1 01 Story: Prologue: Behind the Demon King Crusade

- I thought it was something like this.

War IV (Yuma).

I mean, the fourth war between the brave and the demon king.

A demon king is a king of darkness who thinks only of destroying mankind.

And a brave man is a hero born to destroy his demon king.

To the attacking Demon King and his hosts, mankind turned to the brave and his companions. This is a merciless war. Needless to say, many people were involved in the clashes between the two. The bloody feud seemed to be prolonged, but now that ten years have passed, the settlement is finally about to take hold.

- It's like I don't feel it.

I felt lonely, surrounded by burning flames and falling debris.

I'm sure.

The war will be over in less than a few minutes.

By now, a brave man will be at war with the Demon King.

And - me too, I finished my last job.

"Is this the heart of the demon king?"

Pulsed over palms, looking at black organs.

Returning a raw warm feeling That's what my boss calls the "Heart of the Demon King". It is unclear on what principle it is separating it from the flesh, but so far it has been healthy.

"If we destroy this, the Demon King dies, right?

I threw that question at the presence of squatting at my feet.

"... oh yeah"

The squatting shadow affirmed in a small voice.

It seems that the contemporary Demon King had a prudent character.

Unlike humans, the Demon King does not die of any injuries if his heart is not even destroyed. Therefore, the Demon King prepared himself for the final showdown to come by keeping his heart elsewhere in advance. The Demon King today can be resurrected instantly, even if the heart he keeps elsewhere is safe, trying to get his limbs chopped up by the brave.

That's why I was given the assignment.

While the Brave Fight the Demon King, take the Heart of the Demon King stored elsewhere and destroy it -.

"I never thought I'd be killed by anyone but the brave."

I can call from my feet.

This man was protecting the Demon King's heart - that is, under the Demon King's command.

In taking away his heart, this man became the biggest obstacle.

He was only a presence that protected the weakness of the Demon King on the boulder, and he was a stronger enemy than any demon ever fought. After a fierce battle where one side of the perimeter became a burning field and all of those buildings collapsed, we were able to gradually win.

If you look at the results, let's say it was an overwhelming victory.

This man, a demon, was pierced through his heart and continued to drool blood reflexes from earlier. No obvious trauma to me. There's still room for us to move as much as we can after the next fight or so.

"The brave are busy crusading the demon king. Just like the devil, I'm enough alone."

Answering that, the demon laughed with his nose.

"Don't be sarcastic about returning jokes. You do realize that, don't you? Contemporary demon kings are weak. In this war, we demons, under its command, were stronger than demon kings.... There is no way that a brave man like the Demon King could kill me. If anyone were to kill me, I always thought it must be you."

I frown upon the words of the devil.

"You were supposed to meet me for the first time, but you knew about me?

"Naturally. I don't have to know when the war started. Not one of us demons knows you in this world. The many demons you have killed so far have all been far stronger than the Demon King.... Kuck, you really should be wary that you weren't the brave one from the start."

The demon's skin peeled and peeled off.

The inner bones and meat turn into sand. It's the sight of a demon dying.

"Farewell, shadow hero. I'm honored to have been buried by your hands, not by the brave ones."

The word. Finally, the demon's body was turned into dust and misty.

The devil was probably praising me. But that's something I shouldn't take.

What is it?

Squeeze the Demon King's heart.

Now the Demon King is dead.

The war must be over.

"Something like this?"

Just ten years until the war is over.

It seems long, it seems short - after all, I don't get the feeling.

But that won't be impossible either.

No footlights on where I stand. This is behind the scenes and the stage on the table exists elsewhere.

Remove the rectangular thin paper from your pocket and press the center with your finger.

Bringing the light-emitting thin paper closer to my mouth, I started the call.

"Mission accomplished. I destroyed the Demon King's heart."

"Copy that. Confirmed the death of the Demon King. Return immediately.... don't let the brave men in the vicinity feel you. You're not supposed to be in that battlefield."

"I know.... It was the brave ones who defeated the Demon King. I'm not going to cloud this fact."

It's a good idea.

Cut the comms, I left the spot behind.

There is no fine dust in the sense that we are saving humanity.

It's just that I'm faintly doing the job I was given.

He belonged to the institution (...) from the point of mind and was raised as a soldier obedient to orders.

It was an institution reserved solely for winning the war. So he was raised as a tool just to win the war.

That war is over now.

The last job I'm given, it's over.

I'm going to - how do I live?