This is Las Boss, Demon King, "Church" in front of Castle.

Me and the Demon King confronted each other alone in the windy wilderness.

The Demon King tells him to spread his hands and give him a cold look.

"Let the last battle begin, man."

"Right. This is the last thing I want to do."

"I only praise you for your courage in challenging this Demon King Stella alone."

You must be the one who's been challenging me. And are you saying it's impeccable?

Stella created a flame in her right hand and ice in her left hand with magic.

"Look at the abyss of the power of the Demon King, who burns down his body and freezes it to his soul!

I want you to call me soon. Attacking from yourself is against doctrine. It is inconvenient for a priest whose defense is the creed at times like this.

Stella's magic changed.

"Or maybe I'll chop you up with a thunderbolt and a wind blade."

"Please call me soon."

"I told you. Yeah, yeah!

Moments - from under my feet to around my hips were ice marinated.

Flaming arrows pour down as rain where you can no longer move.

The wind blade blew and the thunderstorm struck me out.

If you're a cleric in line, you've been dead four times.

Stella is shaking as she uses her magic.

I have tears.

This demon king, maybe he's never killed a man?

You're freaking out. Every magic is raw from me.

It unfreezed with state restoration magic and deployed umbrella like magic barriers that prevented flaming rain with heat defense magic.

The lacerations received with the blade of the wind are restored magic and back to normal. But the torn robe won't go back. Let's charge her for the repairs later.

Though directly hit when it comes to lightning strikes, they disable it completely with defensive magic that lets them escape to the ground.

Stella's eyes dotted, feeling like she had done all she could from her first hand.

"Hey, wait a minute!? Why is the sleeve of the robe just intact from the long sleeve to the tank top?!?

"I'm good at defensive magic and restorative magic. Because you look like a priest."

"Four kinds of attack magic!? I can't believe I ate one at a time and was intact..."

"It's not intact. The sleeve of the robe has been spazzily cut off. Now we're going to start here."

Stella tenses her chest with a pull shake.

"Heh, heh, heh, heh! I wonder what you can do with the priesthood? I, the Demon King, can't handle instant death magic!

"That's true."

Originally, magic such as instant death or confusion doesn't work for the Demon King. They're “kings” because they don't get through.

"With the power of being half-baked, I'm going to make this demon king regret stripping his teeth! He's a poor man with no weapons!

I converted my magic power into light and built it into a bar in my hand. Try to pull it out with your right hand from the palm of your left hand and slowly pull out and pay off the bars of light.

"Hey, what's that?

"It's an array of light magic. Rest assured. It looks like a slash type to see, but it's a weapon of the slaughter attribute."

"Isn't that light attribute!? What's that killing attribute scary?!?

The Demon King became a tribute to so much fear. He's so upset that he hasn't noticed it.

I put a Light Slaughter Sword on my right hand and tell him.

"If you keep beating the Demon King with a stick of light, he dies"

"No, no, no, no, no! Don't come here. Don't come here!

A series of “small attacks” to put out when an elite warrior was cornered. Regards, Stella randomly fired a flaming arrow from both hands.

Besides, the power of every shot is comparable to the full blow fired by a human black demon mentor, but I slowly approach her as I slap down only the flaming arrow in the front with a stick of light.

"It's time for punishment. I'll slap you in the butt about ten times."

"Because you're going to die! Because the majesty of the Demon King will die. Ahhh!

Approximately sixteen flaming arrows fly in a second. but more than half of them went in the wrong direction.

He feels so much fear from me that he can't set his aim.

Five meters to go until the light stick reaches Stella. In the meantime, constantly play the arrow with a stick.

"Ha... It's a total waste of the Demon King's talent. Do you think humans can kill with more or less such hip-less magic, Demon King? None of your black magic is sweet enough to kill you here. You're so prepared to be named Demon King often. Shall I show you how to kill people?

"Are you really a clergyman?

Even if it looks like this, he's the youngest cleric to graduate from Enoch Seminary.

Stella breathed on her shoulder, and the magic streak broke.

"Ha... ha... you're a monster"

Don't tell me you're the Demon King. I shook up a stick of light.

"Are you gonna kill me?

He bites his lower lip and is a tear eye.

But what is it?

You could be a hero if you defeated the Demon King by accident.

Well, that title doesn't have any value, but at least there's no longer any reason for clerics to reside in the "Last Church," and I'll have to return to headquarters, too.

And when the demon plugged...

Take it.

and a small shadow ran this way from Demon King Castle.

She is a young girl about 8-9 years of age with blonde blue eyes.

In a white dress, he is a princess of the kingdom who has kidnapped him from everywhere.

Lovely creepy eyes, puffy cheeks. Bumping her little hands and feet, the little girl is in a straight line with me as she lets her breath bounce.

Follow it as the Ark Demon twitches behind it.

At first glance, she's a toddler princess chased by demons... but if Arc Demon cares about it, there's no such thing as capturing a toddler.

The young girl breaks in between me and Stella. Arc Demon stopped about ten meters away and stared at me. That's a pleading look.

And the blonde toddler shook up a stick of light and complained to me, raising her face and swelling her cheeks.

"Stella, don't bully me!

When I unraveled the magic of the light stick, I gently broke my knee and set my gaze on the toddler girl.

"I'm not bullying you. I was just fighting Stella the Demon King. Don't worry, it's practice."

The toddler turned her eyes round as she was surprised.

"You didn't bully your old lady?

"Yeah. Don't worry. Isn't that right, Stella the Demon King?

Standing up and asking Stella, she was... praying. The Demon King confesses as he joins hands and begs me to pray.

"Please... please don't just lay hands on my sister! I don't care what happens to me. But Nina has nothing to do with it! Only this girl misses you!

Sisters with no similarities in eye color or hair color, but is it foolish to measure the Demon Nation in human appearance?

I just meant Stella's plea.