The Immortal Demon King and the Impaired Hero

"Out of the way, Isaiyoi. Because I'm going to the Adventurer Guild now."

"Sorry, but that's a consultation I can't do"

"Why!?"

Evening incense yells at Isaiyoi, who stands blocking the entrance to the room. A level of noise annoying to other customers, but raw hate. Now no one complains about the fuss anywhere.

Irritated by Isaiyoi, who had no sign of retreat, and being ignored by Lilith combined, Yuka grabbed hold of Isaiyoi's chest barn.

"Why, why are you interrupting, Isaiyoi!? Terms will be attacked by demons like this!?"

"I know that, even if they don't say so"

"Then why are you turning to the escort?" If we're serious, we can do it. "

"You think you can?"

"-"

Asked, Evening Incense gets stuck in words. Isaiyoi says to fold there.

"Thousands cross Yu just by borderline forest demons. In addition, the opponent will also be scratching demons from the Demon Nation's continent. I don't know the exact number, but I'm pretty sure it's still 10,000. Do you really think you can do something about 10,000 troops, no matter how strong Yukata is?"

"So, but if you mean it"

"If you do that, you'll immediately reveal that I'm a demon. Or being the worst demon king."

"Ugh... that's..."

When they said that, I couldn't find a word to return Evening Incense either, and I lowered the hand I was grasping without strength.

Indeed, it would not be impossible to defend Thelmus if Isaiyoi fought with all his might at the expense of the damage. But when we find out who we are, we fall for it.

Yuka understands that too. We are also well aware that our overriding purpose is only the destruction of the Holy Sword, and for that reason we are now hiding our identity.

Still,

"Please, Isaiyoi. Get out of there."

"No. If we find out who we are here, it's all gonna be a blister."

"I know. So... I'm the only one who fights. You turn to the escort. Then you won't complain, will you?"

"... why do you go so far? It's only been a month, right?"

Isaiyoi says with such expressions as a heartfelt incomprehension. Evening incense shook his neck to the side to deny his words like that, and looked up at Isaiyoi with his eyes that dwelt as strong a will as one day.

"If you reach out, you have a life you might be able to save. Then I'll reach out. Even if it's just a month's work for you, it's already important to me."

Isaiyoi closed her eyes so that she could have a headache in the words spoken by Evening Incense with a loving expression somewhere.

- Oh, yeah. Yuka was a person of that nature (Tachi).

Stubborn guy who sticks his neck in someone else's situation without needing to go in and then doesn't even try to bend him once he decides. No matter how reasoned she is, she kicks them in and steps in. Just biased, in selfish belief everywhere that I don't want to regret it but for.

I don't know what reason you're afraid to regret it, but I guess even Tsukiko won't move any more than she would if she abandoned Termus for Yuka.

Even if

"Can I let Lilith's generosity stand in the way? He thought of you and took his word for it in such a forceful way?"

Even if someone was taking care of themselves,

"All the more so then. Just as Lilith cares about me, so do I."

Evening incense, naturally enough, ran out.

Even if it doesn't interfere with their generosity, Yuka tries to save every thought of it. It's all a big circle, and at the end of the day, let's put our hands on a laughable ending.

That's just an idea that I think is licking too much reality. Reality isn't that sweet. It's more cruel and hopeless.

And yet, why do I feel like Evening Incense can say it? Why would I want to believe this unsuccessful brave man?

Leaving behind emotions he doesn't quite understand, Isaiyoi looks up at the ceiling.

Isaiyoi grinned when he remembered unexpectedly that he had had such an exchange at Demon King's Castle.

"Whatever you say is useless,..."

Even in the basement of the castle, no matter what he said, Evening Incense has slightly stepped into Isaiyoi's heart. When I was unsure whether to leave the castle, he threw me the exact words.

I'm sure I won't be able to beat this brave man with my mouth all the way ahead, Isaiyoi with a vague hunch. I'm not too happy about that earlier, but let's split it if we don't have a choice.

Whatever, it was Isaiyoi who was dropped. I don't even feel a little different about falling in love with weakness, but in this case it's Isaiyoi who should break. to the general public, men and women.

In conclusion so, Isaiyoi opens both his eyes. In front of me was the appearance of Yukaka waiting for Isaiyoi's reply now or now.

"So, will you let me through?"

Evening incense asks with some tension. Perhaps if Isaiyoi says no here, it will push it through even forcefully. Even if you know you have no chance of winning.

Isaiyoi opened for a few moments and answered Evening Incense's question.

"- Say no"

Shortly afterwards, Yixiang's fist attacked Isaiyoi's face.

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Thelmus is the border that keeps the forest of boundaries ahead of his eyes and nose, as well as the front line of the battle between man and the devil. Therefore, the number of private soldiers that Lord Thelmus possesses is nine hundred strong and, for a nobleman to possess, it is a breakthrough. The level of proficiency is also stronger than the mercenaries there because they regularly train in the border woods.

In addition, there are several baristas available in Termus for robust walls and anti-aircraft. The lower dragon has a few defenses, and the upper dragon has a degree of defense that the opponent can take if it is united. but there were too many this time anyway.

The dragon is also bright, but the number of other demons that follow it is high anyway. It's as if the darkness is overshadowed, with a large swarm of jade stone crossings filling the forest above the boundary. Baristas lack continuity to annihilate, so they run out of hands.

What if it is? There will be no other against it with bows or witchcraft. But there was also a problem with that. There are absolutely not enough magicians.

A bow can handle most of the private soldiers. But that's not enough firepower. Miscellaneous fish would be able to shoot it off without any problems, but it doesn't work on demons with hard crusts and epidermis.

Overwhelmingly insufficient anti-aircraft power. Hearing the current state of affairs in a report by a martial officer returning from the scene, Lord Thelms - Edgar Bellsize - had a deep wrinkle carved between his eyebrows.

"Coupled with a soldier and an adventurer magician, it won't reach fifty..."

More magic than the former depends heavily on talent. Even if you can solve a surgical ceremony, you cannot exercise decent magic without having less magic power. Conversely, if you can't construct a surgical ceremony even with enormous magic, it's a treasure rot. There are only a few other people who can handle magic perfectly, including the suitability of lineages.

Those very few powerful magicians, too, are now absent for the worse in between. Because of a request from an unintelligible royalty.

"Well, with a dozen more magicians, I'm not talking about what's going to happen..."

Leaking a mixed sigh of giving up, Uncle Borderline leaves the office behind.

Within the next hour, Thelmus will be caught in a war. It is impossible to avoid that fate. That is why we must at least buy time for the evacuation of the inhabitants to be completed.

That is the duty of those who rule the land.

Therefore he goes to the battlefield. You can't let the soldiers fight and be a sight of heights from a safe place just for themselves. Not to mention verbal interruptions, such as evacuation with the residents.

(i) You may be disqualified as a nobleman, but you would be right as a samurai.

That's fine. For him, who is more of a Takemen family member than he was, if he can continue to fight until the very end of Termus, it is his destiny.

If you leave the idle hall with no servants or anyone, a dozen men will align themselves as if they were waiting for him. All of them are martial officers serving Uncle Borderline.

I can only tell by the relative that we are all uniformly rolling our wars and burning to our mission. Uncle Neighborhood looked over at them like that,

"Now, will you follow me to hell with you?"

If asked in a calm but powerful caged tone, the wild voices returned in unison. Borderline uncle laughs bitterly at such a predictable reaction, but quickly pulls his mind together.

"- We're going."

Informed in a majestic tone, they began to march.

The signs of war are so close to coming.