Chapter 161 – Episode 161. And the Woman Becomes a Sword Again.
“Actually, the Demon King’s Army is a huge interest group. In fact, the different races belonging to the Human Union are influenced by human culture to some extent, but the demon army has no such thing, because each force has its own independent and closed tendency.”
“So, I’m going to boil those crazy bastards who slander and keep each other in check, to my liking, is this it?”
“Even the human union, which is united by a sense of bond and belonging, is not shedding blood because each person’s values and justice go against each other?”
It was not wrong.
These are the words of a monarch who has fled to avoid such confusion, so the words have no choice but to be more relatable.
“Of course, as the king, I can’t be an executive myself. I will stop at supporting and assisting the person who will become an executive.”
“Do you think I’m just right for that pants president?”
“If you have skills that make a name for yourself even in the shadows, you will be able to survive even if you join the Demon King’s army. Rather, I think it might suit your aptitude rather than going to the battlefield after receiving a request from the royal family.”
Falling into the shadows and complete evil should be considered separately, but that doesn’t mean that there are very few precedents in which mankind has joined the demon king’s army.
The only difference is whether that ideology pursues justice even by betraying mankind, or whether it aims to check other organizations of the Demon King’s Army from the standpoint of mankind.
“… It’s tempting, but it’s a bit of a proposition to rush into.”
The moment he expressed his skepticism while listening to the preface of the plan, he became angry! Cigarette smoke crackling and crackling.
After that, the sword that reflected the light between them began to straighten in front of his eyes.
The king’s knight Darkan.
One of the 10 strongest players on the continent and the fastest sword of mankind.
“You don’t have a choice. If you refuse the offer, he has no choice but to execute you on the spot.”
Naturally, Archen had no intention of letting someone who could degenerate into a rebellious element live.
He is the most useful word ever. If you can’t use it, it’s a matter of finding another alternative.
“Oh well, kill me if you’re going to kill me.”
Of course, Bardos did not place much value on his life.
The reason why he enjoys the thrill is because he can feel pleasure that cannot be satisfied with alcohol and women.
Conversely, jumping into a hopeless job where there is no time to feel the thrill is virtually nothing but a sense of despair.
“It’s a life without any regrets anyway, but wouldn’t it be strange to be blinded by the threat of taking one’s life?”
“…I always think about it, but you’re always calm.”
“You have to be calm. You’ve already done all the things you can’t do.”
It’s just to feel the pain that will be felt in the fate that has been decided for a little longer.
If that’s all that awaits me in my future, wouldn’t it be best to just cut my throat and end it right here?
“If you want to attract even such a country, come up with a plausible plan right here, Your Highness the King.”
Bardos leaned against the railing with the sword pointed at him like that.
Darkan pointed his sword at him and waited for the king’s instructions.
It’s just a regular cigarette. Unless it was a special tobacco containing the drug he made himself, there was virtually no chance of winning in a fight with the fastest sword.
Real, not pretentious.
He was willing to bite his tongue and be drowned in the sea, unless he was certain that he would accomplish his plan here.
“… Anyway, you should come out like that.”
That kind of pulpit is one of the reasons why I wanted to keep him by my side even though he was a wicked man.
Afterwards, when Arhen raised his hand, Dar Khan, who heard the instructions, withdrew the sword from him.
And Archen narrows the distance right away.
He showed no qualms about approaching the worst offender.
Even in a defenseless state without any other armament.
“Yes, Bardos. The situation you are in right now is the word of a loser.”
Archen speaks as if provoking, approaching right in front of him.
From the perspective of Bardos, it felt very repulsive.
Although he couldn’t defeat Darkan, he could easily rip off a person’s neck even without medicine.
“A defeated person cannot properly choose how he or she will live… If you have the heart to live, you have no choice but to servilely lean on those who hold power and authority, but if you don’t want to risk even that, accepting death calmly like now is the only right granted to the defeated.”
Nevertheless, Bardos tried to listen to what the man in front of him was saying.
Even if it’s a life faithful to instinct, it doesn’t mean that reason is completely excluded.
Through his experiences so far, he had already realized that the world was not so simple that it could only be driven by the logic of power.
“And, the place overflowing with those who seek opportunities while prolonging their lives, albeit shamefully, is the place called the Demon King’s Territory.”
And the real weapon your opponent has is ambition and determination, not a thin tongue.
And even with reckless plans, he maintains his composure without assuming failure.
“Because even parasitizing under the powerful being called the Demon King is possible only when you have the power to match it. That means that, in fact, even if only one cadre is created, a number of losers are created that are incomparable to him.”
Even if he had a venomous snake aiming at his neck, he would not lose his convictions until his fangs pierced his neck.
Even if the outcome of what would be in front of me was an obvious ruin, he was a man with the courage to go forth confidently for his convictions.
“Don’t you think that the demon king’s army would pay attention to someone who succeeds in leading such a loser to form an organization and reigns over it?”
A lot of people would say that such an unwavering appearance is crazy, but someone is.
For example, the man facing him at this moment will have this thought.
“… In short, tell me to fight and defeat the losers who couldn’t become executives, is this it?”
“If we create an arena where losers belonging to the Demon King’s Army compete for the sake of humanity, then those who understand externally will understand.”
A little bit to those who have such a clear purpose.
If you add the strength to achieve that purpose, maybe you can achieve something that no one ever thought of.
If you can reward something material or abstract like honor or satisfaction that arises in the process, wouldn’t that alone be worth serving him?
“Of course, even if those who gathered like that were losers, they would definitely be those who were aiming for executives. It won’t be easy to fight against them and win.”
It can be said that making people want to think like that is a qualification that a true monarch should possess.
Though his actions may be reckless, his plans are specific, and his attitude is firm and resolute.
Even so, the leisure that seems to teach you how trivial it is compared to the whole makes those who encounter it dream.
“If you’re afraid of fighting them, it doesn’t matter if you run away. I myself will send you to the bottom of this fortress.”
In addition, to the provocation that touches the ego.
Even as Bardos frowned at the obvious intention, he began to draw a cheerful smile on his lips.
“… You are making a cheap provocation.”
“It’s a provocation you can’t overlook. If you are proud of your strength even when you go to the dark side.”
Even the propensity to be stimulated only by the thrill of risking one’s life is something one could never have if one was not confident in one’s strength?
Archen accurately understands the psychology of Bardos, and he makes him an offer he cannot refuse.
In fact, at the point of restraining his body, this result was expected to the extent of being certain.
“…That’s good, I’ll hang out with you sometime.”
Yes, it would be pointless to look further than this.
Since it was Bardos who knew about Arhen in the first place, he did not feel any hesitation in accepting the offer.
“Once you make me the king of the losers with that great skill. If you just make a fight board, they will go wild.”
“Okay, I’ll do my best to look after you, so let’s go wild once.”
The moment when the negotiations between the wicked and the monarch who wants to step into evil are concluded.
Arhen, who was staring at Bardos as he leisurely smoked a cigarette and walked away, withdrew the smile he had kept in front of him and quietly turned his back from his seat.
“… Darkan.”
To face his loyal vassal who followed him to this limb.
“With this, I am going to walk through an irreversible river.”
I wanted to pursue only the uprightness that the person I loved taught me.
Ironically, the world was filled with too much chaos to live with just one definition.
I don’t even know who is good and who is bad.
Even his companion, whom he believed to be good, has now turned against him.
“Will a country like that follow?”
If you really want to maintain your original intention even if you are pushed as fast as you can.
Even if it turns into evil, shouldn’t we move forward without breaking our convictions?
“I will follow.”
Facing that tough attitude, Darkan answered without hesitation.
True loyalty as always.
That it was sincere was what Archen knew best.
Even though the beginning is to find a stimulus to improve an empty life, an opportunity is always trivial.
Now, she too is moved by the world that the man in front of her has changed.
The oath that was made with such a heart, even with the pleasure that filled the empty life, was not able to break down in the end.
“… It’s good that it’s the same.”
Archen feels the heart of such loyalists and comforts their shoulders.
Later, as he also left to prepare for her departure, Dar Khan, who was about to follow him, looked back while standing on her deck for the last time.
The forest where the warrior party left.
Their figures had already disappeared from sight, but what remained was clearly present where they left.
“… Dave.”
See even now
Just by calling his name at this moment, isn’t the throbbing feeling in the corner of my heart proving it?
“Please come back safely.”
Although he chose a dream rather than love, he hopes that one day he will come to know that the two are compatible.
After such heartfelt greetings, the woman who had hoped to be embraced by a man prepared to become a sword again and be placed in the hands of her lord.
***
That way.
Around the time when the head of the Human Union was making grand plans to take advantage of the rebellion.
“This is it. This time, the place where the candidates to be newly recruited as executives of the Demon King’s Army are located.”
Hill at night.
A place imprisoned in eternal darkness, built so that the sun never rises at any time.
The vampire, who found a village built in the most suitable place to avoid the public eye, began to look up at the sky while inserting the staff in his hand into the ground.
“No matter how much time and space is twisted by the power of the Demon King, it is a truly amazing place. Aside from the fact that the sun never rises, it is a place where the moon does not skip every moment.”
Silk hat and tuxedo. And even a monocle that overlaps the left eye.
Standing on a moonlit hill with such a figure, the word “Gentleman of the night” Could not help but be appropriate.
“…Keuhmm, Swark. Was there a place you didn’t know about within the Demon King’s Territory?”
A half-human, half-beast man with the lower body of a horse and black skin follows him.
Facing him, a race commonly called a centaur, the Vampire Srak smiled vaguely and flipped the silk hat on his head.
“Haha, Mr. Bicorn. Although I’m a key executive in the Demon King’s army, I don’t know everything. In the first place, as the place where the Demon Lord’s power reaches changes every moment, there are not a few cases where the topography of the original place changes.”
The place called the hill at night was formed in that way.
This place, where the sun did not rise due to the warped time and space, was a difficult place to the extent that one had to be prepared to be lost forever if one went the wrong way.
To the point where even a swark who is good at finding directions doubts whether he has reached his destination.
“If you’re like that, it must be so. Kheum.”
Bicon coughed in response to the words of such a srak.
Sraq, who found this behavior strange, raised his monocle and asked back.
“By the way, Mr. Bicorn, why do you keep coughing like that?”
“…Because it smells disgusting after stepping into this place.”
“A disgusting smell?”
“Yes, from the moment I came here, the smell of dirty virgins filled the air… Kuhm.”
Bicon coughed and wrinkled his face in displeasure.
Shrark, who had been staring blankly at it, smiled and began to adjust his silk hat.
“Aha, come to think of it, Mr. Bicorn was a person who hated chastity.”
Centaurs are a race with completely different upper and lower body appearances.
That’s why the concept of chastity tends to be more distorted than other races, but in the case of bicorns, as their name suggests, they had unusual tastes different from others.
Did they say that the reason living creatures live is copulation, and that a woman who has never had copulation is an affair that has lost the instinct of a creature?
“Well, since taste is an area of respect, I won’t say anything… Anyway, seeing Mr. Bicorn say that, it seems like we’ve come to the right place.”
“What? Were we here to find a virgin?”
“I’m here to find candidates for executive positions.”
A thud, the thraq didn’t think it was a big deal.
After that, he crossed the hill and began to open his eyes slowly, staring at the light engraved in my eyes.
“It’s strange that witches captured by witch hunters remain innocent. Wouldn’t it be clear that the surviving witches are still here?”
A witch hunt that took place in the human realm 20 years ago.
If you are the head of the ‘Witch Society’, which was created by gathering those who survived from the scene of madness, isn’t it enough talent to fill the cadre of the Demon King’s Army?
