Volume 10 - CH 2.3

Part 3

*Gachiri* Making the sound of metal armor, the Dwarf──Bultame stepped forward.

「Just what the hell are you spouting? Well, you’ll fall prey to this 《Breaker Axe》 anyway.」

He proudly held up the axe that shined in grey.

As might be expected of the Dwarf race that boasted proficiency in weapons making, it looked like it was top quality.

Diablo had no recollection of it. In other words, it was a weapon that was not implemented in the MMORPG Cross Reverie.

Sylvie shrugged her shoulders.

「Are you a bandit? We’re busy right now so I’ll overlook you. But, for you to target us……Wouldn’t it be better if you did your information gathering a bit more seriously? He’s panicking right now, but this Diablo-san is──」

「He’s the Magician that defeated the Great Demon King Modinalaam, right? And then, you are Faltra’s Adventurer’s Guildmaster.」

Sylvie narrowed her eyes at Bultame’s words.

「Heeh……So you knowingly challenged us?」

「Of course I did! If I defeat the hero, then I will be feared, and the other races would break down and surrender to me.」

「What a foolish thing to do……」

Sylvie said that sounding as if she were groaning.

「……」

Diablo’s head cooled down.

So on top of knowing who they were, he made proper preparations and challenged him. In other words, he was a challenger.

Although he was an enemy, he was a person of the Races.

So that he wouldn’t kill him, Diablo chose equipment that made it so that he could go easy on him.

He took the 《Trial-Made Great War Scythe》 out from his pouch.

「To think that there would be a fool that would challenge the true Demon King Diablo……Very well, I shall be your opponent. Amuse me with how you look as you fall!」

His mentality was shaken, but he recovered with his usual Demon King roleplay.

Receiving a challenge made his heart dance.

In particular, the uplift of a one-on-one match wasn’t done out of reason.

This tension of a personal battle was what Diablo liked.

Bultame came rushing in.

「Learn of my axe!!」

Fast!

──Was it 《Sword Smite III》!?

He received the opponent’s axe slash with his scythe.

Bultame sneered.

「You fell for it!」

「Making me feel disappointed like that.」

If he were to liken it to something, it would be a box attached with puzzles──one where it would open if the riddle was solved and was correctly put in. He liked solving the riddles.

However, he would sometimes be disillusioned.

He would want to shatter the box with a hammer.

Right now, that is how he felt.

Once more, Bultame came rushing in.

「This time, you’ll die for sure!」

Diablo stood upright as if he had become apathetic.

Bultame’s axe struck into his flank.

It cut in very deeply.

Sylvie raised a scream.

「Diablo-san!?」