer far above her head, Isaiyoi takes a glimpse of Evening Incense sleeping in her bed.

Had I enjoyed not being able to sleep in bed for nearly a week, Yuka was lying down and immediately starting to get some sleep. Despite the fact that Isaiyoi is here.

Do you consider it trustworthy or simply indefensible? If you think of previous dead statements, it's probably the former. Although it is an unhappy trust.

With a bitter smile, Isaiyoi exercises phantom magic on herself without making a sound. The surrounding space surrounding Isaiyoi is slightly distorted and his figure disappears. Now he is no longer visible in anyone's eyes.

If we put more defensive boundaries in the room, we're all set.

"Well... do you want me to take you on an invitation"

One shrugged, and Isaiyoi jumped out the window without a sound.

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On his way back from the forest of boundaries, Isaiyoi was constantly hit by a certain feeling.

That's like a kind of magic wave that humans can't sense, that can only be captured by one another. That has been releasing towards Isaiyoi individuals for a long time.

It's like inviting them, no. I guess they're actually inviting them.

As for Isaiyoi, I wanted to respond immediately to the invitation from the survival of a few demons, whether friendly or hostile, but there were both Evening Incense and Lilith on the spot of raw hatred. I couldn't run solo in that state, but I had no choice but to go back to the city and head to the woods in anticipation of Yukata falling asleep.

A half-day walk from the city to the forest reinforced the body of even the obsolete spec Demon King and ran through the space slightly off the ground with scaffolding formation to prevent dust and other things from winding up.

Less than an hour later, Isaiyoi's figure was at the entrance to the forest.

Behind the woods that cannot be illuminated by the pale moonlight. There is a constant wave of magic emanating from it.

Once he was ready to breathe, Isaiyoi stepped into the woods, almost in the dark.

Isaiyoi walks into the depths without darkness, even though he is sometimes blind at night to the body of the Demon King, and the moonlight does not reach him and his feet are not properly visible. In the meantime, I still don't encounter demons, and I can see that demons are genuinely retreating from the forest of boundaries.

After awhile frowning at an unusual situation that did not show any sign of demons, the trees were slightly neglected and the moonlight went out into place.

Isaiyoi hangs his hand on the pattern of the sword and exposes himself to the moonlight as he stands to fall out at any time. Then one shadow walked out of the darkness ahead, as if timed.

The identity of the shadow was a man.

Eyes hung nervously by dull blonde hair. The outfit is not certain because she is dressed in a robe, but I can feel the old vibe at any rate. But I can't feel old at all for the magic I enclose in my body and the killing spirit I've been pointing at.

This man doesn't even look like a normal person at first glance. But the magic wave that he emits is undoubtedly that of the Demons.

In the first place, what is the Demon Clan?

A demonic tribe is, in short, a being in which magic has its own self, a kind of magical life. The structure of the flesh of things that vary from individual to individual is, like humans, muscular, skeletal, and blood-flow. But all of its composition is magic.

Therefore, the majority of demons are superior to witchcraft and possess specs that are physically incomparable with human beings.

That much seemed like a hell of a cheat for the Demons to ask, but some factual individuals were strong enough to exchange a thousand rides without metaphors. Gainos and lems are examples of this.

However, the Demon Nation is somehow low in its number of individuals.

Even when Isaiyoi was grasping, he hadn't crossed two thousand. Now most of that number is overthrown by the hands of the brave, and we don't know how many survivors there are. I meet my own people under such circumstances, but I don't think anyone is willing to go out with Isaiyoi amicably.

"Did you show up, you traitor... ugh!"

"What...?"

Isaiyoi narrows his eyes to the words unleashed by the man revealing his burgeoning anger.

"Shame on you for being a Demon!"

"... oh, I see"

Isaiyoi could not forbid leaking sighs, as he guessed from words and deeds what the other party intended.

Perhaps this man is a demonic tribe with a strong tendency to look down on humans. Therefore, it is unacceptable for Isaiyoi to be with a human being while he is a demon.

"I will not admit to the shame of a demon like you."

A horrible, bottomless resentment sounds.

To the man who credits man as fragile and frail, and sees below, the way Isaiyoi is nothing to be seen. So I guess it's the soul gall that starts to lure you out.

It just doesn't seem like that's the only reason it's working.

Noticing that his opponent was up to something else, Isaiyoi put up a sword, trying to pull out as much information as he could for now.

"Let Non bury me with this hand. Die on this occasion now!"

That's what I said. When a man sticks his hand out toward Isaiyoi,

- Barry!

Purple electricity ran through the moonlight.

"- Huh!"

Isaiyoi instantly lets go of his sword and flips himself off the spot. Moments later, lightning burst out of a man's hand into a sword left behind in the universe.

"That's not magic... Inherent abilities?"

Demons have unique abilities depending on the individual. Huge your own flesh, blow flames like dragons from your mouth, and manipulate thunder like you do now. This is also one of the factors that is applauding the devil clan's decadence. By the way, Isaiyoi has no inherent abilities. It is irrational.

"Shit... you lumpy bastard"

While tongue-in-cheek abominably, the man puts his arms up against Isaiyoi again. Isaiyoi flirts with his opponent by constantly moving when he is not targeted.

"Yeah, it's kind of depressing! Thunder Gun.

Either way, a man's inherent abilities can't be unleashed unless he sets a firm goal, and the attacker switches to witchcraft.

Several thunder mimicking spears appear around the man's circumference, killing him to Isaiyoi in pieces.

Isaiyoi jumps into the shadow of a nearby tree and does it, judging it impossible to cut everything to the imminent mass of thunder spears. A tree shot by lightning emits a bursting, deafening sound, but it also heals in seconds.

Surprised the attack stopped, Isaiyoi peered through the shade of the tree to see how the target was coming out.

"- Gu!"

He was pierced by hidden tree communal lightning strikes.

"A tree can't even be a shield."

Unlike the magic thunderbolts, the intrinsic abilities seemed to be more penetrating and powerful, and the trees were torn vertically indelibly as if they had been struck by lightning strikes.

Naturally, Isaiyoi, who had suffered enough thunderstorms to rip the tree apart, would pound his knee.

A man with an overwhelming advantage lifts his mouth angle joyfully with a relaxed attitude.

"To this extent? I can't even talk about it."

A man who laughs with his nose like a mockery and looks down at Isaiyoi. I am completely sure of my victory and off guard. But the fact is, that thunderstorm had that much power. To the extent that a demon clan in line (...) falls into inaction with a single blow.

"... why are you, the Demon Nation, near such a human continent..."

"There are no words to speak to traitors. You demon bastard...!"

Mocking and cursing, plus a tone that probably included anger. Even if you immerse yourself in a sense of superiority in an understated opponent, you don't commit foolishness that gives you no information at all. I guess I just recognize Isaiyoi as an obstacle to my eyes.

It would be pointless to expect this man to slip his mouth any further.

Well, then...

- I'm gonna have to crack your mouth with strength.

Running out of a knee-poked position to make a start dash, he jumps into a man's nose at a speed that is not even noticeable.

"Noooo!?"

Ten steps were open. A man whose time was packed between blinks to float a startling phase. Still, I can see a man crossing the training ground quite a bit as he raises his arm to release a thunderbolt reflexively.

But...

"Slow...!"

"Gu!?"

By the time I put my arm up, Isaiyoi's appearance was already behind the man's back, slapping a painful kick on his defenseless exposed back. The man who takes the kick falls from the face to the ground.

Isaiyoi punches an intimidation with magic while holding her legs on its back to prevent her from getting up.

"Well, shall we talk about washing up? I don't know anything about hate torture, and I'd appreciate it if you could be honest with me."

"If so, stupid...... how can you move in the wake of the thunderbolt of Non...!?"

The man was more confident than that without saying he was absolute about his inherent abilities. Your heart would have stopped if you bathed in all of them, and at least your body should have been paralyzed and incapacitated.

If the opponent was a lined demon clan.

For Isaiyoi, who has a flesh that can withstand even the blow of the holy sword of the brave, only to the extent that he was stabbed by mosquitoes, such as the previous thunderbolt. Still, I made it look like I was seriously injured, because I biased myself into expecting a man to talk information to me on his own. Just that.

Winning and losing were never there from the beginning. No matter how strong the demon clan at its feet may be, there is no reason to rival Isaiyoi, the immortal demon king, albeit pseudo.

"Grr..."

A man groans with a groan, exposed to physical pressure from his feet and mental pressure from intimidation.

Isaiyoi keeps interrogating such a man without any concern about his condition.

"Well, let me tell you about survival other than you and where you are, what you're up to using borderline forest demons"

"Hey, what... what..."

"It's no use trying to cut white. Do you think you can delude me by making things happen so obviously?"

The disappearance of the demons of the border forest and the raid of men. Isaiyoi knew intuitively that these two were definitely connected behind them. Otherwise sooner, that would have been the earliest raid to visit Terms.

Reinforce the pressure and intimidation exerted from your feet on a man desperately trying to hide his upset and ask again.

"Grrr!"

Becky! and a strange noise that must not be sounded from the human body. Even the Demons have skeletons just like humans, so that's probably the sound of broken ribs or something right now.

The man tries to get away from the pressure he can put on his back, but Isaiyoi can't possibly forgive him for that, and he just ends up wasting both arms and legs in vain.

"Damn, damn... that's a different story!"

"Well, did someone give you information about me in advance? So, where is that fellow hiding?"

You must have realized it was awkward to say it. The man looks like he chewed up a bitter bug and shuts up.

Isaiyoi turns consciousness from the man who pierces silence to the darkness around him. If the man's words are true, someone might be watching us from somewhere, thinking about it and exploring the surrounding signs.

The man didn't miss that slight gap in consciousness.

"Damn, on getting...!"

Men stick their hands in their own nostalgia. Isaiyoi finds herself a moment late, wondering if she was hiding some kind of back hand in the action.

"Glory be to us demons!!"

- Long time no see.

After proclaiming loudly, the man stabbed his sword into his own throat, whether it would be or he had hidden it.

"............ what?"

Isaiyoi accidentally leaks a confused voice. Isaiyoi, the boulder, is also stunned by this development. I never thought I'd die myself without hesitation.

A man is completely out of breath at his feet. There was a mocking grin on that face that seemed like a victory.