96 [きょうしゃ]/(n, vs) (yoji) (uk) (uk) (uk)

In the rugged poles that crossed the mountains from the land inhabited by man and went further north from the northern wall, high enough to penetrate the heavens, there is a castle that roughly cannot be built at the hands of man.

Uninterrupted huge beauty, details that are fundamentally incompatible with people's sensibilities. Buildings wrapped in dense throats with something to surround them.

That was the castle where Nakshatra, the current demon king, was based.

A room in the castle of the Demon King, on a square table set there, each gathers human-shaped creatures with heterogeneous parts.

In the deepest part of the room, where you can see all the people on the table, the figure of a brunette brown girl in a gorgeous costume. Standing next to it is a man with a gold forehead hanging on his face. From there, in turn, a thin man with long gray hair and red eyes. An old woman with bat-like pitch-black wings on her back. Can't you sit in a chair, objects like hands and feet growing on chunks of meat occupy the width of the table, and opposite each other a great darkness keeps the robe together and keeps the figure of a person.

Eventually, the brunette girl at the top of her seat opens her mouth in disgrace.

- Mauhario's been defeated, Vishudda.

Vishuddha. That's what they called it was the darkness of putting together a robe that took up opposite a chunk of meat.

In response to her question, there is no other entity. It answers with a darkness that seems to be part of the appearance.

"Ha. As Master Nakshatra said, Lord Mauhario will die in the battle ahead against the brave men of the Union. Only my legions and Lord Moura's legions remain in the Union."

What popped out of the robe was the voice of a young man. The voice reported defeat to the girl - Nakshatra, but then the words put out were colored with invincible voices that seemed as if their companions had been defeated.

"But may your Majesty rest assured. The calculation for defeating the brave men of the Union has already arrived. In the near future, I wondered if my measures would necessarily allow me to deliver the brave man's neck."

"Right. If you have an idea, that's fine. I'll leave you to Moura."

"Ha"

Did you drool over Nakshatra? The top of the robe leans forward. I heard confidence from Vishudda's voice, but on the other hand a voice doubting that confidence sounded overconfident.

"But will it be that easy?"

"... Lord Lishabalm. What does that mean?

Ask Lishabalm, the man Vishudda will refrain from beside Nakshatra.

"No, there's also the Lord Rajas. So I just got a little anxious. We don't know where we're going with four brave men."

"My plan is complete. After you've yanked Lord Moura's army and drawn other forces, you will lure the brave men out and destroy them."

"But do brave men ride the measures so easily?

All I heard was from a chunk of meat. When done and in a noisy voice, questioning credibility, Vishudda still speaks out in a voice full of confidence.

"Perhaps now the brave men and the soldiers of the coalition, by destroying one of our legions, should float and have no feet on the ground. I was wondering if it would be 10% certain to fit in during surgery."

"I see. Do you mean to motivate your enemies and use their momentum"

"You're right. Lord Lishabalm."

Vishudda's affirmation is followed by a grey-haired red-eyed man - Ilzar raising his voice like a frenzy.

"Use a dead Mauhario...? No, Vishudda, you dashed Mauhario."

Vishudda, voiced so that she could take the blame, leaks a sneak laugh of one joy, as if she had been praised for her measures.

"There is no annihilation. Only that I have told Lord Moura the wish of Lord Mauhario, who offered to take a ride with the brave man."

"I see. The Mauhario guy turned out to be a good throwaway."

"Your Eminence is hopeless, so I thought it might be the main hope."

"I guess."

What Ilzar uttered was the consent of a flat voice.

Nakshatra, who was listening to that exchange on the other hand, turns his cold gaze to Ilzar.

"Hmm? No way, Ilzar, that's when you say you have a complaint about Mauhario's end of the road?

"Me? That's not true, Nakshatra. Mauhario lost because he was weak. Nothing else. It's a confirmation of what was going on."

"Phew, fine. I thought you and I were in a hurry.

"It's impossible."

Ilzar snarls his nose, as if it had been an uninteresting story. After such an obedient and nothing conversation, a woman with bat wings on her back turned her suspicious eyes to Vishudda.

"I figured that out, after all, can Vishudda defeat the brave men of the Union?

"Do you see my power? Latura."

"You're a woman, aren't you, the brave man of the Union? I could be good, couldn't I? Was it Norcias? Like that pretty girl over there. Hmph."

Latura says so, making a slutty grin at her. Meanwhile, you reacted to the content of her words, or the meat chunks occupying Vishudda's front threw up with a deafening noise.

"You mean the divine son of the Spirit. I wish I had killed you."

"That's not funny, is it? Oh, that's what Rajas tolerated. Enemies first smack their hearts, then believe in killing them."

Latura mouths a shame at the sound of it, but the meat mass silenced without responding.

When the conversation breaks, Vishudda answers Latura.

"No problem. It doesn't make sense to me to attack the brave. Hihihi, I stole Lord Lishabalm's moves."

Did the laughter bother you, or did it tell the story? Meat chunks complaining about it.

"I can roar a lot with borrowing moves"

"Until then, if you ask me to borrow, I succeeded in sublimating that move and making it powerful. Then that's my move."

"Hmm."

To Vishuddha, who could safely retreat, yes, the meat mass made a noise that sounded like a snort, and then flew the metal fragments out of her body.

But Vishudda doesn't even try to squeeze flying fragments. The fragment was thought to hit Vishudda, but it slipped through to his rear.

"Hihihi..."

In the margin of leaking a creepy laugh, the meat chunk asks Lishabalm.

"Lishabalm, are you okay?

"I'm nothing. If I can help you, my lord, I hope so."

and Lishabalm dripping this over Vishudda. The expression didn't hide in the forehead for sure, but did you feel better about it, Vishudda makes the creepy laugh stronger.

Sounds like Vishudda, who eventually foresaw the separation of conversations, turned to Lishabalm.

"The measures are more than that. Lord Lishabalm. Were you convinced?

"Yes, sir. I would like to thank you very much for your compassion in accompanying me in the resolution of my concerns. Then, Your Majesty."

"You got the story together. Then it's Vishudda. Go."

To Nakshatra's command, Vishudda lowered this vein deeply, and vanished into the darkness around him.

And Nakshatra, who has so far left the story to the flow, cuts it out.

"I shall now give you the directive for the future. Latura, Glarazillas, did you guys rendezvous with Striga and say Nerferia? Make way for that. The coalition has the army of Vishuddha and the army of Moura, so it will be easier to attack there."

"Yay. The brave guy called in the middle of nowhere is a girl, right? Looking forward to it. How do you want me to jerk you off?

"I understand. Stay tuned for a good report"

Voices of joy stripped of octagonal teeth and noisy yet quiet acknowledgements. Latura and Glarazillas returned their respective replies before taking their seats and disappearing into the darkness.

On the other hand, one person who was not given life raised a voice of doubt.

"Hey Nakshatra, am I not in?

Ilzar asks suspiciously, but it was Lishabalm who answered it.

"I'm sorry. Sir Ilzar has something else to ask of you."

I'm the only one acting differently because of you.

"Yes, I know that His Excellency Ilzar went to the Autonomous Prefecture after this to seize the weaponry that the brave left behind."

"You think it's a weapon? Why don't we just leave those things alone? If you are protected by a goddess, you are still not a major threat to her possessions."

"It's Ilzar. This is Lishabalm's only wish. I gave permission, too."

In Nakshatra's words, Ilzar's eyebrows move pickly. And Ilzar turned slowly toward Lishabalm,

"... that's a rare wish. Is that so threatening?

"It is found in what is called the current event soldier outfit (Sacramento). The use of substance is entirely different, but I was wondering if it would perhaps be one of the techniques by which humans could confront our god Zechariah directly."

"Hmm? That sounds interesting. Fine. I'll go along with your plan."

"Thank you Happiness"

A richabalm that magically drips this way. But does Ilzar not dislike his words or discern them as rhetoric? There was no reply, and I rang my nose and stood up.

And even as I walk out of the room, I stop perfectly.

"Your Excellency?"

"- Lishabalm. I remember I wanted to ask you one question."

"Why should I?

"Who defeated Rajas?

Lishabalm, hearing the question, laughs fiercely thin and ragged at his mouth.

"Between humans, it is supposed that Astel's brave men defeated them?

"You're not."

"What makes you think that?

"It's an investigation."

"Just kidding."

And when Lishabalm lays down to a word with a grin that it has not even been answered, now Ilzar seeps his swordswallowing temper out of his body and asks questions.

"... who was under Zechariah's protection as much as Rajas would lose to brave men who had been called and were not yet familiar with the power of the goddess"

"If it's something that originally has the right power, it seems unlikely, though?

"None"

"How can you be so sure?

"Experience. The brave men who fought Zechariah's will had some time before they could fight you."

"So you think it's strange that His Excellency Rajas is defeated by the brave?

"That's right. Whatever it takes, it's too soon."

"So even if you ask me... No, it's a problem."

That said, Lishabalm is not looking weak at all. Even though there are beings who can defeat the powerful demonic generals, laughing without any sense of crisis is more like wearing a mask of dogma.

"You can afford it. After all, don't you know who the guy who defeated Rajas is?

"No way. We're investigating it now."

"Are those thin laughs? You're the one who should keep your jokes to yourself."

Ilzar has a chilling glance at Lishabalm, who does not break his attitude of obedience. When he found out that his freezing eyes could not leave him, Lishabalm sighed like he had noticed and turned, taking the peeling skin.

Then it becomes apparent that the indoor temperature changes. When everything cools indoors enough to freeze, it sounds like a crack called a paki that starts to sound. It was also in the meantime that they truly conveyed the aberrations they had descended upon, and the air stood around making even the Demon tribe uncomfortable.

- The cold air that now filled a room in the castle of the Demon King was no more than the type of spiritual chill (psychic cold) emitted by the sorcerer.

"With all due respect, my lord, let it still make sense that whoever defeats Lord Rajas is a brave man, eh? It is impossible to defeat His Excellency Rajas, even those who originally possessed the corresponding power, in the mouth of His Excellency who was there, and will only defeat His Excellency Rajas if he is a brave man under the patronage of a goddess"

"So that's... Hmm, sure enough, if a brave man can't defeat it"

"- Yes, sir. So let's not be conflicted."

"… then let's withdraw our earlier words. Even without the power of the goddess, he said he had the skill to defeat it."

Did you want that word, Lishabalm? Create a creepy grin like you've never seen before in your mouth.

And

"- The name of the one who defeated His Excellency Rajas is Mitsumi Eight Keys. He is a contemporary sorcerer (Superior Wizard) affiliated with Nesteheim's Interested Sorcery Order, and his rank is Greatest (High Grand). Among the sorcerers, there is a wide variety of sorcery systems, among which we have defeated many sorcerers through the incredible power of four great sorceries: [Holy Lightning (Abraham ad Habla)], which sent the same divinity as our god Zechariah back to the narrows of the world, [Bodhisattva (Brace Blade), cleansed by the pale], and the golden [Shield (Magnaria)], which outwitnessed the roar of the Red Dragon, and [Starry Magic (Ens Astrale)], which wiped it out without a trace. The sorcery that defeated His Holiness Rajas would definitely be a holy lightning bolt using the power of the Holy Guardian Angel. That works best for us."

"… you"

"Be careful when you meet that man on the road. Lord Ilzar would be compatible, but that man gets up as many times as he wants unless he crushes his dreams, he's such a man. Let's be my two dances if we don't show a merciless reality that can never be changed."

Among those words that Lishabalm uttered were emotions reminiscent of extraordinary causes. It's not just resentment, it's not just anger. I couldn't even admire it, there was joy.

Such a voices of all-powerfulness dissolved in the darkness that the generals of the other demons had vanished.