The strange sounding words tapped everyone's earlobes.
　Everyone looked at the voice in unison.

　There was a boy.

This is a song written by a swordsman who made a living slaying monsters.

　He sat in an unfamiliar shape of magic circle floating in the air, looking down at us with a thin smile.

　Why hadn't anyone noticed it?
　The more I thought so, the more abruptly the figure appeared there.

　The boy's mouth spun words that made sense, not the strange language he had just spoken.

'Beware of visitors at dusk. A being in the form of a child might suddenly turn on his fangs and clothe himself in demon fire...that's what I mean. He was a cowardly man, but he had a point in what he was saying. It's hard to distinguish between people and non-humans at dusk. Because of this evening haze, you didn't notice it right away either, did you?　And that all of these figures are my shikigami.

　Zormnem quietly drew his own treasure sword.
　A swordsman's opponent. His instincts as a warrior tell him so.

　The boy's smile deepened as he wondered how he caught this one's wariness.

''It's easy to tell when you see it up close. Unlike beasts, people are sensitive to the shape of a person's face and gestures. A human shikigami will inevitably look uncomfortable. Surgeons with an excellent sense of modeling can create them well, but I'm not very good at it. But, as a demon tribe, you don't know much about the human face, do you?

　The boy continues to talk, somewhat happily.

'Ah, but the big one there. The one you were fighting is the only real one. Isn't he strong, that boy?

　How should we go about this?
　Is it sword or magic?
　What are our weaknesses, what depths do we have in reserve?

　Information is important. Knowing your enemy gives you an edge in every battle.
　Zormunem was well aware of how useful his own status appraisal was when facing an opponent he had never seen before.

　Zormunem looks at the boy (...)--------.

''Hm ... I understand. That seems to be a solid one. It's also ... unusual.

　Mdelev says and walks out to the boy.
　A look of delight is on his face, as if he is excited about a foe strong enough to face him for the first time in his life as a warrior.

You can't wish for a better opponent. Now, let's compare forces........

　His face flew.

　The warrior's stern head rolled on the stone pavement with some blood splatter.
　The expression of joy is still stuck on its face.
　A little later, a red-copper-colored behemoth that had lost its head slowly collapsed to the ground.

　Suddenly, everyone froze in place.

''Oh, he died.''

　In that situation.
　Only the boy mumbles as if he is out of sync.

　Before I know it, he is holding a small knife and a spell charm in the shape of a human being in his hand.
　However, the spellbook does not have a head.
　Is that the piece of paper that has just fluttered to the ground?

''Your resistance to spells is too low. The head of the bandit I once saw was bleeding from the neck when he was hit by this, but he still came at me.

　The boy looks down at the corpse of the demon (ogre) with a gaze that seems to be directed at the insignificant one.

　Mdelev is dead in a heartbeat.
　The most powerful warrior of the ogre tribe could not even raise his club. Before you even know what was done to you.

''Munya....dead....''

　When I looked back at the hint of total hair-raising power, I saw Pirislaria looking into the evil eye on her forehead.
　Its color had changed to the most eerie red I had ever seen, and it was glowing.
　Perhaps this is the first time she has shown her companions her full strength as well.

　But----no.
　Zormnem can't help but speak up.

''Don't........''

Wow.

　The boy only mutters in an amused manner.
　His figure does not turn to stone, nor does he seem to suffer.

An evil eye. That's a triangle of eyes. It seems more powerful than the evil eye of a human being. Let's see if you can't compete with this one.

　A spell floating in the air.
　Just as the landscape around it seemed to distort - - a huge white snake, so close to the worm, suddenly appeared.
　Both of its eyes were crushed. Clearly, it did not reflect light.

　A strange summoning technique. Was that a monster that was contracted? But that kind of species had never been told.

　The white serpent pointed its snout heavily at Pirithlaria.

''Ha........!　Ka.........ha.......ha!

　The floating Pyrislaria suddenly began to suffer.
　Her eyes, which had always been in a daze, widened to their limits, and her third eye kept turning in a different direction. Your hands are holding your chest, and only a scratchy gasp is spilling out of your mouth.

　Eventually - the levitating gravity magic disappeared and Pirislaria fell to the ground.
　The three-eyed (tri-eyed) sorcerer, lying with his three eyes open, was already out of it.

''How do you like the evil eye so powerful that it can stop even the sound of the heart?

　The boy muttered with a thin smile.

　Evil eye, he said.
　Impossible.
　That giant snake is indeed crushed in both eyes.

'Did you know that?　There is a snake that has a third eye. It's a variation of an old pit viper called a white snake. It can see infrared light right near its nose. Do you know what infrared radiation is? It's the heat-carrying light on the outside of the red side of the rainbow. Well, it's just a literal translation of an ancient Greek word.

　Zolmnem can't understand what the boy is saying.
　Is it the knowledge of natural history that he is talking about? But I've never heard of a monster called Hakuda or a country called ancient Greece.

　At that moment, the white serpent pulled its head back with a swift motion.
　The next moment, a long-bodied worm appeared from the ground, splitting the cobblestones and emerging from the ground. It was the meade used by Lo Ni.
　After failing to bite the serpent's head, the meade flips its jaws up in the air and attacks the boy's monster again.
　However, as soon as the serpent pointed its nose at him, his body went rigid. It falls to the ground and begins to convulse.

　But Meade had served his purpose.

　Hidden by the huge body of the worm and the dust, Lo Ni was getting close to the white serpent.
　Lo Ni's eyes are pure and innocent, and she conveys words of goodwill to the swift monster.

''Let's be friends with me!

　Lo Ni always accompanied the monsters like this, just by calling out to them.
　Even if it was a ferocious wild monster or a monster that others had already tamed.
　It wasn't a skill, it was a natural talent Ro Ni possessed, backed by the [skill] of a beast master.

　But----no. It's no good.
　Zormunem mutters in a snatched voice.

''Don't........''

　The white serpent turns its head to Lo Ni, looking somewhat curious.

　And the next moment.

　With its wide open jaws, it swallowed the rabbit boy in one gulp.

''Nah........''

　Nearby, there was a hint of Gal Ganis gasping for breath.

　The serpent swallowed Lo Ni and began to glare at and kill the shadow wolves that came out of the shadows next. The pack of wolves that were angry at being eaten by their masters also fell one by one to the invisible evil eye.

''Yeah, what did you want to do...?''

　The boy just muttered in confusion.

'Oh I wonder if he was trying to tame me?　Haha, that's absurd for a demon that has been changed by a grudge against a person.

　The boy says, as if he were laughing out loud.

　Usagi, who was a natural trainer (tamer), died without being able to do anything.
　He was unable to let his enemies know of his incredible talent.

　But - how could the boy follow a monster that even Ro Ni could not tame?

　Nothing is unusual.
　Everything.

　I had known that from the beginning.
　It was a mistake to challenge it.

　Mdelev, the most famous warrior of the Ogre race, would have been.
　If it is Pirislaria, the wielder of the deviant evil eye.
　Or Ro Ni, a gifted trainer (tamer).

　I was wrong to think, even briefly, that he might win.
　I was wrong about that monster.

"Mr. Sol, I'll give you an opening. In the meantime....
No.

　Zormnem says.
　'Only the last remaining Gal Ganis must be brought back alive.

'Run. You must run.
Hey, come here!
"You must survive. Live to tell your fellow man.
Sol....

　Gal Ganis trailed off.
　Maybe he noticed.
　The trembling of his sword.

　From the beginning, Zolmnem had seen it all.
　Everything about the boy.


[Name] Seika Lamploog (So_259C ▓So_259A Haruka) [Lv] MAX
[Race] Human / God and Demon (Demon King) [Occupation] So_259E▒▒▓So_2507E
[HP] 6527/6527
[MP] 843502364/843502705
Strength] 391 [Endurance] 254 [Agility] 347 [Magic] 0
[Skills]
　　So So_2597A Holy shit!　So_2597A(喜門 Fugue) LV MAX-- -- .............


　Nope.
　What did this really mean that he was able to see?
　Zormunem doesn't know.

　Why is he able to use magic despite the fact that his 【Magic Power】 is zero?
　What consumed the vast number of orders of magnitude of 【MP】 that are slightly decreasing?
　What are the indecipherable 【job titles】 and countless 【skills】?

　Zormunem knew that there were numbers that were still unobservable at his current skill level.
　But----is this really the kind of thing that it is?
　This is too unusual. This kind of 'status' has never been seen before.

　But one thing is........clear.


【Race】Human / Divine Demon (Demon King)


That's the Demon King.
What are you... what are you talking about...


I know. You guys are here to slay the heroes, right?

　The boy tells him with a wan smile.

'But alas. I can't kill Amu.'

　It was a foreseeable possibility.
　Since they were here, dressed in the school's uniform, and trying to avenge themselves, there was no other way to think about it.
　But.....

''I'm the one protecting them, you know.

　The pronouncement was so desperate.
　With a voice that was almost snatched away, Zormunem desperately conveyed his last words to Gal Ganis.

''It was born, the Demon King........and in the worst possible way.......''
What are you talking about, Mr. Sol!　Please calm down!
Just listen to me. You must flee right now. If you're skilled in transmigration magic, you may be able to escape and bring this fact back to the demon territory.
The fact is...
Listen, Ganis the boy is the Dark Lord.

　Zormunem goes on to say
　For every demon race, it's impossible to accept this hopeless fact...



Are you guys done?

　The boy mutters in boredom.
　Looking down into those cold black eyes, Zormunem holds his sword hard in his trembling hand.

'Go. I'll buy you some time.'
I can't do it. Mr. Sol, you're going to...
There is no escape for the two of you. Don't waste my ... everyone's resolve.
.........

So... I guess I'll just be dead in a minute.

　Before they knew it........a spell was floating just ahead of them.
　It was easy to imagine that it would create a lethal magic for the two of them.
　Zormnem let out a final cry.

'Go quickly, Ganis!

　At the same time as shouting, Zormunem points the cutting edge of his treasure sword at the boy and spins magic.
　It's a profound sense of light attribute magic that emits layers of bundled, high heat light.
　Zormunem was well versed in the magic of light to the extent that he was able to invoke this completely without chanting.

　A dazzling white light, the origin of the magic, danced on the tip of the treasure sword.

　That moment.

　His entire field of vision was covered in scorching scarlet, and Zormunem's consciousness disappeared.