Volume 4 - Epilogue

Part 1

The West side of Zircon Tower City──

Just before the break of dawn, the sky had already become bright. Many of the tents that were there were shined upon.

In the place where a queue was usually made, there was currently no one there.

Because there were mysterious explosions and tremors with unknown causes that continuously occurred throughout the night, the people had separated themselves from the crowd of tents.

One tent had been sucked into the ground.

A hole had opened up.

Sand fell into a conical shape, and that hole widened.

Surrounding and watching it at a distance, the people raised screams saying that either the world was ending or that the lid of hell had been opened.

A tornado spouted out from the hole.

Stones and sand, even a portion of the tent that had fallen in were blown up into the sky and fell down into the surroundings.

Massive things that couldn’t be lifted unless done by a great number of people were falling down from the sky as if it were rain.

The people raise screams, and trembled in fear.

And then, they saw it.

From the bottom of the hole, an altar was rising up.

Several young girls were huddled together.

The one standing at the center of the altar was a man wearing black garments. He was growing horns.

Someone muttered this.

──It’s the Demon King.

Part 2

「It, it’s floating!? It’s floating -ssu~!?」

「……Please don’t be so noisy. It will disrupt Diablo’s concentration.」

With both of her hands, Rem dammed up Horun’s mouth who was unable to calm down.

「Muー!? Muguー!?」

「……Keep quiet.」

Shera held the shoulders of Lumachina whose waist had given out from all of the surprise and supported her.

「H, how, incredible……」

「Lumachina-chan, are you alright?」

「As, as I thought……Diablo-sama is……Kami-sama, isn’t he……」

「Are you really alright!?」

While she was looking after Krum, Shera might have become a bit more like an Onee-san.

Come to think of it, the petrified Shiryuu was also standing at the corner of the altar. What the heck will happen to her?

The was only the second time, but he had used 《Flight Magic》 and it was much more stable than the last time.

When he looked from above, he could tell that the ground had greatly caved in.

「I suppose I will lower this down in a place a bit further from here.」

He was not very good at moving horizontally, but it looked dangerous to put it down close to the collapsed area. It was also difficult to do with the people of the town observing after all.

「D, Diablo!」

The one that suddenly changed their expression and raised their voice was Shera.

When he turned around, Lumachina was making a pained-looking face. Her breathing had become rough.

「Haa……haa……haa……haa……」

「What is it!? What happened!?」

「This!」

Shera rolled up Lumachina’s clothes.

On her thigh, a dark purple nevus had been created.

「Marked Death Disease……」

The words that Diablo said himself felt distant as if someone else had said them.

Miracles had no effect on Lumachina. She herself had said it──That even if someone were to pray for her, not a single scratch on her would heal.

Even if they were to have a priest pray, they would be unable to heal this.

Diablo tightly grasped his fist.

So what Baduta had said was about this!

“……You all, will end up descending into despair”

Most likely, he had probably done something when he captured Lumachina. Sorcery had been performed at that place after all.

Shera trembled.

「No way……L, Lumachina-chan……is going to die……. Diablo, save her……」

Her eyes were overflowing with tears.

Although she was in pain, Lumachina expressed a smile.

「Please do not cry……Shera. I am……fine……If I am to die, that is Kami-sama’s discretion……」

「That is right. That is why, you will not die just yet.」

「We shall head towards a certain dungeon! It is there that we shall obtain the things that you all require!」

The “charm that heals the Marked Death Disease” that he obtained from a limited-time event should be stored in the treasury of his personal space.

Horun raised his fists overhead.

「OSSHA～～～A!!」