Chapter 10

Chapter 10

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[Translator Kie]

[Proofreader Demon God]

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Ah, so the humans have made it all the way up here. Well, quite impressive. Welcome. I shall bestow upon you the honorable death you deserve.

The top floor was filled with the arrogant voice of the demon king. The throne was situated several steps above the grand red-carpeted path. Seated arrogantly on the throne, the demon kings sharp fangs glinted ominously as they looked down upon the humans. The staff held in the right hand emitted a sinister mana, staining the air around with an ominous aura.

So, thats how you present yourselves to me. Quite delightful.

Eight members of the expedition force, each grouped in sets of four, slowly advanced towards the demon king. At a distance of barely 30 meters, the bold-looking man at the forefront of the group stabbed his sword into the ground. The demon king remained unperturbed, maintaining a relaxed expression. Only the corners of their mouth curled slightly.

Ho? Weapon to the ground? What mischief is this?

No matter your demon status, youre the boss of a dungeon. Its a sign of respect. By the way, I never thought the demon king would be a woman. Naturally assumed you were a man.

Quite an amusing fellow. Showing off, are you?

Unfortunately, taunting wont work here. I am Kelumit, a proud Inspector of the capital of our esteemed empire, Riaze. And behind me are the elite warriors of the 32nd-ranked expeditionary unit, the Daybreaks Yellow Tiger Mercenary Squad of the empire! Remember, well be the ones to kill you and make a name for ourselves on this continent.

I am Melje De Lymph Agrea, the 17th descendant of Asmodeus. Ill make you remember my name and perish!

With those words, the demon king introduced themselves as Melje and rose from their seat. The staff in their hand levitated in the air, emanating a presence akin to a living being.N0v3lRealm was the platform where this chapter was initially revealed on N0v3l.B1n.

In a moment of opportunity, Kelumit, swiftly drew his sword from the ground. The sharp blade sliced through the air with a piercing sound. The members of the Daybreaks Yellow Tiger Mercenary Squad behind him immediately began weaving their magic, as they had practiced thousands of times. Those wielding bows aimed directly at the demon kings heart.

Burn!

Black mana scattered in all directions, and countless mana particles formed a massive flame.

Kelumit brandished a large alloy shield strapped to his back and charged through the fire, piercing flames causing several members of the Daybreaks Yellow Tiger Mercenary Squad supporting from behind to fall. Amidst the cacophony, a nearly ear-splitting scream echoed from behind Kelumit. However, he did not flinch an inch, confidently advancing with his shield, unyielding to the flames that dissipated futilely against it.

Though the pattern was simple, Kelumits movements left no room for error, rendering the flames useless against the sturdy shield.

Assessing the situation, Melje prepared a second spell of physical destruction. At the moment Kelumit hurled his shield, he leaped forward. The sharp edge of the sword, heavily stained with demon blood, was aimed directly at Melje. Simultaneously, as Melje was about to finish casting the spell, he stretched out both hands.

In that instant of collision between close-range magic and a retaliatory strike

*Kwa-ang!*

A deafening noise rang out as something crashed between them. Simultaneously, a massive shockwave. A vast amount of dust and thick smoke filled the air.

In the blink of an eye, something plummeted down. The aftermath was overwhelming, causing Melje and Kelumit to tumble several times on the ground.

The sword and staff made a loud noise as they hit the ground simultaneously. Kelumits head was grazed by flying stone shards, and red blood trickled down. Similarly, Melje, who rolled nearly, was slammed into the walls of the demon kings stronghold.

However, true to their status as a demon king, Melje, with one hand, touched the ground and barely managed to rise. A faint groan escaped between Meljes lips, and drops of blood fell one by one. Struggling to stand, Kelumit was in a similar state.

W-what?

Both expressed their confusion simultaneously. A breeze swept in through the shattered ceiling, allowing yellow sunlight to flood in. Illuminating the dark interior of the stronghold, the light shone solely upon the hole in the ceiling.

The dust and smoke dispersed as the wind blew, revealing a faint silhouette.

As the curtain of smoke cleared, the silhouette became distinct.

It took on the form of a human, slowly becoming more apparent amidst the dispersing dust and smoke. Watching the human-like silhouette gradually take shape, a faint smile appeared on the lips of the expeditionary force members. If this unknown being took the form of a human, it certainly wasnt an ally of humans, at least not by appearances alone.

In the spot where the dust cleared, stood a tall man in his mid-twenties.

Ah.

It was the first word spoken by the man.

I see.

Damn it.

From the moment I fell from the sky, I knew something was off, but this is a whole new level of messed up.

This is the third time Ive ended up in the wrong place. I thought I only lacked polymorph skills, but it seems my spatial teleportation magic is just as chaotic. Now, Patricks words about dont use magic because the mana inside you is chaotic are starting to make sense.

Initially, I thought it might be a coordinate error, but now its clear that the coordinates arent the issue. Its simply a complete disaster.

Ah, this is a disaster. I should have just walked. I would have reached the village by now if I had just walked.

Seriously I cant even do polymorph properly, why would I attempt teleportation magic?

Devourer, a tall and lean man, brushed his hair in frustration. His already messy black hair was annoyingly obstructing his view.

You could be strong, or maybe not.

What kind of strange response is that? Well, never mind. Ive taken quite an interest in you. Id like to know a lot! First, whats your name? Oh, pardon me. Allow me to introduce myself first. I am Melje de Lymph Agreia, the great Demon king, the 17th descendant of the mighty Asmodeus.

I am Dev

Instantly, Devourer halted. Revealing their true identity would undeniably make it easy to subdue this amateurish Demon king. But disclosing it in any way could ultimately spread rumors.

Theres no need to voluntarily proclaim, Im Devourer! and go about promoting it. Most importantly, it had to be remembered: the reason for all this was to find Renee.

Devde Rounie.

Terrible naming sense, Devourer regretted inwardly, unable to conjure a more fitting name.

Devde Rounie Fine. Would it be alright to call you Sir Devde?

Suit yourself. Its not bad.

Great, Sir Devde. First, I express my gratitude for your assistance. If it wasnt for your aid, I might have suffered at the hands of those humans.

I wasnt particularly eager to help.

Devourer had simply eaten up the louder side, either the demon or the human. If the demon had been noisier

Um

In imagining that scenario, Devourers expression became rather complex.

Yet, not paying attention to Devourers awkward expression, Melje approached.

Their purplish hair, reminiscent of an orchid, swayed naturally. Despite the recent encounter with the wall, their attire still carried an air of sophistication.

While not a direct descendant, I carry the blood of the mighty Asmodeus. Having received your kindness, I wish to help Sir Devde too. Do you have any requests?

With that statement and a slight shake of their arms, Meljes chest, quite demon-lordly for their age, caught Devourers attention.

Something? Its just that its fascinating to look at.

Just curious. If anyone flaunts themselves like that, wouldnt anyone look?

Is that so? It was an area I was confident in.

The dejected tone returned. Asmodeus had been known to preside over carnal desires, but perhaps it was due to that lineage. Or maybenot due to lineage, but if it wasnt because of that, the problem could escalate.

Given the urgency, I dont particularly need any help. Ah, right. I need to ask you.

What is it?

Trying to reach Hastin. Do you happen to know the way?

Oh, Hastin!

Yes! Hastin! You know it!

But what is Hastin?

You pretend to know and then claim ignorance!

Suddenly, a question arose in Devourers mind.

Even if they were monsters or demons, if they possessed intelligence, it was normal to know the location of the nearby human village. Especially for this Melje, a Demon king in humanoid form, it was unthinkable not to know.

Yet not knowing Hastin? Not just not knowing the way, but not knowing Hastin itself?

Hey, you. You mentioned Melje, right? Melje, do you know where the nearest human village is around here?

From what I know, Riaze would be the closest.

The more ominous feeling returned

Why are you doing that, Sir Devde? Why the bewildered expression? Huh? Why? Sir Devde!

A sense of disappointment and self-blame engulfed Devourer simultaneously, as Melje, grinning, kept asking questions.

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[Translator Kie]

[Proofreader Demon God]

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