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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: selkie
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Rebecca, the demon warrior.
With violet hair and a face adorned with small freckles,
she possessed an unremarkable appearance—
not quite ugly, but certainly not beautiful either.
However, despite this ordinary look, Rebecca had recently been contemplating that she was truly born under an unlucky star.
As a warrior recognized for her exceptional skills, Rebecca was assigned to the regular army of the demon race.
However, when she checked the unit she was assigned to with high hopes, a single sentence automatically came to mind.
‘This is bad…’
The commander of the unit she belonged to was not the famous demon generals like Samson or Saul that she had hoped for.
Instead, it was the human hero, Elron Savior.
Originally part of a hero party aiming to assassinate the Demon King, he had succumbed to the overwhelming power of the Demon King and became one of her subordinates.
Rebecca was one of the soldiers drafted as a subordinate to such a hero in this war, and on top of that, she had received orders to work as the only aide among her 100 comrades.
He was not a reliable commander; rather, he was someone who might very well have a dragon coiled up inside him.
According to rumors, he possessed considerable combat power but was also said to be quite ambitious regarding his achievements. There were stories circulating that, depending on the situation, he might even massacre all his subordinates to achieve his goals.
The fact that someone she could not trust at all became her superior… and that she had to serve as an aide to such a person right next to her,
made Rebecca automatically think of lamenting words in her mind.
‘I haven’t really done anything wrong… How did my life end up so tragically?’
She had a superior of a different race, and the rumors surrounding him were not exactly flattering.
Moreover, he had just been appointed as the vanguard commander through a meeting yesterday, a position that was both the most honorable and the most perilous.
As a result, Rebecca found herself at the very front line, facing an utterly untrustworthy commander.
In this terrible situation, she had resolved to accept her fate, half resigned since the moment they began their advance…
Ultimately, at this very moment, she was naturally thinking that she would die with 100% certainty.
Before her eyes, countless arrows rained down like a storm.
As she watched the deadly downpour falling from the sky, Rebecca began to think that this place would surely be her grave.
‘This is definitely… a situation where I can say ‘fxck.’’
Feeling a deep sigh at the fact that she hadn’t even swung her sword before collapsing, Rebecca wore an expression that seemed to accept her impending death.
However…
“Everyone, lower your heads.”
“?”
The calm voice of the hero suddenly echoed out.
In response, Rebecca and her comrades felt a sense of doubt about what difference it would make but followed the command and lowered their heads.
Immediately after… – Thud!
“!”
A sudden flash of black light from a sword.
Even while looking away with their heads down, the intense black light was so powerful that it shocked Rebecca and her comrades.
And just after that…
As the black flash disappeared, when they raised their heads, they saw the hero standing there, having erased all the countless arrows that had been flying just moments before.
Displaying combat power beyond their imagination, the hero continued to advance forward as if nothing had happened.
At that moment, when Rebecca and the others were feeling confusion and surprise,
“!”
“Damn, is this magic this time?”
The enemy’s attack came rushing toward them again.
Seeing a magical attack with power greater than the previous rain of arrows flying their way,
Rebecca and her comrades began to envision their imminent death.
However…
“!”
“H-Hero!?”
In the next moment, they saw the hero lightly leap toward the incoming magic.
A deep sense of shock filled Rebecca’s face.
For a moment, she even thought that the hero might be trying to commit suicide.
But then, in the following situation,
the hero swung his sword toward the pouring storm of magic as if to mock their predictions.
Then… – Boom!!!
A loud explosion echoed out.
The tremendous wave of magical energy emanating from the hero’s sword completely erased the magical attacks that were falling toward them.
“W-What is this…?”
“I knew he was strong, but I never expected it to be to this extent…”
Rebecca and the soldiers wore blank expressions at the hero’s shockingly powerful strike.
At that moment, as they witnessed this, the hero spoke in an extraordinarily calm voice, as if nothing had happened.
“What are you standing there dazed for? Hurry and advance. We can’t keep the rear unit waiting.”
“Y-Yes? Ah… Y-Yes!”
The soldiers, who had been wearing blank expressions at the hero’s firm command, began to march forward again.
They recognized that now, thanks to the hero’s performance, the enemy’s attacks had diminished, making it the perfect opportunity.
Thus, the demon race felt unusually light as they moved forward with all their strength alongside the hero toward Antioch.
Meanwhile, as she moved with her comrades, Rebecca suddenly began to realize something.
‘Could it be… that the hero just protected us?’
The hero had effortlessly swept away an overwhelming barrage aimed at them with just a swing of his sword.
Someone with such power didn’t seem likely to be in danger from mere arrows or magic.
If he used defensive magic or evasion techniques, he could surely disregard such attacks easily.
However…
Despite this, he chose to swing his sword and erase those countless attacks that were flying toward Rebecca and her comrades with immense power.
Although she did not know the total extent of the hero’s strength, it was evident that the force behind that recent strike was extraordinary.
If aimed correctly, he might even be able to blow open a castle gate.
But he…
The hero, who was of human origin, used this power not to achieve glorious feats but to protect them, the demon soldiers who had become his subordinates.
As Rebecca realized this, she began to think that her previous assessment of the hero might have been wrong.
‘Perhaps… he might be a better person than I thought…’
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A figure charging toward them.
The sight of the “Demon King,” clad in black armor and wielding a great sword, began to demoralize the Antioch soldiers.
“The… Demon King…”
“That monster is here…”
“W-We’re finished. There’s no way we can defeat the Demon King who easily took down even the hero!”
The soldiers, overwhelmed by despair, expressed their hopelessness without restraint.
Seeing their state, General Parisecht himself began to be gripped by a heavy fear.
“The Demon King… of all times, the strongest enemy of the Allied Races has appeared before us? Damn it… why does such misfortune have to happen to me?”
If it were any other enemy, he might have felt differently, but even Parisecht could not help but feel despair at the appearance of the Demon King.
Even the Empire’s third general, who could unleash legion-level power alone, knew that a one-on-one confrontation was futile against such a supreme monster.
He had heard that only the hero could stand against such a being in a one-on-one fight, but that hero had long since departed to the other world at the hands of the Demon King.
The mere fact that such an existence was charging toward him with weapons raised was terrifying in itself…
Nevertheless, Parisecht struggled to regain his composure and shouted urgently,
“What are you doing!? Shoot! Keep attacking until that bastard falls!”
Swallowing his fear with great effort, his voice rang out as if it would tear his throat.
The soldiers desperately tried to grasp their bows and magic staffs once more.
However…
“Ugh… ugh…”
At that moment, they found themselves unable to use their weapons normally.
The overwhelming fear gripping their hearts made them feel that no matter how hard they attacked, it would be futile against the Demon King.
Simultaneously, the approaching ‘death’ filled them with dread.
This feeling stirred a desire within them to turn back and flee immediately.
Seeing the soldiers frozen in extreme despair, General Parisecht concluded that he had no choice but to resort to extreme measures.
It was…
“Gahhh!!!”
“Eek!”
“Huh!”
In the next moment, one soldier’s head was severed by the sword swung by General Parisecht.
The sight of a comrade bleeding out and dying beside them enveloped the soldiers in shock, as if cold water had been thrown over them.
To this, General Parisecht spoke in a cold voice,
“If we retreat from here, we will all die in an even more horrific manner. Now, choose. Will you die by my hand here, or will you fight for justice in the name of the Allied Races until the end?”
With his blood-stained appearance, Parisecht shouted resolutely.
Faced with this action, the confused soldiers had no choice but to forcibly regain their composure.
“We… we have to stop the enemies!”
“We have nowhere to retreat!”
“I’m sorry, but it’s too late.”
“!?”
“Huh!”
A sudden cold voice echoed out.
At this, the faces of Parisecht and the soldiers began to pale with fear.
Standing among them was a figure clad in black armor and wielding a black great sword—the embodiment of terror…
The Demon King was there.
General Parisecht