The World of Masks

The change bag of the Crotes Kingdom was wrapped around the head inside the tent. Even though it was a desolate land to the north, and even though the national power was not so great, it was extremely rare for a country's change bag to travel to a village like this. However, it was worth bringing Ithuania to this point.

I think about it with my elbows clasped onto a delicate wooden table. The traces of time engraved on my face deeply burned and created a serious atmosphere.

"Earl, it's Trish."

I heard a familiar voice after the popular outdoors.

"Come in."

Heavy bass sounds. When the entrance to the tent is bent, a Human enters. It was one of the articles with the change bag.

Tritch walks over to the Earl's side and gives an example. The Earl entered the business immediately after receiving a light greeting.

"Did you find something?"

Trich shakes his head.

"I couldn't find anything. If you look at the conditions of the surrounding buildings and the broken agricultural instruments that were scattered on the floor, presumably used as weapons, and crucially scattered blood everywhere, there was definitely a battle. But the bodies disappeared neatly. No, there were flesh points. After removing the flesh from the bones, the flesh appeared to have been crushed and scattered. It looks like the bone peeled itself off and walked away. But there's nothing else I can do. At least it's not in town."

"Mmmm!"

I spit out a heavy murmur. I still harden my hard complexion. Tritch's expression of 'it looks like the bone peeled itself and walked' was too ominous. It reminds me of a skeleton that was the foundation of the Demon King's Legion, which I had only heard from my old grandmother.

I tapped the table with my anxious finger. The Earl, who was momentarily preoccupied, opened his mouth again.

"Lord Trich."

"Yes, Earl."

"How reliable do you think that survivor is?" "

Tritch's face is hard. I was speechless and silent. The erl eagerly awaits his knight's word. Tritch hesitates.

"I don't know how reliable I think it is, but I think it's possible."

"Why?"

"You may have seen him, but he wasn't normal. He was half-truthful with fear. I can't take his word for it. But if you link the state of the village to the extermination of the village that is happening in the change of the fortress, it's quite possible."

"Could be the work of the northerners."

"They don't do this kind of crazy thing where they leave their flesh behind and take their bodies. The Earl knows."

"Phew!"

The erl sighs deeply and leans back to listen. The screech creaks from the back of the chair, propping up the Earl. The Earl, who bent his body while lying on the back of the chair, pressed his eyes down as if his fingers were pressing down. I was exhausted.

"Eventually."

The Earl opens his mouth quietly.

"We have to keep in mind the possibility of the Demon King's resurrection."

The Earl's words swallow Trish's saliva. The word "resurrection of the Demon King" could not be said so easily. I feel a chill in my arms just listening. Ever since I became a knight, I've been determined to die on the battlefield. But in the word 'Demon King' there was an overwhelming fear that pressed even death. I unconsciously rolled my hands tightly.

"Good work. Get some rest."

"Four!"

Trich leaves the tent with a silent gesture of respect. The tent is silent. Outside, you hear soldiers groaning and a sinister wind. The erl sighs.

The incident happened not long ago. Soldiers in a city find one human fleeing in blood. At first, the soldiers thought the invasion of the northern nomadic people took place. Humans who barely escaped from the attack of their teeth were often found like this. However, the survivor spits out a frightening word.

The Demon King, the Demon King's army! The Demon King is here!! '

Of course, people didn't believe it right away. Some people got serious, but most people thought they were talking nonsense about fear. However, after all this damage, it seems that there must have been a latrine in the village where he lived. Immediately, a small group of troops left the investigation. And because of their report, the Earl's territory began to turn upside down.

The town was fine where the Northern peoples attacked. After the massacre and the theft of food and property, the northern peoples who led the rest of the people into slavery almost certainly set fire to the village and left. When the Earl's armies would come to investigate raids usually invaded by the northern peoples, only burning ruins would greet them. But this city was not. Thinking strange, the army enters the village. And frowned.

Blood and flesh were scattered all over the place. The already dried blood was discolored in ominous dark red, and frozen flesh immediately crushed and frightened the soldiers. It was enough to tell us how terrible the tragedy was in this town. Under the commander's command, the soldiers began to look around the town. I could see the anomaly coming. There were no bodies. There were no bones, exactly.

At first, I thought the northern peoples were just out of their minds, cutting off their flesh, and then taking all the bones. But it was a start. The town in the northern change has begun to crumble. The situation is the same. The village buildings are relatively intact, there are signs of battle, blood scattered, but no bodies.

There were a few survivors. People were shocked by their testimony. They gathered their mouths and insisted. The Demon King has resurrected. I've seen an army of undead told to be led by the Demon King.

The Earl, who was finally aware of the seriousness of the situation, marched to the place where the incident occurred for the first time. I met a survivor in person to hear the testimony. But the survivor is half-conscious, terrified. No. All those who have been attacked by what is so far claimed to be the Demon King's army were nearly halfway sane. The Pokémon is not a person to talk to. There was only one thing they shouted.

The Demon King's army appears.

I was distracted by that sentence.

Obviously, villages in the north of the kingdom have been attacked more frequently recently. At the top, I was not paying attention because it was common at this time. This is a time when the Northern nomadic people are in a frenzy. The raid always happened. Only the Earl was responsible for protecting the region's borders.

'I thought it was more frequent.'

The damage of the villages being attacked has increased exponentially. I've been thinking about countermeasures, but it's just a countermeasure to the attack on the northern peoples. I never dreamed of resurrecting the Demon King. I just thought the damn nomads were more polar these days.

If it's real. '

I'm not sure yet We can't just send an incident like this up to the top as suspicious. Some confidence is needed But if this turns out to be true, it's not going to end in your line of work.

'I should be prepared just in case.'

This kingdom is not the only one. We should send letters to all the surrounding kingdoms and draw them to the Holy Neutral City to wage a total war. The Demon King's resurrection was such an event.

'I don't know if I can win.' '

This area was literally destroyed by the Demon Lord 50 years ago. It's only been about 40 years since we gained power and rebuilt the kingdom. In a way, it is a new country. It was this much because the nearby Holy Neutral City was rebuilt and given extensive support to the surrounding kingdom. If the nightmares of that time are repeated again, this time, the truly human species might lose this region completely.

'Tomorrow we'll have to search the area thoroughly.'

And the other attacked villages had to turn once.

The Earl rises up. My head was spinning because of mental stress. After grabbing his head, he turned off the blazing fire that was illuminating inside the tent and moved to the bed on one side. Although it was lined with high-quality fabric, it was certainly more uncomfortable than the bed in the mansion. But I was so exhausted today. The Earl slumbers horribly on his bed.