Chapter 163 – Chapter 163. This Witch Is Highly Rated by the Bicorn (1)
Bicorn.
The current head of the Centaur clan, and in recognition of such a position, he was elected as an executive officer of the Demon King’s Army.
The reason why Srak chose him as a companion was not only because he had a neutral position that did not hostile to other forces in the Demon King’s army.
Even among the centaurs with exceptional stamina, he was a being with outstanding endurance to the point of being unrivaled.
Its combat endurance lasted from the beginning to the end of the war, a state that was evaluated as virtually infinite.
That is, even if a battle inevitably breaks out at the destination, I can sort things out without using my hands.
“My instincts speak.”
The best warrior in the Demon King’s Army, who was so highly regarded, spoke with unexpected admiration toward the president of the Witch Council at this moment.
“The beautiful woman in front of me is a wonderful non-virgin.”
“… Bicorn.”
“Thousands of experience factors estimated…Or more!! I thought it would be difficult to find that level unless it was a succubus, but I never imagined it would exist among the Humans!”
“I understand, but can you shut up for now?”
Thrach is troubled by Bicorn’s words.
For some reason, the virgin hater had no hostility towards the head of the witches, but the words that came out of his mouth were not strange, considering it an insult, unless he was a succubus.
“How dare you insult the president!”
See even now
Aren’t the witches hiding in the darkness taking the bicorn’s words as an insult and showing the momentum to shoot the vines right away?
“President! Give me orders! I’m going to execute that damn horse head!”
“Shut up you filthy virgins! How dare you pour cold water on me appreciating my ideal type!!”
“What is that beast saying!”
A bicorn that gnaws its teeth furiously while making a cry unique to the Centaurs.
It was looking very bad from the point of view of the srak.
Although he had battle in mind, and Bicorn himself seemed to have no hesitation in fighting witches, it was Bicorn who provoked them by saying useless things in a situation that could be resolved through conversation.
“Ha, this is true. I never thought things would turn out like this.”
Thrach clicking his tongue and snapping his fingers.
At that moment, a curtain of blood welled up from the ground and began to surround the bicorn’s body.
Hematology. A type of secret art passed down to the vampire clan.
It was a spell that used his own blood as a price, but Srak didn’t take it lightly.
If there is not enough blood, it’s a problem to supply it from outside, and if you want to suppress the same executive level, you shouldn’t save resources.
“…Srark, what are you doing?”
“Bicorn, what did we come here for?”
“Hmm, did you say you came to kill the virgins?”
“I said that I came to recruit new officers for the Demon King’s army. It has been confirmed that he is a suitable candidate for the nomination, so please do not complicate the story and stay calm.”
“Keuuh, it was nice to meet my ideal type.”
“Please bear with me for blocking the disgusting smell.”
Fortunately, the bicorn is not showing signs of rampage.
As if the head of the witches had succeeded in calming them down, the atmosphere was even more subdued.
“Excuse me for this. I never thought the party I brought with me just in case would be so rude…”
Slark once again bowed his head to the head of the Witch Council and apologized politely.
But is there something that cannot be overlooked?
“… Though.”
He lifted her head, lifted the silk hat on her head, and began examining her closely.
“I am also a little concerned. It is said that Bicon has a bit of an eccentric side, but he is serious about everything, so he is not a person who talks nonsense.”
“…”
“… Alas, please do not misunderstand. Just a little… Just a little bit because I care about what you went through before you came here, not with any malice.”
Yes, all witches are bound to have a tragic past.
For a surak who wants to appease them, interest in the past has no choice but to grow.
“Have you ever suffered anything bad from humans in the past?”
It can be said that the greater the hatred they have for mankind, the more reasons they have to join hands with them.
“… I’m sorry, but I don’t think you’re in a situation where you can have that kind of chat right now.”
In spite of such hopes from Srak, the head of the witches still took the attitude of keeping a distance.
“As you might have guessed, we witches don’t take outsiders very well. I know you aren’t hostile, but I hope you’ll understand my inability to have a deep, private conversation.”
He tried to keep his cool, but those around him were not at all like that.
Having been betrayed by the same humans, and seeing witches like himself die in droves.
There was no way I could have a good impression that they were demons of worse quality than those humans.
“… Yes, it is. I was betrayed by people I trusted, so I have to forgive you for that much.”
Reluctantly accepting the attitude, Thrach raised his glasses and smiled kindly.
“Still, since you didn’t attack right away, you seem to be willing to have a conversation. If it’s okay, may I ask your name?”
“Your name, you mean?”
“Yes, I think you can ask for that much to make the conversation easier.”
It is only natural to exchange names for communication.
Conversely, refusing even this much offer would in fact only mean pretending to be with oneself.
From the standpoint of wanting the continuation of the few remaining witches, it would be desirable to avoid confrontation directly with the Demon King’s army.
“Mind…”
Just a moment to answer such a well-intentioned question.
After a little pause on my introduction.
“… Margaret.”
Soon, Margaret, the head of the witches, speaks my name firmly.
“Yes, Margaret. That’s a good name.”
With that name engraved on his head, the srak smiled contentedly and grabbed the brim of his silk hat.
“Then, Margaret, let me propose to you once again. Would you please join the Demon King’s Army?”
Serious eyes revealed through the monocle.
There was respect for the woman who kept her cool in front of me.
Although she was a human being who would hate her from a vampire’s point of view, her appearance and grace, and even the power she felt even with her aura, all greatly exceeded her passing score by Thrach’s standards.
“Even though you are human, you deserve to be with us. If you use the power you have, with just a little bit of help, you’ll be able to lightly trample the humans who rejected you!”
Of course, besides witches, there were human organizations accepted by the Demon King’s army, but even though they turned their backs on humanity, they couldn’t be said to hate humanity itself.
Those who mistakenly believe that humanity is going the wrong way and would have betrayed at any time if there was a possibility to change the country.
Inducing the person who became the head to die in an accident, and placing the queen of dreamers who have no ties to humans in the position of leader, who later had a vacancy, was to use them and then throw them away.
Even though they are human beings like them, they are much more useful than they are, and furthermore, they have come to know that those who have transparent hatred for mankind have entered the Demon King’s Territory.
“… Certainly, there are quite a few of us who hate humans.”
As expected, Margaret did not take my proposal lightly.
At the same time, as she looked at her with her glance, the magic that spread around her greatly subsided and the vines began to recover.
At the point of mentioning revenge against mankind, it is as if it could be interpreted as having completely withdrawn the hostility toward oneself.
“Even if I accept your offer and join the Demon King’s Army, I don’t think many people in the Witch Council will oppose it.”
“Khuhu, yes. As expected, you can’t bear to overlook the vengeance toward humanity.”
I was thinking about rejecting it, but since the story worked out better than I thought, it seemed like there wouldn’t be any needless trouble.
It took a while for him to smile with satisfaction at that thought.
“But may I put the offer on hold for now?”
“… Hold?”
“Yes. Maybe the proposal itself is too sudden. As much as it is difficult to buy trust, I think it’s better to think a little more before making a decision…”
Does it mean that he will approach cautiously as he lives in hiding?
Of course, considering their situation, there is nothing that they cannot understand.
Sark smiled, showing a willingness to accept the offer.
“Yes, in that case, it doesn’t matter if we make a decision after discussing each other’s opinions. I will wait for you as long as you provide me with a place to stay.”
“… Are you saying that you will wait here until a decision is made?”
“Do you have a problem?”
The eyes of the srak that suddenly open.
Margaret licked her lips at that, then closed her eyes and turned away from her seat.
“… Follow me. I will guide you to where you will be staying for the time being.”
“Huh, if you say so, I should gladly follow you.”
With a satisfied smile on his cooperative attitude, the swark followed suit.
He could sense that the witches lurking in the darkness were watching her movements, but Srak ignored all of that and just followed Margaret.
No matter what happened after that, she was sure that she would be able to achieve what she wanted.
-Kwagagak!!
Even if it doesn’t go through a meeting.
Even if she’s prepared to come face to face with herself.
“… Anyway, the story can’t be solved this easily.”
Thorn vines springing up from all directions as soon as they reach the plaza.
The moment it coalesced and solidified into a dome, the thraq shrugged his shoulders and shook his head.
It was a story that I had expected since the word “Holding” Came out.
The Witches’ Association was a being that wandered only in rumors within the Demon King’s Territory.
If they stop by a place where their identity is believed to have been identified, their traces would disappear like a lie.
In other words, the targets they have to hide their identities include not only humans but also demons.
“Walpurgis Night exists only for those who are not welcome in the world.”
Standing in a space completely cut off from the outside world, Margaret began to gather her mana, holding a wand with roses in her hand.
As sharp as the sharpness of the thorns sprouting from all over the staff, he aimed the forged mana at himself.
“If a non-witch sets her foot in that space, it will only be removed.”
The moment when the intent to kill quietly attacked, the exact opposite of the calm attitude.
Faced with that belligerent attitude, Srak smiled and began to raise his head.
“No matter how much you inherited the power of the Ancients, I never thought you would try to fight me directly like this…”
“How the hell do you underestimate the top executive of the Demon King’s army? A damn short-lived species.”
The moment his eyes flashed as red as the blood flowing under his feet.
-Quaaaaa!!
Waves of blood spread from where he stood.
It soon began to sweep the space surrounded by thorns.
