Yomigaeri no Maou

Before justice, evil perishes.

In all times, yes.

By him who embodies righteousness, he who dwells in evil is transformed into an extinguished charcoal.

Light illuminates the world, darkness is scattered, the world is full of brilliance, and eternal blessings are given to the earth.

I guess so in my own case.

Because evil must perish, because the story must come to an end, and for that reason, you perish.

Such a fate, such a fate, I bear.

In reality, now, in front of me, stood those who embodied precisely righteousness.

Its presence with a glowing holy sword that dazzles the Great Hall of the Dim Demon King Castle, and brings the Virgin, the Great Demon Master and the Sword Saint to grandstanding.

A being who carried the hope of mankind on its dwarf body and made constant efforts to transform hope into something real.

Said the name of his man "brave man".

If I could, I hoped I wouldn't come.

Forever, I thought that nobody should be here.

But that hope is easily betrayed.

"Well done, brave man!

Feeling like giving up, but not putting it on the table, raise your voice as loud as you can and welcome it.

I've come bearing the hopes of mankind, those four.

Be more powerful and courageous than anyone else, its presence.

I slowly gazed at each and every one of them.

Every face feels a rush, a fear.

However, that would be irresistible, too.

For now they stand exposed to one of them before those who rule over all that belongs to the devil.

For it stands before a city, a nation, who has accumulated in it such mighty power that it can easily destroy.

Instead, I feel like admiring the fact that despite that, I still haven't given up on that face.

Many human beings, recklessly challenged and headed.

Hundreds of human beings perished before the power of the Demon King.

And yet, that's what I thought I wanted to honor for that courage that was coming my way without giving up.

Says the brave.

"You're the Demon King."

"That's right. I am the Lord of this castle, the great ruler of demons, the Demon King."

I'm going to laugh when I don't think I'm saying I'm great, etc., but this would also be the guy who says formal beauty.

He clearly named himself a brave man who bravely strengthened the power of his eyes in front of him.

So I guess it's because it's clear who stands in front of them.

Nature and power enter the hands that hold the weapons of the brave, and their companions.

"Well, then... let's settle it. Come here, there's nothing more to talk about..."

Needless to say, the purpose of the brave was to destroy the Demon King.

The purpose of the Demon King was also to destroy the brave.

That's the reason for the world.

Even if anyone had doubts about it, and even if it was nothing more than the Demon King himself, the Demon King understood that there was no point in it.

Everything has crossed the threshold.

The stage where we can manage with the discussion has passed a long time ago.

So even if we didn't talk about it any more, it was decided that it would happen at the next moment.

A brave man pointing his holy sword at us.

A great magician who speaks of massive sorcery.

The Virgin, who uttered the Holy Word in an effort to avert evil.

Kensei has raised his sword temper and begun to strengthen his body.

All four of them were on the verge of killing the Demon King without getting lost.

He greeted from the bottom of his heart to destroy the enemy demon king of mankind.

Because mankind's resentment of the Demon King no longer reaches its limits to the impossible, such as dialogue.

So the attitude of the brave men was absolutely natural.

But.

That was the same thing for the Demon King.

The same thing happened to the Demons.

I know I'm not saying the end is easy to understand.

To give up somewhere, to accept, to forgive, and to say that we need to hold hands.

I just still can't stop thinking about it.

The desire to entrust oneself to hatred and to do all the atrocities in his power constantly mesmerizes the heart of the Demon King.

The Demon King was what he thought whenever (every time) those whose eyes were clouded by hatred came towards him.

I wonder what's wrong with a demon clan that was killed out of its compatriots and denied even the right to live, retaliating against its culprits.

I wonder what the hell kind of mistake it is to return hatred with hatred.

Reason knew that the feeling produced nothing, an emotion close to self-satisfaction.

But even if you don't produce anything, you can be self-satisfied.

It clears my mind.

And it's not just the Demon King, but the same thing can be said about the hearts and minds of the entire compatriots who have been attacked by mankind.

So I told him that I wouldn't create it, but it was like the foundation the Demons needed to move on from now on, and he kept fighting.

As a result, at a time when there are brave men here right now, I sincerely believe that they must have been wrong, but still, there is nothing we can do about it.

In the first place, the responsibility for the beginning rests with humanity.

The Demon King excuses himself and gives his thoughts on the causes that have created this situation now.

Once mankind defined the things that live in the devil as evil in this world, the devil tribe.

Unlike warcraft, which is nothing but a preposterous beast, it has defined the Demonic Nation as an evil whose existence cannot even be recognized, with clear intelligence, reason, and culture.

And when he was forgiven for killing as mankind pleases, taking away the territory of the Demons, and taking away the property of the Demons, he proclaimed so.

That, from the Demon tribe's point of view, was the work of thieves and only the logic of robbery.

Yet, even as if they were right, mankind used God's glory as a shield to authorise itself, and ordained the Devil Nation as the enemy of God, to perish.

Such mankind and the devil tribe.

I wonder which of them is closer to evil.

Think again about the history of men and demons before the brave men.

And, uh, I thought.

In the end, I wonder if I made both mistakes.

I wonder if both the Demons and humanity made a fatal mistake in that choice.

That is why, despite the fact that we are common beings of a human type with a high intelligence of each other, we turned our swords against each other and became feathers to kill each other without even being able to walk over and discuss them.

Until then, without omitting about our mistakes, we just kept acting according to our own distorted beliefs.

It was perhaps ultimately natural in a sense that the end of the day would be a battle between the strongest trump cards of each other, called the Brave and the Demon King.

I guess the winner of this battle will hold the hegemony of the future world.

Demons rule the world, or mankind conquers the world.

That depends on the outcome of the battle between the demon king and the brave.

Stupid thing.

It's crap.

Either way, we'll probably start another new feud with each other, inside of it.

And will kill as many creatures, and one day perish.

It's a really stupid thing.

Couldn't you stop somewhere?

Couldn't you do something about it?

Until this end, the Demon King regrets that he could not find the answer, but that is why he cannot join hands with the brave here.

That's right.

Humans and demons have come to a point where they can no longer pull off.

The only way it's gonna take is to fight.

I can only fight.

Only by being forced to settle with it can we end this feud.

So......

So much so that the Demon King put his magic around his own body, confronting the brave men, and set them up.

An irrational embodied demon king who brings together both stronger magic than any demon and more powerful physical abilities than any creature.

The mighty magic that dwelled in it only gently aggregated, causing the walls of the castle, the floors, to crack, and exerting pressure (pressure) on the braves to the point of despair.

Perhaps if you were a normal person, you'd be spreading that life just to be here.

But the brave men, in cold sweat, are still standing and standing.

They can live because they accumulate in themselves the power they have built up during their long journeys and the magic they deserve to call themselves monsters as people.

Having survived many trials and dwelt in them until the protection of God and the Spirit, they have been elevated to a point closer to the dimension of the Demonic Nation than to say man anymore.

I doubt if they have a place in their homeland if they defeat the Demon King like that.

Humanity possesses too great a power.

That is why they have come to fear and persecute the devil tribe.

So where they triumphed over their homeland with enough power to defeat the Demon King......

No, it would be an extra worry.

Before thinking about it, the Demon King had to think about defeating all the people in front of him.

The magic that blows out of its body gradually becomes immense, overwhelming the brave men merely with the release of magic.

The divine magic used by the Virgin has succeeded in wrapping up the brave men and attenuating the power of the Demon King.

But there's still something unbearable about it, all four of them sweating on their foreheads and pointing a sharp gaze at this one as they step on their feet.

It just doesn't look like you can't fight it, and it doesn't seem like there's a major obstacle.

Did we see that if we took the time to beat ourselves, the brave men began to work out their moves by opening their magic to dwell on themselves in an attempt to strike the Demon King with a special blow without even looking into it?

Then, the brave men, who moved into a state of battle with flowing manoeuvres, at an unthinkable rate from the human elites who had challenged the Demon King, exercised their impossible magic that could sharpen their lives and unleashed their full attack.

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The battle between the demon king and the brave man was spectacular.

But the end comes to any thing.

So.

"... ka, ha..."

On the Demon King's chest, a holy sword was stabbed.

A holy light that overthrows darkness and demons emanates from the entire Holy Sword, purifying the wrapped dark power of the Demon King.

The face of the brave was not well seen from the demon king.

For the brave man, dressed in full body armor shining in silver, his face is also covered in an iron mask that only peeks into his eyes.

Few have ever challenged the Demon King with that much complete protection, but there is a wide variety of magic that the Demon King can use.

Getting all the protection you could get was natural, if you were rather going to beat the Demon King.

That said, normal iron protective equipment cannot prevent the magic of the Demon King or the blow of the sword, however sturdy it may be.

But I guess that armor of the brave man, who is scratchy and still maintains the prototype, even though it produces great dents, cavities and chips, is a delicacy made of special materials, not iron or the like of Holy Silver (Mithril) or Rigid Iron (Orihalcon) or Divine Iron (Hiilocane).

If you look at the magical powers, stabbed through with swords, which should also be called natural enemies with the power to break down the darkness, and the fellow brave men - the Virgin, the Great Mage, the Sword Saint - who, in a seemingly distant consciousness, are still pointing their wands and swords without alarm behind the brave men, they are also surrounded by objects that emit considerable magic and sanctity, just like the brave ones.

Is it true that the preparation was perfect?

The Demon King thought that and laughed all the time.

Because I thought it might be natural for me to lose here too.

Because it seems justice always wins.

The brave are just.

And the Demon King is evil.

That has been conveyed for a long time, the truth.

For mankind, that's the truth.

So the Demon King thought at the bottom of his distant consciousness that he was right to lose.

You blamed such a demon king for his expression, the brave man said with a strange face.

If I were you, I wouldn't have had a conversation here.

For there is no need for such a thing between the demon king on his way to death and the brave man who made it.

But fate will roll in unexpected directions.

If you think back later, at this moment, things may have changed, to the extent that I think.

"... why, laugh. Are you up to something?

"No... nothing. Just."

"Just?"

"My friend's daughter's birthday was tomorrow. I just felt sorry to perish here..."

To be honest, I think it's something different, and the Demon King tells a different story.

Of course, it wasn't a lie.

It is true that tomorrow is the birthday of the daughter of a man who is under the command and friend of the Demon King.

And it was also true that if the brave man hadn't come today, in that celebratory seat, the demon king would have gone.

I just don't come that day forever anymore.

The Sacred Sword of the Brave continues to exalt the Sacred Spirit in order to take the life of the Demon King forever.

From the day the Demon King perished, the Demons would surely be persecuted.

People can do what they want and their lifeblood as a race can be interrupted.

My friend's daughter will also sprinkle that young life......

With everything in mind, the Demon King spilled tears.

When the brave man saw it, he opened his eyes peeking from its iron mask as if surprised, and glanced at him as if he had noticed something.

And enough time for the Demon King to feel equally forever, the brave man shut up, began to think of something, nodded as he was convinced, and told him to squeeze it out of his throat.

"You're not lying..."

The voice felt something like, for some reason, unprecedented, human, felt by the Demon King.

Until recently, I felt warm in the voice of a brave man who had so much hateful gaze and slaughter.

So the Demon King had a fuzzy whim.

At the end of the day, I decided to completely abandon my undiscounted hatred and despair and try to speak purely of what I knew.

"Naturally... brave man.... right, this is the last time... let me tell you the truth... that what you and I have done so far, and what you're about to do, is just killing. Can you understand that neither the Demon Nation nor mankind can change anything in its essence...?

"What are you saying...?

For a brave man who has been taught that killing the Demon King is justice, this may be an incomprehensible story of meaning.

But now, coming here, the eyes of the brave were not tainted by hatred.

In the true sense, he had the eyes of the righteous.

He had the eyes of those who were certainly trying to look at the truth.

The Demon King believed in himself and decided to tell him the end of the truth.

"... brave man. The Church may have described us demons as evil, but if you look at me, you'll see. The work of the devil tribe, the work of men, is no different... If you don't believe me, I'm going to make sure with your eyes. You will see. In the name of the Church, you will remember to question that action that kills all demons... if there is anything at all to feel then... the future of the demons, no, humanity and the demons..."

Consciousness is distant.

It is felt that all the substances that make up one's own body are transformed into magic vegetables (ethers) drifting in the air.

The brave man had a contemplative face.

I felt the impression that I was trying to understand the words of the Demon King by shattering them in me.

Seeing it, the Demon King was able to gain a mood close to contentment, saying at least that the seed had been sown.

My consciousness goes dark.

Then I heard voices in my ears all the time.

"Okay... I believe your words. I'll take a straight look at the Demon Clan without any doubt..."

The Demon King first noticed there.

I did think it was a bit of a high voice for a man, but that he didn't.

Because what the brave man uttered was the voice of a soft woman.

The brave man was a woman.

The Demon King was surprised by the truth of the last thing he could know, but thought he had a good underworld meandering.

The last thing I saw in my darker and darker sight was the faces of my fellow brave men.

For a moment, in the sight of Xia, the face of the Virgin entered her eyes.

I thought I could defeat the Demon King and look refreshed, but surprisingly, his face was distorted.

How come the other three, including the brave ones, don't look like that?

I should have been ready to die, but I remember that was all I had left.

Just.

I'm sure that brave man will think a little bit about the future of the Demons.

I'm sure it was a happy thing to have passed away with such optimistic hope in my heart.

Thus, on that day, the most powerful demonic people in the world, called the Demon King, were deprived of their lives by the brave and were to be completely extinguished from the world.

Congratulations. Congratulations.

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It was said that there was a soul.

On the other side of the distant time, Almighty God, said to have created everything in the world, did not make an upward or downward difference in every creature, but produced it into this world as an equal one.

It's a myth, passed down to the Demons.

Quite different from those of mankind.

It's just that that's why the Demons didn't have the idea of discriminating by race.

Because mankind is coming at us, hatred for them, there was resentment, but that is why we did not deny the species itself, etc.

Humanity, the demons, the warcraft, the subhuman.

Its characteristics were different, but its soul was made of the same, and I believed that if it died, it would circle forever.

So Lulslia-Nord, the 100th generation demon king, opened his eyes, and at that time he did not feel so much surprise at what existed in front of him.

"... oh, you woke up. Morning, Lulu."

She was a beautiful, human (human) woman.

Dark hair as lustrous as night, eyes as red as blood. Smooth white skin as light snow, and in shape that draws brilliant curves as if calculated and created.

All the beauties, even the demonic and ancient (elf) women said to be, stood there with so many extinct beauties that they might escape barefoot.

As a devil without discriminatory ideas, it is only natural to rate beautiful things as beautiful, whether they are human (human) or ancient (elf).

So the fact that there's a human (human) woman there wasn't a particularly surprising fact.

Just, but the Demon King thought.

No matter how much, for a people (human), the person in front of you is not too big.

I didn't understand why, but I understood that the person seemed to be far bigger than me when his hand held the hand of the Demon King.

The hands of the Demon King, which are relatively large among the Demons, were considerable in size commensurate with it.

Of course, there was hardly anyone more gigantic than him, but a beautiful woman like the one in front of him had a bigger hand than him.

I just don't think it's the same from the race.

Is it the Titans?

That's not impossible...

But thinking that far, the Demon King shakes his head in his heart.

Because the Demon King knew exactly what the race of the person in front of him was.

It was clear from the beginning that the language itself, and from the adhesion of the words, was not a species boasting a giant body, such as the Titans, but a human race.

And yet, how come it's so big?

and tilt his neck and flash.

No, I thought maybe the opposite was true.

I'm not the bigger one, I'm the smaller one.

Like heaven, it flashes so.

And if you think about it, you're going to grasp what this situation is all about.

Earlier, the woman in front of her called the demon king, Lulu.

The Demon King's hand is far smaller than the woman in front of him.

And now I can feel myself lying on my back on some soft cloth.

This was... passed down to the Demons, isn't it that phenomenon?

The Demon King instantly thought so.

That is.

"I just woke up, Lulu. Rice."

The woman wears only a few loose clothes.

So I wondered what the hell you meant by rice, but if this is what the Demon King expected it to be, I would say it is satisfactory.

I stare at my own hands.

Small, plump. That doesn't resemble what it was before.

It's like... yes, like, a baby.

The moment I thought so, I felt my consciousness softly distant.

Unlike drowsiness, the way consciousness is drawn is extremely abrupt, and it's definitely unlikely to resist.

I wondered why, and at the same time I felt my own body moving out on its own.

Your own body with your hands up, like you want something.

Look at that, smile, hold up that body, the woman in front of you.

Its sweet milky smell and its presence I remember a long time from the soft atmosphere.

It is.

"Yeah yeah, you're hungry...... lulu. Your mother will give you dinner now."

Mother.

I see.

Is this woman in front of you, her own mother?

The moment I was so sure, the slightest remaining consciousness was consumed entirely by darkness.

The instinct sank reason into the darkness after this was repeated over and over again.

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Some days passed and the Demon King understood some facts.

First of all, that I may have been reborn as a human race (human).

My own mother, and the person who thinks, do behave that way, and they have a deep love for the Demon King - now it seems the name Lulu -.

It wasn't very, but it didn't seem to Lulu that the person's heart was a lie that would feed him, smile at him, take care of him downstairs and give him a happy look.

Neither the hearts of men, nor the hearts of the devils, will ever change.

That was a clear fact for the Demon King.

And the soul circles.

No man (human), no devil, and no other race can replace his soul.

All creatures are reborn into another life, even after their flesh has perished.

Sometimes they circle to the same species, sometimes to another.

They say that if you do it badly, you can circle to small animals and insects.

I don't think this situation is particularly unnatural either, since I was once the Demon King, and that's what they said.

I'm sure I was indeed killed by the brave then, and my soul was reborn as a human race (human).

To the extent that it was so believable, Lulu had a flexible head.

It was also a fact that I knew from the time I was the Demon King that even when I said people (human beings), their position was thousands of different.

Unlike the demonic race, the human race (the human race) creates various states despite being of the same race and adopts separate political forms.

He heard that there are various forms of state, including kingdom, democracy, and federalism, and that it is a critical issue for people (human beings) that shapes their lives that their own homes and families are placed in what position in what country.

The demon tribe was wrapped up as a demon tribe, but other humanoid races were not.

So Lulu thought he needed to know more about what his home was like than he was a human race (human) and decided to listen carefully to conversations between his mother and other residents of the house to gather information.

And the conclusion we reached was that Lulu's house is a subordinate nobleman of the country called the Kingdom of Leonard, a country that has a so-called royal government, that my father is a knight serving the kingdom, and that he is now going to the royal palace and is not at home.

That wasn't so bad information for Lulu.

Extreme poverty, not to say, is somewhat understandable because of the echoes of the sound and the number of people walking around the house from time to time, even while falling asleep. Besides, I also expected it from my mother's blood color, and the fact that there are a few servant-like figures who occasionally come to my room to serve me, but when I know clearly in reality, that's reassuring.

It was just strange to say that the name of that kingdom didn't sound familiar at all, and that the magic used occasionally by mothers and servants was clearly different from what Lulu knew.

I could deduce from the occasional chatter of servants and mothers that the Kingdom of Leonard is a country with quite a bit more history than it was founded, then I should know, or so Lulu thought.

I've been fighting with the human nation to wash their blood with blood.

I firmly remembered where and what kind of country there was as knowledge.

But no matter how much I dug my memory, I could not remember the name of a country such as the Kingdom of Leonard.

This is an odd thing.

I figured I'd have to grow up a little bit more and look it up again when I was able to act somewhat freely.

As for magic, it firmly existed in previous life, so I do not intend to say this about its very existence.

But the way it was used was odd.

First, for some reason, both my mother and servant use magic mediums such as rings and canes, but also long chants before using magic.

All they use is low-level, for example, to ignite a fire or produce light to that extent, and that's what they can use without using a magic medium or a chant just thinking about it.

Yet they can't do it. This was an extremely strange thing.

And the chant was also strange.

The magic of making small balls of light, for example.

It was chanted in a magical language,

"Call... Light... Burn... Coming"

It was created by a rather messed up combination of grammar and words, I said, etc.

Why is this happening?

Again, Lulu thought we needed to look into this.

And finally, it's about Lulu himself.

Lulu has the memory that he was a demon king in his previous life.

This may not be strange considering the assumption that he was reborn.

However, it was not usually thought that rebirth, or inheritance of memory, would occur in the first place.

Because there are few places where Lulu was a demon king, such as a person who proclaims that he remembers memories of his previous life, and even if he was there, it was just a lie or a bunch of lunatic bullshit.

And yet, at present, Lulu remembers and can remember exactly what he did in his previous life.

The absence of any lack of memory was also made clear by repulsing a number of memories I remember as I fell asleep as a baby.

There may be about normal oblivion, but there may not be unnatural deficiencies in memory.

Even when the brave man stabbed me, I remember it so clearly.

It's vague about the moment of death to a boulder, but that would be the same level of talk that you can't clearly recognize about the moment you fall asleep.

Nevertheless, it should have been strange to remember clearly the memory of the previous life.

But I also thought that this would probably not be a mistake or a misremembered thing.

Lulu is a baby in the first place.

I can assure you that there can be no such thing as creating such knowledge and stories without being taught by anyone.

Yet how can you know, remember, and think about this, because you inherited it from a previous life?

For example, does that make any deep sense?

Or does it mean nothing?

I don't know the answer to that, no matter how much you think.

However, if it makes any sense...

Lulu somehow wanted to find out what that meant.