The Road to One Day Be the Strongest

- Hour after hour.

The man stared at the pillar of ice that appeared at the end of his gaze and murmured his name.

"- Grace, king of ice demons? Who must pay the utmost attention to the Almighty God as he stands alongside the Prison God?"

That's the first time I've been alone, and I realize those names are just women's names.

He shrugged his shoulders small.

"... Huh, you don't have a stand-up? King Gilbert."

……

Looking back behind me.

There is the figure of King Gilbert with many soldiers, and next to both of them is Alfred, the head of the direct escort corps, as well as Magna Split, the head of the court magician.

"... who the hell are you? This is still strength that doesn't extend to them, but I was proud to say it was quite something if only security...... In this emergency, we could easily break into a heavily guarded palace..., wouldn't we?

The man shudders his shoulders small in the words.

Surrounded by many soldiers, it won't collapse. That leeway.

Gilbert, who was unwittingly cold sweated by his indescribable intimidation, against that masked man who takes the lid off and gives a big thank you.

"Nice to meet you, King Gilbert. My name is... right, let's not name it here. I am now turning into chaos and leading the demon army."

- This man must be defeated at an absolutely early stage.

Yes, I was intuitive in the instinct part.

"... what are you doing here? If you have business to attend to."

Gilbert asks, exhaling loudly.

- We have no chance of winning.

Because we knew that fact, we stretched out the story and waited for the Awami Kuse party, and Grace, king of ice demons, to return. If that is not possible, minimize the damage.

Gilbert changed the operation from victory to stretch.

But...

"- Hmm, clever. That's the son of the wise king."

The man foresaw the idea in an instant.

Unexpectedly Gilbert stiffens himself too, and when he sees how it goes, he trembles his shoulders wide.

"Kuhahaha......, what, it's on a whim that I even came here. I guess Belzebub would be enough... but I'm the only one who knows what to look for."

"... Looking for?

The man nodded loudly at the words he had recited.

"Yes, it's a search. I'm looking for something. Full of hypocrisy, it dwelt in a silver light... that abominable shard. I don't have any souvenirs, as Mephisto said. We can't even think about where we left the shards and why we did it."

"... what are you talking about?

I don't know what that means.

- No, are you unwilling to explain it from the edge?

When the man shakes his head small and sideways, he wears the lid back on again.

"What, you don't understand? My philosophy, my words, my actions, everything, only those who know. On the other hand, you're a third class who couldn't get up on the 'surface stage' just because you're smart. That's not what you knew."

To his words and actions unwilling to explain, Gilbert exhaled small - softly, raising his right hand.

I mean, you came to this country looking for it.

"I don't have a problem with that interpretation. Even so, for me, that search also comes from the emotion of wanting to remove a little element of anxiety. It's not mandatory."

- And.

That's what went on from him - intimidating.

I guess that just undone a little of the signs I was covering up. Signs of intense death, like being gripped in the heart in spite of it alone, and the fear of having to stiffen all over the body strike.

The man who saw how it was mocked under the mask.

- And I can destroy the world without a problem.

Briefly, say so lightly.

Absolute confidence contained in that word.

And back it up, red flags raised throughout the body.

- Run now.

- Or they'll kill you.

- You can never beat this man.

Fear circles around your body and your legs start to quake.

Just as frightening when you look around, even if it was a servant Alfred, Magna, it was the same thing.

But only one.

Among them, there was a man who was painfully, unbroken in fear.

"Well, I don't know about that."

"... what?

He - the man accidentally asks back to the words Gilbert whined about.

The intimidation contained in that word was considerable, but Gilbert does not break his grin.

"... Indeed, from us you are a heavenly figure. I can't see anywhere winning, and what's more, how strong you are, so far out of strength that you can't even measure it."

- But.

Gilbert went on like that.

Stick to that fact without getting lost.

- You can't beat Ginn.

Intimidation blows.

Seeing it, the man stared at Gilbert over the mask, and no longer could see room for the words spouted from under that mask.

"You... they want to kill you too much. He's inferior to that guy in front of me, etc.... and if I don't spare that much life -"

- Are you running away from reality? Don't worry, you're inferior to him. I guess that's why you don't want to admit it. That's why I try to use force immediately. "

Saying, Gilbert shook his shoulders with his hands on his head.

"Huh......, I really can't beat you. Because just look at that fact and say," I can destroy the world "..."

- I also have a lot of thoughts.

Moments, the immense intimidation of the 'two' blows from above, and the man looks up at Gabba and the sky.

- But it was a little late for timing.

Looking up, the hour is almost the same, and a vast magical fist is slapped down on the man's body.

"Gu...!?"

Defend the blow with one arm up.

But the power cannot be absorbed until it is blown away by the body to a large extent, and the man's body pierces the wall.

The walls, which were heavily damaged by the assault, collapsed by it, and two figures emerge from the sky as the roar sounded.

"Gu Ha Ha Ha! No way. I didn't know this bitch's magic would defend my blow on it...... Isn't this yummy? It's a bitch."

"You're annoying me with a bitch bitch. This brain muscle. It's the only way to fight, so why don't you shut your filthy, stinky mouth? This brain muscle."

One or a giant beast man who makes his golden eyes gleam violently as he rocks his long stretched red hair into the wind.

One, a small demon clan that brightens purple eyes with blonde hair that stretches to the waist in the wind.

At the end of their gaze was the figure of a man appearing out of the rubble that had collapsed, and the arm that turned to that defense had already recovered back to normal.

"... Hmm, I must have broken a bone,"

"It's a healing feature, or magic."

The two whining.

But from that look I didn't hear any distress, and what was there was just pure - the joy of being able to fight the strong.

Gilbert moves forward to line up the two standing side by side.

"- Well, the head of an unknown enemy. A fool who does not know the world and declares that he will destroy it."

There were three kings there.

It has the strongest power - King Gilbert von Hermes.

The most powerful beast people - Rex the Beast King.

A monster of immense magic - Luna Lord, the Demon King.

The three lined up grinned furiously at their mouths.

"" Well, shall we get started? ""

To the words, the man smiled under his mask.