Chapter 291 – Chapter 291 ― Demon King of Misery (1)
Episode 291 ― The Demon King of Misery (1)
The emperor’s wedding was an unprecedentedly prosperous festival for the people of Evirgio, but to the nobles it was like a harbinger of a storm.
Due to a series of events before and after the wedding, the aristocratic family of Evirgio became noisy.
The aristocrats said that the sudden situation right before the wedding was strange.
The Emperor interrupted the ceremony, and the Grand Duke disappeared alone. The fiancée eventually became empress under the guidance of an older member of the family.
After that, the grand duke was nowhere to be seen.
The Southern Black Spirit is a huge and fertile land. There were many aristocrats who wanted to take advantage of the place.
The vassals who guard Swin Lake, the central city of the Southern Black Spirit, are busy.
At this turbulent time, even the chief secretary Rumbe, who could exert political power in Swin Lake next to the great lord, was recalled to the capital.
It wasn’t clear what it was, but people had a hunch that something disturbing was about to happen.
It was a step too late to notice the abnormality that occurred in this process.
It was because he was not a noble enough to be invited to the emperor’s wedding. He was known as a kinsman, but he was known as a little better than the rest.
So, when the Imperial Knights suddenly rushed in and called themselves to the capital, Naor belatedly panicked.
‘Couldn’t this guy be on the side of Eleanor now?’
As soon as the wedding was over, Roan suddenly asked for the location of Naor, and Grünent was bewildered.
She was embarrassed, but without losing her smile, she wrote down Naor’s address and handed it to the emperor while wearing a dress for going out.
Only the goddess and the devil knew why Roan was so impatient.
‘I have to drive it.’
The devil will know that the artifact is missing.
With Amelie’s advice, and most of all, Roan knew that because he had seen the devil’s vision.
Since the artifact is gone, it will no longer be possible to look around it, that is, inside the imperial castle.
If he also had ‘greed’ like he did in the memory of the last time when time went back, he would probably give advice about this case to Schlaner and the Grand Duke.
Like the goddess, there may be limits to what they can tell, or they may consume something like Roan consumes holy power to receive revelations.
But the important thing is that they can get advice and prepare.
So you should be faster than them.
“Your Majesty, I have brought the one you commanded.”
As a result, late at night on Roan’s wedding day, Naor was holding the groom who was supposed to enter the bridal chamber alone instead of the bride.
“Long live His Majesty the Iron-Blooded Emperor, seeing John An again like this…”
“Everyone leave, except for this one.”
Roan cut off his greeting and waved his hand.
The attendants and knights left without a word, as if they had heard the words in advance.
After confirming that there was no presence around the office, Roan spoke up.
“I am second.”
“Yes? What…”
Naor’s eyes widened at the sudden remark and narrowed like a cat’s.
His surprise was real.
Really he said that, he never thought anyone would hear it.
“… Nonsense.”
“You asked before. How many times How do you feel?”
“I must have had a hard time. But we are still far away.”
If he didn’t know the circumstances, Roan would have snorted or asked for details.
But Roan saw through the eyes of ‘greed’.
What the demon king was trying to do.
Roan’s gaze embracing complex emotions without my knowledge. Seeing those eyes, Naor’s expression turned grim.
“… Did you see something?”
“How hard you try… I saw it vaguely. Not all, though.”
Naor took on a dark complexion.
It was an expression of sadness and pain.
“Are you a virgin?”
Roan, who was about to answer, hesitated and corrected his answer.
“… That’s not all.”
Roan turned his gaze to the drinking glass on the table for a moment. He had told the attendants to leave it in advance.
“I called to ask you.”
“Is the attitude you’re asking for dragging people around like this?”
“Understand me. It’s right after a big deal.”
I twisted his face.
“Just because you married that crazy girl doesn’t mean I have to come all the way, right?”
“The Southern Dark Spirit has disappeared.”
“… !”
Naor jumped up.
“Did you kill him?”
“Then don’t tell me it’s gone.”
Roan pushed a glass at Naor and drank from the one in front of him.
“I was going to lock it up, but I missed it.”
“To imprison the high lord…”
Or, who continued to speak, shut his mouth.
He finally realized why Roan hadn’t come to him in person.
The high lord has disappeared.
Even at her daughter’s wedding.
A strange picture for anyone to see.
The aristocratic family would be a mess with confusing rumors. If the emperor himself goes somewhere without the empress, the rumors get even more twisted.
No matter how much the emperor doesn’t care much about rumors, even if it’s a demon society, it’s about trivial things like rumors among the people.
Aristocrats are mostly officials and are directly connected to politics. Even if you can ignore it, it’s true that things get annoying.
“The lords of the Southern Dark Spirit must have gone mad.”
“There is a minority opinion that the great lord is being ridiculously stubborn because he hates marrying her daughter, but since everyone knows how hard the southern dark spirit lord has been trying to get Erenia married, it’s not very persuasive.”
“How did you make them run away?”
“I called to ask you about that part. Why couldn’t you do that?”
“… Did you call to pry?”
He emptied the poisoned liquor at once, but there was no sign of drunkenness on Roan’s face. Roan seriously looked into Naor’s face.
“I need to exchange opinions with you. There are things I did and there are things you didn’t do, and there are things you know but I don’t.”
Naor gave a wary look.
His eyes narrowed as he gripped the glass, like those of a beast trying not to invade its territory.
“Didn’t I tell you before? I decided to stop doing this because it bothered me.”
“I just say it’s okay.”
At the sudden interruption of the woman’s voice, Naor frowned at her. And soon his face turned into shock.
She was the first great beauty I had ever seen.
But that wasn’t the part that surprised Naor.
No matter how much he abandoned the body of the demon king, Naor had most of Roan’s abilities, which were originally excellent. A presence that even he couldn’t feel.
And above all,
The voice was so familiar.
“… You, in the sword… Is that the black woman?”
“I told you not to call me by that name. It’s tacky.”
Fiora raised her eyebrows and sat down in her empty seat to pour her drink.
“My name is Fiora. Kiruina told you not to reveal her name, but… Kiruina is gone now, so she won’t matter.”
“Mother…”
For the first time, affection crossed Naor’s expression. Roan looked away from him. I guess that’s etiquette.
“This cup is for Kiruina.”
Fiora, who had raised her glass, emptied it.
And started nagging her.
“If you were going to run away like this, Kiruina would definitely not let you go. Yes, if you are not going to do it with your own hands anyway, at least reach out to someone in need.”
It’s called Mother’s Chance.
Naor’s expression, which hadn’t budged even at Fiora’s or Roan’s words, visibly disintegrated.
Roan also added.
“I think you also had a desire to know the answer. That’s why I must have been hovering around here and watching this place. I don’t know the answer either. But at least I know that the perspective broadens when a group of people share their thoughts rather than worrying alone.”
Nao tilted his glass without saying a word.
Fiora, dressed in light clothes, leaned back on the sofa in her office and looked at Roan.
It was just before that Roan suddenly summoned Fiora and hugged her silently.
What he confided in immediately after her was something she had trouble even thinking about.
‘I never thought it would be a story that would drag on for so long.’
Not even boring
More than anything, Fiora felt sorry for both of them.
Even the original Roan who ran away,
Today’s Roan is also suffering from being dragged into the body of a stranger.
This was not the history she and her goddess wished for.
So, all he can do is add a little bit of strength to the requests of those living now. Because it is those who live in the world now who have to bear the pain and the joy.
Naor hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth.
“At first, a man called the Hero came.”
Fiora’s mouth fell open.
Because he didn’t expect this rush.
Roan saw her expression and gave her a wry smile.
Whether she knew that hero, of course, she didn’t know the current Fiora yet, but what kind of expression would she have had if she knew that she was Anmut.
“He was a warrior sent by humans. He said he came to kill the demon king. That was the first time I realized that I was called the Demon King.”
The first time was when Yongcheol wasn’t in this world. It must have been before ‘greed’ realized Naor.
“He killed the knights of the imperial castle and killed all the small meetings. Before I could admire his skills, he tried to kill me. It was a tough fight.”
For all living beings, death is inevitable but difficult to accept.
The instinct of life is to struggle to live.
It would not have been easy to reflect on the moment of death. Roan could understand that feeling now. He could see why Na Or had tried to run away.
He’s only been through it once, but he doesn’t want to go through the same situation.
The fear given by instinct was bigger than I thought.
“I was stronger though. The hero was half dying.”
Roan’s expression changed strangely as he listened to Naor’s story. I thought it was the story of the game, but it’s a little different.
An important element of the game is the player.
Of course, no player wants the hero to lose to the demon king. Everyone levels up hard, collects items, and attacks women.
However, it seems that a hero without the player’s intervention cannot grow to that extent.
How natural is it?
There are no strategies, no community, no players here.
“And he was wearing a strange bracelet. I didn’t know what it was, but I knew that power flowed from it.”
It means that the hero, Anmut, had a relic of Wütz. Just like the story in the game.
The only difference is that the player did not dig up the artifact from the ruins and put it into the hero’s hand, but Schlaner handed it to the hero.
In terms of timing, it must have been the fall of the second year after the start of the game, that is, the time when the demon king was originally scheduled to die.
I couldn’t see all of Schlaner’s eyes, but it is true that the human king sent that ‘hero to defeat the demon king’. There must have been Schlaner behind him.
Schlaner wanted to kill all humans.
It was a demon that might have killed all humans in the war, but in an era where Roan didn’t touch it, it turned out that the demon’s army wasn’t as big as I thought.
So thought Schlaner.
He decided to kill the king of the demons and directly control the demons through the hero.
When the war is over and the humans let go of their guard, then they decide to catch and kill them all at once.
How do you know so much detail?
Because he consulted with ‘Greed’, and ‘Greed’ advised him that way. And Roan overheard it.
“So he took the bracelet away. It messed up, but it was possible. I swung my sword to destroy what was in his hand.”
“Me?”
Looking at Fiora, who was pointing at him, Nao spat out in disbelief.
The same energy in her voice would tell that she was inside her sword, but it was hard to believe that she was right in front of her too.
“Yeah, you. And suddenly it’s a mess.”
“Are you messed up?”
At Fiora’s question, she let out a sigh and tousled her hair.
“The devil almost came out.”
