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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Wjin
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In the demon-adjacent regions of the Saint Empire, the sudden demonic invasion had turned the residents of the frontline villages into refugees.
A procession of carriages, dispatched from the Empire, moved slowly through the ravaged villages. In the last carriage, there was a green-armored knight.
“Aria, are you sure?”
“…Yes. I’m sure.”
A silver-haired woman answered his question. The passengers in this carriage were none other than the cadets of Clarice.
“Lev… he’s alive. It’s overflowing with dark, black magic… it seems like a demon territory.”
“…Yes, yes, Lev wouldn’t just disappear without a word…”
The assassination of the headmaster. And his true identity. The disappearance of Lev Denec. After that, it was a time of chaos.
The peaceful noon was shattered by a massive demonic invasion. At that point, Aria had felt it. Her surveillance magic on Lev had been completely severed. But now was different.
‘This is no time for tears.’
The interference of the black magic made it impossible to see exactly what he was doing… but one thing was certain: he was alive. Probably near the corrupted sanctuary, in Pandemonium.
A sense of dread, a fear etched into Aria’s mind, reawakened.
Shudder…
The same chilling sensation she had felt when she encountered Andras and Marchosias.
“It’s okay, Aria. It’ll be okay.”
“Thank you, Psyche.”
The platinum-blonde woman, Saint Psyche, gently held Aria’s hand, and her trembling subsided. Saint Psyche was accompanying Edwin’s party.
And they were… with the sole purpose of rescuing Lev, planning to break away from the Imperial Knights and enter Pandemonium.
Rumble
Rumble…
Just then, the ground began to shake.
“Everyone, halt…!”
-Stop.
At the Knight Commander’s command, the procession began to slow down, but…
RUMBLE—!!!
“?!”
…the rumbling grew louder.
KRAAAL!!
KRAAAL!!
And black shadows began to cover the Knight’s banner.
KERRRRR!!!!
-Neigh!
-Neigh!
The procession descended into chaos in an instant.
“Monster attack! Everyone, to arms!!”
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Supporting Actor Quest. And anonymous feedback.
The author’s ploy. He could possess me and mercilessly torment me with his absurdly powerful authority. It was one of his biased developments, trying to overturn the results every time I overcame a trial.
How… how…
The self-proclaimed Demon Lord could only utter these pathetic syllables, looking at me.
“What do you mean, how? I told you I’d kill you first when I got back, didn’t I?”
!!
I said in a monotonous tone, and then, with my right hand, I ripped out his big toe.
Rip!
Aaaaagh!!!
“Hmm…”
You crazy… crazy bastard!!
“Shut up.”
I ripped out the two toes next to his big toe at the same time.
Rip!!! Rip!!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh!!!
Perhaps because of his withered body, or because of my cheat’s ability, I didn’t have to use much strength. A foul stench emanated from the black blood gushing out. I explained briefly for his sake.
“I took all your power. So, the tables have turned, haven’t they?”
……???
Instead of answering, he just looked back and forth between the empty space and me, vomiting blood.
“Answer.”
He seemed to have no energy left after granting me all the cheat’s power. I had no choice. Reluctantly, I ripped out all his toes.
Rip! Rip! Rip!
Kuh, kuhhh! Aaaagh!!!
“Ding. Demon Lord Quest started.”
…Wh-What… kind of nonsense are you talking about…
“Try to escape from Lev Denec.”
With those words, I used [Black Dragon’s Trajectory] to inject black magic into him.
Vwoom!
Kuh-huh. Hah!
The dying man’s body twitched like a fish on a cutting board.
Hah… huh!
A faint glimmer of life returned to his face. And as he regained the vitality of an old man from a living corpse, I smiled and commanded,
“Get lost.”
Huh…?
“I’m giving you a chance. You gave me time to escape, didn’t you?”
In his half-formed eyes, a mixture of hope and fear flickered. A demon, the king of demons, Satan, feeling hope… How pathetic.
But the author’s, the developer’s, patheticness, in what he had done to me so far, was even greater.
…!
Limp… limp…
And so, he ran out without a word, limping heavily because of his severed toes.
“…”
I had a reason for letting him go so easily. It was a kind of insurance against that troublesome demonic technique, the Soul Well. And the Demon Lord might have had one last trick up his sleeve.
“He has two options.”
One, to tattle to his subordinate Archdemons. The other, to hunt humans and harvest their fear to regain some of his power. But in his current state, the former was more likely.
“There’s one suitable candidate…”
Then, according to the setting, I had no choice but to connect him to the specialist in Demon Lord slaying.
I opened the cheat’s coordinate movement status window and muttered, “I hope they meet well.”
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Limp. Limp.
The Demon Lord, Satan, ran and ran.
Huk! Huk!
If another Archdemon saw his weak state, it would be enough to trigger a rebellion.
That damn reader! What did he do!
He didn’t know how he had managed to control the abilities he, the creator, had given him, beyond all control. But now was not the time to worry about that.
Kuh! Kuh-huh-huh!
He also had a trump card. He was the Demon Lord, after all.
Even if he was cut down by a hero, stabbed by a holy sword, his heart pierced a million times… as long as he wasn’t sealed, his soul would not be extinguished. He would just leave his body behind and be reborn after some time.
Then, Lev Denec’s ability would… surely also be extinguished. And the way to shorten this resurrection period was… to use other Archdemons as sacrifices.
Wh-What is this…!
Unfortunately, this place was hell. Not just a reference to hell, but a literal hell.
Drip… drip…
The Demon Lord’s castle had become a living hell. A mountain of corpses – monsters, demons, magical beasts – and a river of black blood… a gruesome sight greeted him.
Lev Denec…!!!!
As the Demon Lord gritted his teeth, thinking of that crazy demon…
“Great… Demon Lord?”
!!
A chilling, slithering voice. A nuance of concern and worship.
…?!
It was a demon in the form of a girl with sky-blue hair, unusual for a demon.
“Are you alright?”
Normally, due to his status as the Demon Lord, he wouldn’t even look at demons who weren’t in the Archdemon hierarchy, but now was different. The Demon Lord knew this child well.
Yellody Latasia.
Grind…
The bitch who had hidden among humans while he was sealed and assisted Kaelan. Satan gritted his teeth, thinking he would chew her to death.
‘Hmm? No, wait…’
Come to think of it, at this point, she wouldn’t have expected that Kaelan would harm the Demon Lord in the future. And hadn’t she also been used by Kaelan?
A crisis was an opportunity.
‘If I use her well…?’
This child even had a feeling close to that of an Archdemon. If she could help him recover some of his power, just as she had helped Kaelan?
He could definitely create a variable in the current situation. The Demon Lord suppressed the urge to drool and…
I’ve shown you a terrible sight.
…secretly smiled. A situation where he could absorb this bitch whole if he played his cards right. He seduced her with a soft voice, like a demon’s whisper.
Yellody Latasia, I command you. Become my direct subordinate.
At those words, Yellody, after a slight delay, answered.
“The Demon Lord’s… subordinate…?!”
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What kind of crazy person would willingly enter a demon’s lair?
Historically, the existence known as the Hero had done just that. A being who explored the darkest places in the world and slayed the Demon Lord. And a boy who dreamed of becoming this hero.
“Edwin Gwynne…”
“Stay calm! Form ranks!!!”
“Aaaagh!”
“Th-There are too many of them!!”
Amidst the chaos of the demonic attack, he was stroking the scabbard of the silver sword he had received from Professor Cynatis.
‘I can do it.’
It was Lev Denec who had seen through the Archdemon Belial, who had been disguised as the headmaster, and had given him instructions for what would happen after. His disappearance was not a coincidence, but inevitable.
There will be those who target Yeriel and Aria. They’ll be demons, of course…
Most of all, it was a request Rev had entrusted to him, of all people. So he had to get a grip. He couldn’t just watch his comrades fall into darkness anymore.
Swoosh.
The moment Edwin drew his sword…
BOOM!
“Neigh!”
Suddenly, a black lightning bolt struck in front of Edwin’s carriage.
“Ugh!”
‘What?!’
Swoosh!
As a thick black fog rolled in…
Shaaa!
Edwin instinctively unleashed his divine power.
“Is everyone okay?!”
“Y-Yes!”
“We’re okay!”
As some of the fog cleared, they could barely make out the situation in front.
“Halt, human.”
A jet-black spear, and pure white feathers scattered among black wings.
“!”
“If you do not offer the two women, you will be judged.”
A being who should not have been encountered in such a place. It was the advent of the fallen angel, Lucifer.
“!!”
And that wasn’t all. Next to him…
“Keeheehee…!”
Tattered wings with irregular patterns, a spider-like human… a figure Edwin could never forget.
“I finally found you…”
The Archdemon who had taken everything from him and turned what should have been a happy day into the worst. Baal was exuding his presence.
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