On the battlefield, the light cheered and the thunder rumbled. As soon as the dazzling light enveloped the surroundings, the lightning dragon, formed by magic, opened its jaws.

　The demon army did not have the maneuverability to avoid it. They only know how to move forward. Therefore, they were easily devoured by the majesty of the thunder, and many of them perished.

　A concert of colors and roars. With an output that is impossible for a human to achieve, he strikes and kills his enemies with a murderous intent he has created. This is what a true sorcerer's warfare is all about.

　Mastighios-la-Volgograd's vigor was tremendous. He devoured the demon army with his jaws and crushed the enemy even when he was forced to retreat.

　The reason why the outnumbered demon army was unable to attack the Mastighios army was precisely because of his general alone. How many people around him were encouraged by the sight of him wielding both arms of lightning and fire, sometimes on the front lines with his soldiers and lieutenants.

　Everyone in the demon army began to fear the sorcerer named Mastighios. He has been fighting day in and day out, and yet he has not run out of magic power.

　Perhaps, if all went well, the humans would have been able to defeat the demon army.

　That's how much of a threat the Mastighios sorcerer was.

　--If only the demons hadn't shown themselves. Everything could have been fine.

"...... Oh, oh, oh. You're good. If only I hadn't been born a human.

　The witch, Junerva the Poisoner, looks at her prey with the eyes of a bird of prey, her bird's face relaxed in a satisfied breeze. With a bird's hand, she grabbed it by the neck. Blood was dripping from the prey, and although it was breathing, it was no longer conscious.

　Yes, it was still breathing. Junerva couldn't help but marvel. With the exception of Althea, the man before her was undoubtedly the greatest sorcerer of all.

"Ga......agh.

　But that didn't mean he was a match for the demon. It's a good idea to have a good idea of what you're looking for and how you can use it.

　No matter, Junerva deserves praise.

　It's impossible for a human to even slightly damage a demon who is essentially a disaster.

　Just as a sword is useless against a typhoon, or a flood cannot be resisted. The fact that it was damaged shows that it is no longer in the realm of humans and is closer to demons.

　That is to say, it has mysteries in its body that have been around since the time of mythology. For example, the jeweled sword made by the gods, or the glory of a hero.

　Junerva laughed loudly in his beak. A bright smile, not a mockery.

　It is likely that even after Althea's death, the humans had not forgotten their fear of the demons and monsters. That's why they created heroes, studied magic, and carefully and meticulously prepared techniques to resist demons.

　If you think about the fact that Althea was the only one who was injured by a demon in the past, you can probably call that progress.

　That's why Junerva laughs out loud and snaps her beak as if she's tired of it.

　It's a sign of annoyance. I'd say it made me salivate. It was not admiration for Mastighios, but contempt for the human species.

　Yes, he's the greatest sorcerer of all. There's no doubt about it. To put it another way, even he was no match for the demon.

　Nonsense. Hundreds of years and he still can't even lay a finger on Altius. And yet we continued to enjoy peace and quiet for so long. Aren't most of the people living today like feathers gathering on the corpse of Altia?

　For Junerva, this was frightening. Because she had been defeated by the only person who respected her. He could not help but see the ugliness of today's insignificant people.

　Junerva had always been a misanthrope, but the feeling that ran through her body now was different from disgust.

"Master Junerva. May I?

　A man who looked like a boil of human ugliness approached Junerva. Junerva could barely distinguish the human voice, but she knew who it was by his manner.

"It's you. If you didn't want to die, you wouldn't have time to sit here and watch me die.

　Who was the only sorcerer who was pushing back the battle line? I'm not sure if this is a good idea, but it's a good idea. He was so frustrated that his gaze alone almost pierced my skin.

　But even out of the corner of his eye, Kiel-Bazarov opened his mouth with a strange smile.

You're right. I can't even argue with that. That is why I would like the opportunity to recover from my mistake.

"Oh?

　The moment Junerva slightly opened her eyes to Kiel, who was still acting as if he had something in mind. The sound of many birds' cries pierced his ears.

　This was a sign that the reporting birds were beginning to fly over Junerva. A few of them spoke their own language, and one of them summed up the story and told Junerva.

"Report, report!　A new demon has appeared in the capital city of Borvat, a demon has appeared!

　Not only Kiel, but even Junerva, who had been showing some irritation, reacted to the report. The feathers ruffled slightly and the blood pulses jumped.

　The manifestation of a demon. How could there be such people in this age? Junerva muttered honestly in her heart.



　A mage is simply a person who has the original text. Those who can distort even the logic of this world with their unceasing desire and spirit. The monsters who use their own mental world to encroach on the real world.

　The one who binds them together, who sometimes gives them the source material and creates them, is the Great Demon, the former God. The Great Demon. Many demons were created by the Great Demon.

　But there is no way Vriligant can afford to create demons now. Junerva, the demoness, knows that better than anyone.

　However, in a time when demons are so scarce, it's hard to imagine how they could have arisen naturally. Then, there was only one answer.

　My beloved demon-- Lovell used the original. That was the most likely possibility. Although Junerva did not understand all of Lovell's original scriptures. It is very likely that she is the one who controls cause and effect and fate.

"...... can't help it. Oh, you.

　Junerva returned her gaze emotionlessly to Kiel. It really was a condescending look at something that didn't matter. Kiel met the gaze as if he were used to it.

I don't know what it is, but do what you want. If it doesn't clear your name, you die.

　Throwing Mastighios out of the way, Junerva raised her large wings. There was no interest left in this place. With his own kind in tow, he flew through the air, unconcerned about the battlefield.

　The battlefield he left behind was a horrible mess.

　One-third of the Mastighios army, which had fought valiantly against the demon army, had been melted by the poison of Junerva. Before they had time to retreat, they were swallowed up by the tsunami of poison that was being transmitted from one person to another, and many sorcerers and beasts died.

　Then there would be few corpses left. The stench of rotting flesh and the strange scent of burnt bones lingered on the battlefield.

　And so, the three sorcerers who continued to hold the line.

　The mage general Mastighios and his lieutenants, Hind and Eirene. They are no longer safe. Their flesh and magic have been crushed by the demon Junerva. It's a miracle they're not dead.

　And so this battlefield comes to an end.

　The first battle of the Great Demon War of Borvat. The clash between the demon army and humanity ended in defeat for the human side due to the presence of a single demon.

　Borvat's main army, the Mastighios Army, was half destroyed, and the Demon General Mastighios also became a prisoner.

　At this point, the Borvat dynasty lost its large scale resistance and fell completely to the demonic forces.

　This news was delivered to the Great Patriarchate, as well as to the new kingdom of Garleist led by Philos and Mattia.