Yuusha Isagi no Maou Hanashi

To the roar of celebration, though Dutu kept his mouth shut to bite his teeth.

Hold her chest, she shook her head.

"There are no more important people left."

Dutu still can't break.

Desperately, so that there is something to protect.

No, there is, I'm sure.

That's what supports her core.

"They lost their families, their homes by war,

These are the ones who have been deprived of their dwellings and oppressed!

to walk the hatred, the resentment, all in the water,

For you, it will seem like you are reaching out to the losers!

But for us,

Only to feel like being breaded thrown down on the ground!

"Totally......"

Celebration desperately connects and stops the consciousness that is likely to be interrupted together.

"No one important. Because...?

……

Unable to support his body on the horse, Celebration descends to the ground with a curse.

There was a bright red light leaking out between my fingers holding my face.

"You used to say that..."

"... what is it?"

Dutu's voice, which was thrown up trying to push it out of the gap between her eating teeth, was so bitter that it seemed very unlikely to be her word, as if she was experiencing much harder pain than Celebration.

I don't know what makes her a demon emperor, but I don't know how to celebrate. I'm not interested in the weight of such a thing.

"If it's important, it's up to you to be there...!

"Everything has decayed in a negative chain that has been going on for 21 years!

I've just been brought up with old things, and I won't get lost!

I, with this hand... with this hand!

Dutu, who pays his hand, supposedly killed someone he loved because of his own lack of lines.

There's no turning back. He said he stepped into Shura's path.

But congratulations don't know that.

I can't even get around to it.

I give up from the start, such as convincing them well.

So I'll just shoot through it. that central nucleus of her emotions.

That's all, that's just it.

It is the only bullet that today's celebration can hold.

"If it's important, I'm here."

"What is that!

Congratulations to Dutu, shoot in.

"It's you. Mr. Dutu.

It's important to these people, no doubt.

- It's you. "

Of the 400 only demonic empire soldiers.

At that moment, for the first time, Dutu was.

I put my hand on my chest and listened back.

"-"

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

Duteu-Finalite-Veronemia is a daughter born between her father, Henrimanyu, and the mother of the Sacubas tribe.

Girls born between Sacubas and Sacubas are born as Sacubas without exception.

She was one of them.

There is an energy drain in the properties of the succubus.

This is a racial property that amplifies its own magic by absorbing precision from the opposite sex.

- In other words, the whole clan is a limited magician.

Dutu was a sacubus with unusual powers.

By the magic of her father's concession, she sucks and kills a governess man who was accidentally an educator when she was two years old, unaware of additions and subtractions. With insecurity as if drinking mother's milk.

Though the memories of those days are not as good as they are for Dutu.

Since then, all Dutu SS were to be formed solely by women.

Being denied a meal (because of it) and spending her time in an absolute lack of magic, she grew up out of balance, physically and mentally, looking like a girl.

Whatever intended to use Dutu for the devil tribe did not stand, but the prospect is crushed all by the hands of Ignite, Goldman, Medrezza, and the Five Demons.

The fact that Dutu, the only daughter of the demon emperor Henrimanyu, is kept alive is in itself one of the miracles.

With hectic movements, it was clear that Dutu would easily be punished by adventurers.

A princess in a cage.

Dutu was a symbol, bud and hope of the Union of Demonic Nations.

The Devil Emperor's daughter is like a clown, just keeps smiling.

The thing of man's malice has been swirling around Dutu since birth.

Conspiracy, thoughts, selfishness, paranoia. That's her cradle name.

It is by no means her own virtue that Dutue is dull against malice.

Nothing, because his talent was so saturated.

For a princess with only the skill of the crowd, the environment given was as rugged as Winter Mountain, and I don't think there was any other way to survive than to smile in the days when she just lived and fulfilled her role.

Dutu's nerves become worn, shredded and complete beads.

A princess like a polished and shining gem. But it was a brittle stone that could be crushed if slapped.

Dutu is strong, caring and gentle for his age.

- But, to the extent appropriate, she was a weak girl.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

That was around the time Dutu dropped off Isagi and the start of the full-scale Dark Continent Liberation Front.

At the time, the situation was that Chen Jiao and Sylvenia were only two people attacking the commercial city of Relics, and a Federation of Demonic Nationalities unit led by Dutu was preparing to march to Minfest.

The man visits the Castle of the Demon King.

There is one Five Demon General, a man who binds the sorcerers of the Federation of Demonic Nations. Goldman the Golden Mage.

"Dutu, may I?"

"Mr. Goldman! You came!

For Dutu, who narrows his eyes by banging his hands, he was an old friend who fought with his father, the son of his father's old friend - that is, like a cousin.

Regardless, we also knew it would be more annoying for him to behave more intimately than was necessary for a minded Goldman. Still knowing the discord between him and Sylvenia, Duteu has that amicable belief that one day the two will reconcile.

'If you'd visited me a little earlier, I would have seen Sylvenia too...'

"My sister and I met each other in Brotherhas the other day. It's not like it's a souvenir today.

I wanted to bring you a prototype of my new stone soldier (Golem) and 200 Kingsguard Mages. "

'Well... that's, really, thank you.

I'll do my best!

Goldman smiles slightly at Dutu, who bows his head deeply.

If this isn't Dutu, I don't know what you're thinking inside.

She doesn't try to doubt people's behavior to the point of embarrassment. Regardless of good intentions or malice.

The other person says it is a mirror that reflects himself.

Dutu's negotiating stance is too dumb and honest, and there are no rushing shards, but there are a few things there that have to feel some intent. The nobles who have survived the muddy political struggle.

If that happens, Dutu is very strong.

In addition to the name value of being the daughter of a demon emperor, the fine dust is also a princess who has been crushing face-to-face people one after another with a smile that leaves no room to read in her belly.

What originally revealed the truth, such as' I just don't think about anything ', is not enough to count. The answer will be so disrespectful.

I didn't even give that thought a bite, and Goldman spread his hands as he put together the smiling armor he'd learned from Dutu.

'There's just one thing you wanted to do for the princess.

It's not a prayer for victory, but I'd like you to have mercy on my men.

"Mercy...?

"Yeah, it's an energy drain."

Dutu, leaning his neck as he rounded his eyes like a girl, was scattering unconscious colorful incense.

Goldman breaks his hips in a daze as he takes a short distance from her, drifting the scent of honey from behind her neck muscles like inviting a man.

'Didn't you know? The princess's ability to have an energy drain has several actions.

Besides drawing out magic, it also helps to reduce the mental burden on them.

When I was a little girl, your mother taught me that. "

'Uh...' is the first time I've heard of it.

Oh, so, but, you know, strangers and cunts...!?

'... no, I'm fine.

It doesn't have to be that far, because you can absorb it in physical contact. '

'Oh, well, then. Yes, I'll take care of it'

Goldman smiles at Dutu, who nods with his hands together with an awkward face.

It is an indisputable fact that he asked Dutu's mother - Leelu.

The special energy drain, which can only be used by those located high on the Sacubus, does have the ability to alleviate the physical and psychological suffering of the opponent.

But - that's not to be lost.

"Then hurry up."

Goldman brought in the magnificent age of the ship's arms.

The shade he emitted changed the atmosphere in the room. It's like simmering darkness in front of you, but Dutu isn't moving.

That's a lot more than that.

'This man, he lost everything in a battle twenty years ago.

This time, we have been given the opportunity to avenge the human race, which means that we are more than ever in possession of a pledge of allegiance to Dutu. '

"Leech"

The crouched voice was like an old man.

It's a man with a miraculous wound to be here right now after numerous war histories.

Kneeling down, he looks up at Dutu with depressing eyes that everyone would have to turn away from and drool his head.

Have mercy.

Yeah, if I can do it.

Without hesitation, Dutu puts his finger on the back of his head.

It's less efficient than ingestion on the lips, but still too much if you consider the power Dutu has.

King's qualities. If there is such a thing, Dutu may indeed lack it.

But the Virgin is well equipped.

"So..."

Dutu closing his eyes with ghoulishness. Exhalation leaks from the lightly opened lips.

Energy Drain. A brilliant brilliance of blue magic sucks from a man to Dutu's body.

A dozen seconds.

Two people even look like mothers and children connected by umbilical cords.

I wonder why that doesn't go, it looks honorable.

Perhaps because its dutu, a demonic tribe with black sheep horns, looked exactly like the Virgin.

In just a few moments, the energy drain was complete.

"Phew......"

Dutu releases his finger as he meets.

My knee nearly collapsed and Goldman quickly supported that body.

'Are you all right? Dutu sama'

'Yeah, yeah, that's... but...'

Something's wrong with Dutu after it's over.

A grain of tears flows down her eyes with a dust and wets the back of Goldman's hand.

Dutu has the look of incredibility, with his hands up in front of his face.

"Is that...? This is, uh... what's going on...?

Me, I don't know, is that...?

……

'What is it... something hot, give me a chest...

What is this... that, that...?

Am I here...? Ahhh...?

'Apparently, the magic you've sucked is not well reconciled in Dutu, causing indigestion.

It's okay, you can swallow it right away. There's no problem.

Hey, you should go back now. Thank you. '

Yes, and a man who leaves the room with a small voice.

Left alone, Goldman is grinning.

Goldman softly grips Dutu's finger reaching out like he's lost his eyesight.

"Goldman, is this...?

There's a view in me that I've never even seen...

What the hell is this... something black... '

"It's okay, Dutu. Nothing wrong.

Thank you for your continued support, Dutu.

Everyone loves you very much. "

Dutu finally held his mouth down and knelt down on the spot so that he could conjure up.

He was shaking his body for a while in his condition as he was, withstanding chills with his tearful eyes.

"Also, you're coming to have mercy"

From that day on - Goldman visited Demon King's Castle every once in a while.

One more 'role' for Dutu, more -.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

"Ira!

"... dutu sama"

I heard that the heavenly bird knight Elizar was discovered some time after the war began.

She was badly debilitated and had lost most of her muscle strength and magic at the time she was rescued from the dungeons of the city of Belifes.

Though his appearance was in order, the wings that were once torn apart in the battle are as small as those of a child.

But her hegemony in her eyes, which had come to the tent, had not been lost.

"... I came back to congratulate you and shame you. If you don't at least reward one arrow......

Dutu, give me this chance to return the stigma......!

"Ila......"

'Let them kill the human race better than ever... so...!

To her words kneeling, Dutu suppressed his chest.

Ira builds anxiety in her six-month life of incarceration that she may have lost her sanity.

I've always dreamed of a day when people would do terrible things and still only revenge.

How hard and long were those days?

Dutu felt like he could tighten the nod.

Yeah, she's the same.

Just like the ones brought in by Goldman, who was the victim of the war, he was badly wounded in the heart.

Then there's something I can do...

I'm sure it is.

……

"... dutu?

Dutu puts his hand on Ila's cheek.

Make sure you stroke her gently and let her face up, and she smiles as she looks into her eyes.

Light your fingertips with magic.

"Ila...... but now, take a break,"

"What the hell?"

If her spiciness and hatred can make that burden a little lighter.

It makes sense to do it. It's worth it.

Dutu energizes Ira with his full strength.

'No way, Dutu, give me the energy drain to same-sex...?

'Yeah, you know, I never did...

But now I must have felt like I could... the '

The force from the non-standard sacubus also acted here.

The power beyond the hedge of gender, which should not otherwise be possible, tickles Ira's emotions with his fingers.

'... this...'

'Hey, leave everything to me.

Until now, when Ila was just protecting me,

Just a little, but may I repay you '

Suck it up, suck it up, suck it up for a while.

Although Ila was the one bathing in energy drain as comfortable as she dreamed.

Although Ira, who had been sayin 'too much, had pulled out his nails and fangs, and was then sent out to the front line to be an aide to Lian Jing, had been rampant as if he were someone else.

That's another story.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

Soldiers in rows in the tent.

Like smoking their pus, Dutu does the energy drain.

"Have mercy on you"

'... thank you'

Dutu's figure, illuminated by a bright light that glowed lightly in the darkness of the night, would have seemed like a goddess to them as well.

A tailed Virgin with a pair of wings, pointed at the tip of a triangle, merely returns their pain to the sky.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

Repeat, by absorbing again and again, Dutu changed slightly.

I began to see shade in my smile, fearing I would be alone with the darkness, and I put my trust in Goldman, who would be by my side each time.

As the war of liberation of the Dark Continent continued, there was gradually so much fear that she could not wipe away against her human being.

I didn't fade.

It was anointed by black 'hate' and 'anger'.

Supporting the battle on the front line, Dutu took his own sword.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

Everything is Goldman's plan.

Dutu's, the Sacubas' Righteousness.

Energy drain over energy drain. "Lifedrain".

It is not only the magic of the subject, but it is powerful enough to take away some of its thoughts, emotions, abilities, and even, in extreme cases, souls.

Dutu's awakening, when she was twenty years old, allowed her to continue to inherit the will of one defeated soldier after another.

Yes, it wasn't just magic, it was' part of their emotions'.

The red of anger on the white canvas, the black of hate, the colour of jealousy sprinkled one after the other.

A woman like a child who once knew nothing is no longer there.

Eventually Dutu will know the true meaning of this battle...

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

Drop a black round, in a harbor intoxicated by the winning booze.

There were 400 soldiers in front of Dutu.

They are a gathering of the devils within the Union of Demonic Nationalities.

Top-notch loser. A terminal magician. A deceased possessed of resentment. Vengeful ghost.

That is - a herd of old magicians.

I dreamed that one day this kind of night would come, and dedicated my life just for that.

They are rabid dogs who drag their faulty bodies and bite off the necks of human beings as if they were snakes.

That's 400.

At the heart of the plea of the evil demons who strayed from the path, she is.

Dutu, daughter of the demon emperor.

A princess who sucked the hearts and minds of these 400, and turned herself into a demon.

Begging, begging, wishing, suing.

I knew this was a betrayal against the Federation of Demonic Nations.

The way forward is a cliff, and a bunch of mad rats have nothing but to jump into the sea.

……

It is verbal propaganda, such as expanding your own feud.

One hundred understands that it is treachery to twenty years of one's life.

But - still.

How could Dutu have waved their hands away?

Four hundred men who have lived twenty years only to avenge the human race.

It took the 8,000 years into its body and no longer had the art of fighting it anywhere.

Dutu reaches out in front of the sea.

Beyond that, Dinas City. As Henrimanyu once captured the home of a human race that could not be attacked and destroyed in a place called One More Step.

To the quiet men, Dutu told them.

"- Come with me, let's come.

Um, to the land controlled by Ningen. '

And that day, the Demon Emperor was born.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

Leading an army wasn't that difficult.

Because Goldman was always there to assist me.

There's only one thing he said to Dutu.

'If you don't know or have difficulty, you don't need to utter words.

If you just smile, the people around you will be convinced. '

I did what I said.

Increased magic power has not improved Dutu's own abilities.

I took care of the exterior surface as best I could, but I still can't.

Dutu continued to smile at the lack of words.

Eventually he joined the Pyril tribe, led by Les Varis, and struck down Howlingport, though.

In my head is a repetition of asking myself. I don't know why this happened or why I'm here.

However, I never showed such a bare gesture in front of the 400 soldiers who believed in me.

Dutu had that burden of setting his own path to the demonic emperor and walking himself.

When Celebration and Lorisia, and Sylvenia and Ignite visited the port, her heart popped worse than ever.

(... I'm sorry, Mr. Yoshinob... I'm so, so sorry...

The peace we desire, you will not come true...)

With his mouth shut as hard as he could, Dutu smiles lightly.

If you talk, you'll definitely get worn out. That's because Goldman was stabbing me with nails all the time.

Myself as a demon emperor and myself as a dutu. A princess pinched and distressed by two herself.

Still, it was none other than her who saved the celebration that was about to be executed before Les Varis.

'... Varis.

I'll keep myself locked up. '

If there's such a thing as the power of a fire place, that's probably what happened.

While maintaining his majesty as a demon emperor, Dutu succeeded in picking up the life of a celebration.

I'm sure Goldman didn't look pleasant though.

But it took Dutu's will.

(... I'm so, so sorry, Mr. Yoshinob...

The future of the Union of Demonic Nationalities depends on you….

Be happy, even after you return to your home country, with Lorisia)

Exposing your mood is unacceptable.

If you do that, you don't know who you're going to involve.

Words of apology leak because I feel like I must be doing something wrong.

Even so. Because I'm trampling my wishes to make them come true.

Killing people, burning the city and betraying your people can't be a 'good thing'.

I know.

I knew it.

Dutu is strong, caring and gentle for his age.

- But to the extent that I'm old enough, I'm a weak girl.

Goldman, Sylvenia, Ignite, and 400 soldiers.

I also know that it is a path that involves a variety of things and can no longer be returned.

Keeping alive was painful, but it was harder than that that that those around them would have lost their lives in the war.

Soldiers of the Demonic Empire. Even if they all wanted it.

By this time, Dutu's thoughts were no longer solidified.

- When, where and how dying is the most beneficial form for everyone.

Dutu was starting to think about all that.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

We're on our way there to send troops because the adventurers laid formation on the Berrialdo plains.

That it's finally a showdown, its arrow tip.

Sylvenia was told that Isagi was dead.

It also means that Sylvenia herself did it.

'... Sylvenia, that was hard on you, too'

Unexpectedly the words came out with their mouths shut.

If I crushed that, I got Sylvenia as flat a hand as she wanted.

"I don't care about me!

... Why does Dutu care so much about people?

If Dutu says so, all demons obey Dutu.

But why are you putting up with what?

Dutu is going to die, too. Like a father or mother. '

I don't really change my expression, but I think Sylvenia looked like she was about to cry at that time.

I know because it's in a long dating dutu.

Besides, Sylvenia has a violent temperament, but never raised her hand herself.

Unlike magic, beating hands hurts, so it doesn't make sense.

Until I bent my creed, I loved Sylvenia more than anyone else for caring about me.

After all, she's - she's just a friend who was treating me equally.

The thought makes my chest hot, but...

It's like what you're saying is different.

No, it's not.

They no longer obey, such as in the words of Dutu.

From the beginning, Dutu had nothing but to follow them.

Die, that's enough. It's a decision.

Involving Sylvenia is hard.

Dutu pushed Sylvenia aside, and she followed it, too.

Probably because I thought this was fine.

Dutu put his hand on his chest as he dropped off Sylvenia's back as he left.

"... Issa..."

This isn't the first time I've heard an acquaintance's obituary.

My mother was killed by an adventurer in front of her own eyes. And Myornen, the Five Demons replaced by my father.

So I thought I'd be okay this time.

As usual, if you don't show it to your face and cry just in your chest, that's it.

But this is what happened as a result of my actions.

I can't call it an unfortunate accident - etc.

The reality of "The Death of the Rabbit" determines the heart of the lungs.

I can't breathe well.

Oh well.

Is he dead?

I first met him at Demon King Castle.

Spend some short but very intense days together.

Attracted by its hiccups.

Still, I always wanted to be by his side with a hard face.

Oh well.

But are you dead?

Outside Demon King's Castle, promise me.

Tell me I'll see you again someday.

Oh well.

Is he dead?

Drop me off with Limino.

He was waving at me a lot, too.

Oh well.

But he's dead.

Black fluid stains out of the heart and circulates all over the body.

My heart, my soul, the more cracks I'm going to break if I touch everything anymore.

The colours slowly disappear from the world of Dutu.

Isagi.

Brave Isagi.

His secret that only he had realized.

Would he have read the last letter I sent him?

Twenty years ago, I fought for my father, a brave man.

The act saved many people and created much hatred.

But I'm sure he was suffering, too.

I can see that now. You'll see.

But he's dead.

Someone who cared more about this world than anyone else.

Dead.

- No.

My own decision drove him to death.

That's right.

'Killed'.

- Dutu, Dutu himself.

He was indisputable and special to Dutu.

I know that, I know that.

I also know that I can't be saved by this bloodstained self.

But, but.

Probably thought somewhere in my mind.

Like some hero Tan someday.

A princess saved by a brave man. Tell such a story.

If Lorisia comes to me too, what can I say?

Maybe. Oh, my God, dream, run away.

Something like yourself.

Really, crap.

I believe, because I was free.

Dreams like that, look.

Oh.

But.

Oh well.

He should too.

Already.

Oh.

Oh.

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

◇ ◆ ◇ ◆ ◇

And - now.

Here, Dutu stands on the Berrialdo Plains.

Though Celebration has been trying desperately to convince Dutu, out of breath, since earlier.

But it's no use. All that.

We don't have any more, so we don't have any more.

Empty. The only thing that can bury this heart is blood.

Yet he says.

"It's you. Mr. Dutu.

It's important to these people, no doubt.

- It's you. "

Oh, no.

"Very Cruel Things".

"-"

Dutu, who raised his face, turns around unexpectedly.

Though all the soldiers who were watching over themselves from behind were looking away, or at the sky, staring at the ground, and trying to do the words of celebration in an atmosphere that was neither affirmative nor negative.

Sure, I get it.

Because that's something Dutu has been trying not to see before.

"... no"

But...

Even if they say so now.

I don't care what they say, there's nothing I can do.

There's nothing I can do.

I've come this far.

Because I killed him.

The truth is, could Dutu have gone back at any time?

Were those honorable days just around the corner?

If I complained in tears, would you have listened?

Has Goldman also done what he says?

All the regrets have passed and I can't think of anything more.

At that time, the brilliance of that 'Extreme Magic', which was supported by Celebration, was finally lost.

I thought the magic of the Sealer's Celebration had come to a bottom.

No, Kyung-hee looks at this one with his head down.

He hasn't given up yet.

"Mr. Dutte, I'm going to persuade you to the end."

"... Demon King"

"I've been following my favorite 10-year-old around.

Ever, ever, every day. I even asked for a chance to talk to you, all the time......!

I have a reputation for perseverance.

So I was never going to stop until you nodded. "

……

Dutu rocks his lower back sword.

Faster than they say anything more.

I can turn down his life now.

If Dutu's power now, with a blow.

He is also a human race again.

- All human beings are enemies.

Yes, you can admit it.

He said this was no longer a 'good thing' for us.

If there's anything ahead, even on the wrong path.

To reach that hellish place.

Dos Dominated by black emotions, Dutu advances slightly.

Ignite stands before Dutu, and integrity stands before the celebration.

We must destroy it.

Because we don't have anything else to do anymore.

The realm of reason has already crossed. The only thing standing here is 400 living corpses.

I don't care if you're a poisonous woman dragging the living into the swamp.

That's what I deserve right now -.

Yet the celebration does not take a single step.

Face like you've accomplished something, break your mouth.

"Buy some time, it worked, I guess I could"

"Chip."

Standing on the side, Lian Jiu struck his tongue and put his head on.

"Aren't you good, Sama the Demon King?"

"Ha..."

What, what.

What is he trying to say?

No, it doesn't matter anymore.

It's all about the past.

Slash.

Slash.

Slash...

"Dutu sama -"

- Ignite grabbed Dutu's arm like that.

Return to me in haste.

"Ignite, why do you take me"

"- Dute-sama."

The hand is powerful and irrevocable.

But when Dutu turned around, he immediately let go of his hand.

And kneel.

"Thank you for waiting, Dutu."

"So what do you

"It's already good. You've done your part."

"Our war has not yet even begun -"

Dutu couldn't say the words out to the end.

Ignite retreats to the side.

Because I noticed.

Coming from the end of the road, to the person.

A shadow walking toward us, supported by Lorisia.

One boy.

A man with a middle meat back, wearing a coat stained red by a lot of blood.

Dark hair is also sticking with hardened blood and rough breathing is going to be heard so far.

Wand on, sword on hips, mask on, and I can still tell.

It's him.

――

He did.

――

He is.

The plains I pioneered seemed like a stage to welcome just one man.

Shivering Dutu's vision narrows, making him invisible except for him.

Alive.

That's him.

Really.

Alive.

The color, the sound, the scent, the breath.

Everything returns to Dutu's mind.

It's not a dream or an illusion.

Oh.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Instead of Dutu, who lost his word, or Ignite opens his mouth.

"Defeat Les Varys with all those wounds. Well done. You're safe. That's it."

Isagi shook her head small as she supported the mask with her hands.

Every trick of him lights a small fire on Dutu's soul.

Isagi put up one arm in Ignite's words and responded.

"Hey, hey, hey."