The skies above the Kingdom of Garleist.

　Looking down at the people in the distance, the sorcerer, Bao-Agathos, wriggled his body. While letting his body be supported by the jewel, he sank into a relaxed sigh.

　In front of his gaze, he saw the activities of humans. From far above, I could see nothing more than insects moving, but I knew what they were doing. They must be working day and night to rebuild King's Landing.

　How can they never get tired of it, Agathos thought, and let his eyes widen.

　The royal capital, which had been set ablaze by a confrontation with the demon Drigman not long ago and was no longer visible, was now finally undergoing a gradual recovery by the hands of humans.

　Day after day, people come out of nowhere and build houses and churches. How is it possible to repeat the same thing over and over again? Agathos was really curious.

　All human beings have lost their former glory, but they have not lost their spirit. In fact, perhaps it was precisely because they had lost their glory that they were gathering their energy to rise again.

　In the beginning, he would not have had that kind of energy.

　Perhaps it was because of their influence, Agathos thought. Those women who always stood in front of the people and moved around as if they forgot to eat or sleep.

　The heraldic saint Mattia, and the concubine princess who now acts as the lord of the capital. With them as its banner, this royal city is about to regain its glory.

　Agathos tilted his head, still not understanding humans.

　What is the meaning of such a thing? Once something is destroyed, it is destined to be destroyed again. No matter how much effort is put into the reconstruction, it will be blown away in a night if the demon appears.

　Of course, Agathos is one of those demons. As long as the lost magical power returns, he is willing to turn this city itself into a beautiful jewel.

　If he did, his host, Leu, would change his mind. Besides, Agathos knows that many other demons have already begun to wake up.

　And among them, there were many who were even more cruel than he was. Drigman and himself were much prettier.

　Considering that he would become their prisoner, it would be better for him to be with humans as his jewels.

　Thinking of this, Agathos suddenly looked directly below him. There, as usual, a woman with fluttering black hair was shouting about something.

　Again, Agathos shook his white hair.

　Perhaps she had learned the trick of flying with magic, and her voice was gradually coming closer to Agathos. In her heart, Leu calls out Agathos' name. Agathos sighed heavily.

　Sighing heavily, Agathos lowered himself and went to pick up the black hair. As he holds the body floating in midair, Agathos stares at the black eyes and says. He seemed to be slightly out of breath.

"You, hey!　How long are you going to stay up there?　You promised to let the girl rest a little.

　Agathos could imagine that this was the kind of thing he wanted. Agathos knew that this was what he wanted.

"You know, I've told you many times. I'm a gem. It's easier for you to say I'm a demon.　I won't get tired or die from something like this. Eating is a hobby if you have the magic. I'm not like you weaklings. Do you understand?

　Even if Leu's body is human, it's been rebuilt differently inside. When the strong and the weak mingle, the weak will naturally fall for the strong.

　The sharpness of the sword no longer works on Leu's skin, and half-hearted magic no longer makes sense. If Agathos is conscious and doesn't leave Léu's soul behind, he will be able to become a perfect demon.

　It was at the moment when Fialaert was about to say something again to Agathos that food and rest were unnecessary.

　Agathos opened his own eyes. Agathos' eyes widened, and he naturally grasped Fialaert's hand tightly in his own. He could feel saliva crawling up his throat.

　A nasty, very, very nasty wind rumbled.

　--The soul of Agathos felt a sickening roar. In his eyelids, he imagined the Great Demon Vriligant, the rightful owner of destruction.

　Agathos heard the sound of the being he most wanted to avoid waking up. Of course, deep in his heart, he knew that this moment would come at some point.

　After all, even the former spirit god Zebraeliris had descended to this earth again. So it was no surprise that Vriligant, who had once called himself the god of the sky, had opened his eyes as well.

　Perhaps even the poisons and gears that serve him have returned. Agathos thinks, a cold feeling running down his forehead.

　More and more, no.

　Vriligant, and the demons under him, are clearly hostile to humans. They will more aggressively eat, kill, and destroy humans.

　Zebraeliris, Vriligant. And those demons. Now that they're here, the human race won't last much longer. The time will come when the champions of the continent will become demons, just as they did in the past.

　However, Agathos did not understand why that woman, the human hero Althea, would allow that to happen. She must be the one who controls the demonic and holds the root of it now. Zebreeliris and Vriligant should have had their souls held by Althea.

　But... Why were they allowed to manifest?

　As far as Agathos knew, Althea had once crushed the gods and demons with her own people. While spitting out blood and sobs many times, she definitely fought for the dignity and freedom of humanity to save humanity. That's why it became a human myth.



　Why is she now unleashing the demons and demons that she once opposed? Agathos can't imagine that part.

　In a sense, Agathos, the demoness, is inexplicably pure. He holds up what he loves and bites down what he hates.

　Just as a beautiful jewel cannot be tainted by a single drop of dirt, there is no turbidity in her. That is why she has never been able to understand the duality of others.

　Agathos turns his face down and says. Suddenly, a thought occurred to him.

"...... phialert. Speaking of which, where is it? Your mate. He's the human hero now, isn't he? I'd like to hear what you think a human hero should be like.

　Mating. For a moment, Fialaat looked as if she didn't know what she was talking about.

　Then, a moment later, his eyes widened and his cheeks flushed slightly as he spoke loudly again. What is there to be upset about? Is he trying to say that they are not mating now?

　I'm not sure what to make of this.


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　I'm not sure what to make of this.

　The rebellion by Salainio the Elder and his entourage had been completely silenced. Salainio, who should have been the banner of the rebellion, has fallen, and Lugis and Kalia have returned to Philos. The surprise attack by the rebels had lost its advantage due to the machinations of Largd-Anne.

　They no longer had the strength or will to resist the rebels, and in history, the rebellion that had come to the throat of the city of Philos was considered to have been put down at this point.

　However, for those who live in the present, this cannot be the end of everything. The disposal of the main force of the rebellion, the handling of the soldiers, and the reorganization of the organization in the future. There are many tasks left for the heraldry. There are those who say that the real war is in the aftermath.

　And so, this was perhaps a part of the post-processing. Largd-Anne felt a tension in her cheeks, and quietly turned her eyes to the next.

　Lugis, his cheeks twitching, turned his head away to avert his gaze.

I'm glad you welcomed me.　It's a good thing you've got a good idea of what you're doing.

　You can't help but notice that the words are filled with a hounding tone. No, it's more that the fact that she didn't use direct words makes her more compassionate. Anne stifled her trembling lips and looked at the situation again.

　There they were, in front of the gates of the city of Philos, stiffening the people who stood there.

　On the one hand, they wielded black and scarlet swords with a killing intent that distorted the space, and on the other hand, their magnificent black armor shone without wavering.

　Kalia, the shield of heroes, and Elyseald, the fighter, Telsalat-Lewana. They have unparalleled military prowess, but somehow they are facing each other with murderous intent.

　No, actually, Anne knew the reason.

　When Ann returned to the city of Philos after convincing the enemy camp, Lugis somehow greeted her.

　There was a part of me that wondered if she didn't trust me to rush over so quickly. But still, Anne did not feel bad. At the very least, she was aware of the fact that the heroes were worried about her life. And that he'd come all this way to meet her.

　Yes, that's true. The fact that the Hero-dono showed such a rare sign of concern was surely the first sign.

　When she saw Lugis, Anne also exhaled with relief for a moment. She felt her tightened spirit loosening easily.

　As if to take advantage of this moment, Telsalat beside her called out Lugis' name. It was as if it was a sign of respect. He then embraced her with his whole body.

　Of course, beside Rougis was Kalia, his shield and blade.

　Anne did not want to remember what happened after that.

　Anne continued to stare at Rougis as if she was questioning him. Then, as if she had given up, Lugis said.

"...... All right. It's my fault. I get it.

　You'll be able to find a lot more information on this on the web. This was the first thing he saw when they met again, even though he had risked his life.

　It's okay to be a little mean. Anne's lips lifted as her cheeks relaxed.