479 "The Capital King" in 478




 Parna, the capital of the Borvat dynasty.

 The former capital of the Borovat dynasty, Parna, with its royal palace and splendor in every corner. In this city, there is no time for tranquility.

 In the daytime, demonic beasts scream with glee, and at night, the demon tribe walks in the darkness for their own pleasure. It's always the humans who fall victim.

 The center of it all. It was in the palace guard that guarded the palace where the demons lived.

"Nutsama! I have a report. I have a report!

 Master Nuto. In the capital city of Parna, a large bird was so called.

 At first glance, he looked like a heron, but with his huge body, several times larger than a man, and his long wings and beak, it was easy to see that he was a demon bird. He wore blue feathers, and on his head was a golden crown.

 The crown does not mean anything in the magical world, but Nuto likes to wear it because he heard that it is worn by human kings.

 Just as the raven likes the light, Nuto likes power. To control something is intoxicating to the creature.

 And the fact is, Nuto is something of a king in the capital city of Parna.

 Not that he can defy his master, Junerva. Junerva has shown little interest in ruling, and has left Nuto to his own devices. The demon Lovell doesn't even show his face.

 Perhaps the demons are interested in the great demon Vriligant, but not so much in the demons and humans in the capital.

 Therefore, the management of the human species in the surrounding area was left to the ex-human Kiel, and everything that happened in the capital city of Parna was entrusted to Nuto.

 It was safe to say that all power in the capital was concentrated in Nuto, and he was also a spirit who had been given a portion of Junerva's soul. Even in terms of pure power, there were few monsters that could match him.

 Nuto pointed his large beak at the little bird that repeatedly brought him reports.

"Nuto-sama! Nuto-sama!

I know what you're talking about! Those hexenbiests are on the loose again. Let them do what they want. It's worse that they're dead. Come back and report your deaths!

 A small bird flaps its wings and flies off into the sky, and then several more birds fly in rapid succession.

 Nuto hit the armrest of the chair he was sitting on with a clang. Perhaps he was so irritated that the armrest shattered.

 After all, there was hardly a time in the past few days that Nuto's big mouth hadn't opened. There were countless demons that gathered to take advantage of the demon's vast power, and when that happened, there were plenty of disputes and confusion.

 Yet, there was no system of governance in this place. This was only natural, since it had been forcibly transformed from the City of Men into the City of Demons.

 Nuto said as if to dissipate the exasperation that had built up in every feather.

If there is anyone who is dissatisfied with my leadership, bring them to me! I'll swallow them all, whether they're impotent little girls or powerful hexenbiests!

 That's what a hexenbiest is, Nute said. They believe in power, they use power to control, and they die by power. If there is a sin in being weak, it is in being weak.

 Junerva the Demon and Nuto the Horcrux. Their thoughts are very close. The only thing that separates them is laziness or diligence. That is why Junerva took Nuto as an offshoot.

"Nto-sama, Nto-sama! I have a report. A hexenbiest who wishes to be subjugated has arrived with a large number of humans! Three thousand of them! Three thousand of them!

"Hexenbiests with humans. So what does he want? You're not just here, are you?

 At the mention of three thousand, Nute's narrow eyes narrowed even more. He glared at the bird as if to shoot it down as it brought him a report.

 It is not uncommon for demons to bring human beings and precious metals as tribute. But three thousand was not a common number. At the very least, Nute judged, they were not just hoping for a subordinate.

 Perhaps they were like himself, seeking status and power, or perhaps they wanted to have an army purely for the struggle. Whatever the case, it must be troublesome.

 The little bird flaps its wings busily and says.

"Majin-sama, request an audience with Majin-sama! Hope!


 "I don't want to.


I said I didn't want to. I said I didn't want to. ......

Don't say anything too crazy. Don't say anything too funny, or you'll be heard.

 "Don't say anything too strange, or they'll hear you," he says, sounding as if he's about to cry as he walks down the street.

 Shad is now entering the city of Parna, not in human form, but in the form of a serpent so large it looks like a demon. I, Kalia, and 3,000 other soldiers followed.

 While keeping an eye on our surroundings, I whispered to the soldiers the instructions we had agreed upon. As we continued our march, some of the soldiers gradually disappeared into the city. No one was paying attention to their presence, and the magical beasts and demons were behaving as they pleased.

 All in all, it was a cheerful thing. It was a wonderful city. Provided that there were no human corpses piled up around it.

 But the city looked just as I'd sent my scouts out to see. There's nothing wrong with it and it doesn't interfere with my plan.



 I'm not sure what to make of it. The only problem is that Shad has tried to escape three times.

 The only problem is that Shad tried to escape three times during the process. But Kalia held him back. In a way, it was brave of him to try to escape so many times while being stared at by Kalia.

 There was another reason why he was able to enter the city so easily. The city was in too much turmoil. The gates were still open even though it was wartime, and the gatekeepers could not be said to be in control of the comings and goings.

 At any rate, it seems that most of the gatekeeping and guarding is done by people under their control. It is reasonable to use what is available, but it must be unpleasant for them.

 In any case, if a demonic being came, there was no way they could not pass through. If you are close to a demon, your head will be physically blown off immediately.

 This was not the case in the Garlist Royal City of Arche. There was a watchful eye on every detail, and everything was controlled by demonic hands, not human hands.

 If it had been Drigman, the ruler, he would not have allowed three thousand people to enter through the main gate. He was, after all, too much trouble for an enemy.

"That's surprising. I thought demons had a habit of ruling and controlling, like Drigman.

 I thought mages had a tendency to rule and control like Drigman. I'm not sure I'd be able to do that.

"Perhaps this one is more demonically correct. They're saying. They're saying, "Look at my power, if you can do something, do it.

 Witches are demons. That's what they are. They show off their power and rule by force.

 And the fact is that 3,000 humans are not that many in the eyes of a demon. No, even if there were 40,000 led by Mastighios, what would be the point?

 Looking back at me from time to time, I say to Shad, who is still walking slowly down the street.

Don't worry. I don't mind if you run away in the end. But for right now, I need your help.

...... Are you sure? I heard you! I'm going to escape!

 I'm not sure if you've heard of it, but I've heard of it. I don't know what kind of hexenbiest she originally was, but it seems she was a very timid species. She must have a huge amount of magical energy stored in her body. I wonder what kind of hexenbiest she is. A small snake, perhaps.

 As I moved forward as the gatekeeper had told me to, I could see the tragic situation in the city more clearly.

 What should have been a marketplace was now devoid of goods, and there was no one to set up store. No, I didn't see many people at all. At most, I saw people dressed like sorcerers.

 They acted like demonic companions even though they were human. Should I call them arrogant, or should I praise them for their adaptability? If I wanted to take down this city, I would definitely have to deal with them as well.

 While I was feeling a bit fed up, a small bird that had been flying around earlier approached and said to Shad.

"Go! Go! Go straight ahead and dare Ntozama! Audience! Audience!

 A high-pitched bird's voice said, inviting us in.