Majin Lugis. Oirland was not the only one horrified by his appearance.

　There are many citizens who know the name of the hero of the heraldry. Even if you don't know him, you can still feel your throat twitch when you know that a new demon has appeared.

　The execution hall was beginning to look even more noisy. The air was thick and the temperature was dropping rapidly.

"You idiot!　Why ...... you?

　Even his second in command, Hind, couldn't help but open his mouth at the sight of something impossible.

　It was an unbelievable sight. I'm not sure what to make of it, but I'm sure it's a good idea.

　What happened and what went wrong? Has he really turned into an enemy? If that's the case, then our thoughts have failed to reach the demons, let alone the demons themselves.

　A pang of gloom seeped into Hind's heart. Rather than disappointment or dismay, he was more saddened by the fact that even with the two of them, Mastighios and Lugis, they were no match for the demons.

　Eirene was also calling out Lugis' name loudly. But Rougis didn't hear her, and looked at Mastighios' face.

Do I look good?　That's embarrassing. Is that the last thing you want to say?

"Yes, I don't mind. I don't care. My head won't change a thing if you cut it off.

　Lugis tilted his head at the words. The mastighion's face showed no sign of fear or pain, even though it had an air of serenity about it.

　For as long as I can remember, people have always shown a pale face of cowardice at the moment of death. No matter how strong they are.

　Yet Mastighios acted as if he took his death for granted.

"That's quite a leeway. So a man who's about to become a general is different from a human being?

No way. The differences between us are insignificant. We can all be brave and we can all be ordinary. That's what I believe.

　Mastighios raised his head slightly and looked into Lugis' crimson eyes. There was a strange swirl of emotion in his eyes, but there was no hostility towards Mastighios. In fact, I could even see the innocence in them.

　Mastighios had no idea what had turned him into a demon. He couldn't even imagine.

　But it's hard to imagine that he just obediently turned into a demon. Even if he has lost his memory or consciousness at this moment, he may have left some seeds or clues behind.

　Then, what you should do now is not to condemn him or grieve for him. That's what Mastighios decided.

　What he needed to think about was what would happen if he killed himself and then became a human again. If he killed himself, he might not be able to hold hands with people anymore.

　That was the only thing I had to avoid. The human species is like a very sick person whose insides have been greatly eroded. If we continue to divide ourselves, the only thing that will come after that is annihilation.

　The Mastighios took a breath and said to the people.

"All right, people!　It is not the wizard generals who will die here now. They are just fools who will be used by the demons and die. Even if I don't die here, I had to die sooner or later!

　Everyone was looking at Mastighios' face. Everyone was looking at Mastighios' face, their emotions varying, but the words were etched in their brains.

"You will live. Do not concern yourselves with the death of fools!

　It was addressed to the multitudes of people - and to several soldiers who were within sight. Dressed as citizens, they were probably planning to retake themselves and their countrymen.

　But that would be foolhardy. Dozens of soldiers and more people would die in the chaos just to save a few, surrounded by these demons.

　And in the unlikely event that we survive, the daily lives of those who live under the yoke of the demons will be even more brutal.

　So we must endure for the moment. Mastighios told them.

　The eyes of the oilants widened and their expressions became distorted. Their faces were sweating with pain.

　After a moment, he let out a roar.

"All of you--save the General!

　Even with Mastighios' words, they could not stop. Just as Mastighios had found hope in Lugis' presence, for the soldiers of Borvat, Mastighios was their hope.

　No matter how hard the road to success is in the face of the demon. Even if we all die. They believe that if only one Mastighios survives, it will be worth it.

　The execution site was once again engulfed in turmoil and confusion as the soldiers rushed in.

　The legionnaires, who had been blending in with the people, rushed toward the execution table with hidden weapons in their hands. The demons were momentarily unsettled, but they started to fight back.

　--The screams and shouts of the people. The people screamed and shouted. The soldiers and the demons overlapped each other and began to fight with their true nature.

"Yeah!　Leave the small fry alone!　Kill Mastigios! Kill Mastigios!



　Kiel's voice rang out over the execution site below. The most frightening thing for him was that in the midst of all this chaos, Mastighios would be spared.

　If he does, he'll surely plot another rebellion. The people will have hope again.

　Then the arrangements for his execution are no longer important. Let the nearest demon chop off his head and it's all over.

　Lugis is standing at the execution table, pretending that he doesn't care a bit about the chaos. Nuto, the lord of King's Landing, was sitting next to Kiel, watching the scene closely.

"Can't we wait? It will only make sense if that former human demon kills him.

　Nuto had been ordered by the Lord Junerva to keep an eye on Lugis. He was ordered by the Lord Junerva to keep a close eye on Lugis and report back to him if he showed any treachery. If he kills the wizard general as he's supposed to, then all is well.

　But if he doesn't, Nute will have to handle it himself. If it hasn't been a demon for a long time, then Nuto, who is an offshoot of Junerva, is more than capable of fighting it.

　The eyes of a bird of prey stare at Lugis' every move. He seemed to be exchanging some words amidst the commotion, but the noise was too loud to hear.

　But the action was visible.

　Lugis raises his magic sword at Mastighios, and the tip of the blade points to the sky.

　The noise from the surrounding area grew louder, but there was no way it would reach the demon.

　Lugis simply swung his magic sword down at Mastighios.

　It's over.

　Nuto let out a sigh of relief. I don't know how it is with Junerva, but she seems to be obedient to Lovell's words for the time being.

　With another gulp, Nuto opens his mouth and throws the wine down his throat. The trouble was over, and he felt like he had one less thing to worry about.

　The next moment, a loud voice rose again from the execution site below. It was a different kind of noise, a mixture of joy and sorrow.

　Nuto and Kiel's eyes widened at the sight.

"What happened, what happened!

　Nuto opened his beak and let his voice burst out. "What happened?

　--The execution table and restraints had been destroyed, and the mastigios were still alive. And the surrounding demons who had been cut down by someone. And the demon Lugis, who had wet his magic sword.

　Nuto felt his blood boiling all over his body. It was now clear what had happened and who had done it.

　After all, that ex-human betrayed us. That's all I can think about. Nuto flew through the air, spreading his wings. He then made contact with Majin Rougis, grabbing him by the neck.

"Majin Rougis!　It seems that Junerva's fears were correct after all. Traitor!

　While the demons and humans around him were overwhelmed by his huge body, only Rougis glared at Nuto, who was his master in the sky. The demons, humans, and even the Mastighios didn't understand what had happened.

　The only one who knew what was in Lugis' heart was him.

I've already said there's nothing to betray. ...... What's with the bird head? Is there something wrong with you? You should be wearing a crown and be in a good mood.

I'm not a fan.　I'm not sure if you've seen it, but I've seen it.　It's not a betrayal to help him!

　Nuto spread his wings in a regal manner. It was a battle-ready stance for him, and his vicious claws were aimed at Lugis' neck, just in time.

　Rougis snickered as he rested his sword on his shoulder.

I'm just saying. I don't know what to think.　Why do I have to kill this man here?

　Strange. That's what Lugis said. Nute doesn't know what that means. But in his crimson eyes, there was no hint of guilt for betraying him, or that he had deceived him.

This man has conviction, pride, and will. Wonderful. I applaud him. That's as close to justice as you can get. He's the opposite of me, my enemy.

　Lugis clicks his shoulders a few times, and continues without a hint of nervousness.

"Then I'd hate to kill you right here. I'll do what I want, when I want. You're my enemy.

　No. Not good enough. Nute declares.

　Some mages speak only in absolutes and with sensitivity. This Majin is one of them.

　As Junerva said, the only thing you can follow is your own will. Nuto no longer made any attempt to speak.

　--I should break his neck before he gains more power.

　Nuto scraped the air with his huge claws with a racket that nearly crushed his ears. It looked as if a straight line had been drawn.



　It's an assault with absolute certainty, and not something that even a disasterous demon could take so easily.

Give me a break. I'm just a bad guy. Then I'm only going to be killed by someone who talks about justice.

　But in the middle of that moment, Nute heard Lugis say, tauntingly.

You're not righteous by any stretch of the imagination. You deserve a lowly scoundrel.

　Nuto's vicious claws gripped the flesh of Rougis' neck. Not a moment longer. All that's left is to tear the flesh.

　--There was a crunching sound. Flesh ripped open and blood splattered all over the place. Screams filled the air.

"You're not my enemy. Third-rate.

　An offshoot of the genie Junerva. Nuto, the lord of the capital, ironically ended up as a lump of flesh on the execution table. The demon sword was splattering his flesh and blood with a fearsome sound.