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rosary.

The Cross.

Rosario.

This object has the meaning of offering a bouquet of spiritual roses to the Virgin Mary.

Until I met Saint Mary, it was an object that had nothing to do with me.

No, it was related. In a not so good way.

Because I visited each and every one of them holding a cross, tested them, and beat them up. They would hold out a shiny cross towards me and shout desperately.

“In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit! I will purify this devil!”

They were weak guys. All they know how to do is rely on divine power and flap their mouths.

Occasionally there were some trivial things that really called out the Holy Spirit, but that was okay. What are you going to do with me, who was the second-in-command of the Demon King’s army with nothing more than the Holy Spirit? What if I summoned an archangel?

It was after I encountered the saint in Tartarus that the rosary began to attract great interest to me.

“We have a great duty to care for the poor sheep that we cannot yet care for. The black rosary is a symbol of that meaning.”

“Are you talking about the trash in the back alleys?”

“This refers to those who are marginalized in the shadows where no light shines.”

For the saint, the rosary was a solemn and precious item, unlike other priests.

He was a guide, a god, and a lord. The saint considered her rosary more precious than her own life.

Of course, all priests are like that. He passionately boasts that he is willing to sacrifice his humble life for the Lord. The problem is that it only happens with your mouth.

Among them, I have not seen a single one say that even when a shotgun was pointed at their head.

It’s nothing special. Because life reveals its true self when it is about to die, they only faced their inner nakedness thanks to me.

That’s why the saint is so amazing.

Even the moment when the blade of the guillotine fell without mercy and the razor-blue blade entered my beautiful neck.

Because she preached faithful love.

The image of the saint praying while holding a rosary, emitting a soft glow in the gloomy darkness, is still vivid in my mind.

However, there is one thing I don’t understand.

Well done-.

“Ghosts are crying.”

Well done-.

“When I was young, I didn’t have a habit of playing with crosses… Huh, indeed.”

Why did that sacred rosary come out of my pocket as a child?

No matter how much you blink, you can be sure. This is the rosary that the saint carried.

A rough, black cross with a few hand stains. I can’t recognize it because I kept seeing it in Tartarus.

When was the last time I saw this rosary?

For sure… .

“It is a treasure that has been with me all my life.”

“What is treasure?”

Please accept “. It is my sincerity, faith, and love.”

“How can something that is dirty and dirty be a treasure? Is this how we manage our treasures these days?”

“In that case, Joker will make sure to clean it up later.”

The day before he was to be executed, the saint handed it to me.

I asked him to put it in my arms, and I have no memory of it after that.

“… .”

There is nothing to find out. That’s the case in the current situation.

Well done-.

I held the rosary in my hand. The hard, sharp edge felt with my fingertips.

The saint guessed that I would return. You can guess it from her last words or this black rosary.

And, for some unknown reason, the black rosary she left me came back with me 500 years ago.

“Tsk.”

I don’t think there’s anything special hidden in the rosary. This is just a fairly hard and sharp cross.

“I took on a troublesome task.”

I took out a clean handkerchief. It was a handkerchief lying around in the room.

“Are you asking me to come clean? Damn it, who do you know as a servant?”

Grumbling in dissatisfaction, I silently polished my rosary.

This is something the saint left me. That alone gives me plenty of reasons to treasure it.

Because he is the only human who values these lowly demons. I am a demon who thoroughly repays favors and enemies.

Knock knock, knock knock-.

Not long after I cleaned the rosary, it started to become shiny and shiny. Although its original color was black, its elegance and dignity were incomparable to any other treasure, as it was the object of a saint.

It is truly a ridiculous situation that a creature of a demon god is cleaning an object that conveys God’s love.

“You shouldn’t be caught by others.”

Among the seven countries on the continent, the country that has the most hostile relationship with the demon world is the Holy Country where the saintess will later be born.

Of course, the rosary, which is a sacred item of the Holy Kingdom, is a magical item in the demon world that makes you guilty of treason and blasphemy just by possessing it. I don’t want to be taken by the Demon World police again and imprisoned in Tartarus.

“But you can’t throw it away… This is what I received.”

After polishing it until it was shiny and shiny, I put the rosary in my pocket. Then, I zipped my pocket tightly and completely changed into my going-out clothes.

Although it was delayed for a moment due to the sudden appearance of a rosary, we must quickly go to the Southern Grand Duke. When it comes to information, the later you know it, the more you lose.

Sigh-.

With that decision in mind, I open the door.

“Sister?”

A female demon with pale skin and black hair was standing in front of the door.

For some reason, the demon with dark red eyes was hesitant with his fingers intertwined.

“Sister, what are you doing here?”

“That… Oscar. There is something to be said about daytime work.”

“What do you want to say? Shall we go in and do it?”

“Oh, no! All you have to do is deliver the goods… .”

My sister, Adela, carefully put her hand inside her coat and pulled out a small box.

Adela held it out to me and pursed her lips as if making a confession.

“I will apologize right here and now for what happened during the day.”

“Yes?”

“It looks like something I did on my own has caused a big problem in your head… .”

“No, I’m fine… .”

“This is the egg of Horus, the King of Dragons, that I found when I went to the Demon Forest not long ago. If you eat this, your injured head will feel a little better.”

“Ugh! Wow, suddenly my head… !”

“Oscar… ? Oscar!”

When the words ‘Egg of Horus’ came out of Adela’s mouth, I immediately fell down clutching my head. With his face frowning as if he were about to die at any moment.

Looking at me like that, Adela didn’t know what to do. She was fidgeting, like a panicked puppy whimpering.

“Qu… ! sister… ! Mmm, my head hurts so much… !”

“I’m sorry! I’ll get better elixirs! I’ll go to Vigo right away and get all the medicine to treat your wounds! Until then, hold on just a little longer!”

“Medicines for treatment are good, but… I guess something that cheers you up would be more helpful… … .”

“Wow, are you talking about rejuvenating medicine? I get it! Bring it back soon!”

I think Adela still misunderstands that I hurt my head. Maybe it’s because of her past trauma.

To put it kindly, she is a warrior, but to put it bluntly, she is an idiot who knows nothing but fighting.

The combat ability is amazing. I admit that. Their fighting sense, eye for war situation, weapon skills, fighting skills, and ability to manipulate magical power are superior to those of other demons. Even in the world 500 years later, he occupied one of the absolute strongest positions.

If she hadn’t died in vain while trying to protect me in her past life, Adela would have been the second-in-command of the Demon King’s army. To that extent, Adela was a fighting genius.

However, I am very ignorant in other fields. This is because when he was very young, he suffered an unfortunate accident and suffered a major blow to his head, which caused his intelligence to deteriorate. I don’t know much about this because it happened when I wasn’t even born.

If she were to be a fighter on the battlefield, she would have to know at least some medical skills, but Adella, who has poor sociability and can only play solo, does not even know how to practice medicine. It’s not like there’s a common creature that could hurt her body.

If Adela had any knowledge of medicine, she would have realized that no matter how clueless she was, my mind was still intact. It is a gift created by circumstances.

“Giggle.”

“Lucifer? Uneasily, why are you smiling like that from earlier?”

“Ahh! my head! My head!”

“Qu… ! Come on, come right away! Just wait a moment!”

“Elixir… We need an elixir… .”

“Ah, I understand! Please hold on just a little longer! I’ll be back in the blink of an eye!”

In response to my realistic cosplay of a sick person, Adela hurriedly placed Ham on the ground. Then it kicked the ground hard and quickly disappeared beyond the horizon.

A demon with such incredible leg strength could not be fooled by such easy acting. It’s sad to think that that’s my real sister, but it’s still an incomparable blessing to me.

“Giggle.”

The egg of Horus, the King of Dragons, one of the five kings who reign in the Forest of Demons, its value is so great that it cannot possibly be converted into goods. The egg of Horus is what even the best poachers on the continent have searched for and failed to find.

Because it is such a rare item, nothing has been said about its taste, but considering its ability to raise the quality of magical power to the limit, it is worth eating.

I can’t believe such a precious elixir is rolling in in a single pot, and in the future, it’s going to be pulled out like a pumpkin stem. I feel like I want to get hit with the pot hundreds of times more.

How can you hold back a smile?

The devil is smiling holyly at me.

I am really worried about whether to eat Horus’ egg fried or as an egg roll.

*****

It didn’t take particularly long to travel from the northern part of the Demon World to the southern part.

The Demon World is a vast and desolate land, but I have a teleportation scroll, a product of magical civilization.

Humans have things like cars and vans, but demons who fly around on wyverns don’t really need those things. There is even a saying that the rapid development of human scientific civilization is due to a lack of magical power, so how amazing is the difference?

As a high-ranking demon, I have a teleportation scroll that is much more convenient than a wyvern or something.

smart-.

“Ah, are you there?”

Not a single servant lives in the residence of the male duke of Demon World.

This is because King, the Grand Duke of the South, turned them all into works of art and displayed them.

smart-.

“Beautiful, elegant and gentlemanly Mr. Duchess, can’t you hear me?”

He knocked on the door and spoke in a singing voice.

A moment later, the iron door of the duke’s residence opened ominously, opening the entrance to me.

A long, dark road enveloped in pitch-black darkness appeared before me.

“ Hey, are you trying to test your courage now?”

Having lived in Tartarus without a single ray of light for 111 days, the dark cliff road in front of me is nothing short of laughable.

However, the only thing that is laughable is darkness. I have no intention of taking the Southern Duke’s residence lightly.

“You’re talking about a magic circle against an eight-year-old kid, and if he starts urinating like this, only the teacher’s house will get dirty.”

An ancient monster that has existed since the beginning of the Demon World.

A demon who commits so many evils that he is no longer interested in evil and ends up pursuing art.

An outsider who lived for over a million years, lost friends, lovers, and even grandchildren, and sank into the river of laziness and locked himself in the duke’s mansion.

In the demon world where the strong are as numerous as grains of sand on a beach, he is the one and only absolute strongman that not even the devil lord can treat lightly.

Grand Duke of the South, King.

The being I am going to meet now, at the end of this dark road, is such a being.

There is no way such a light mindset is possible.

Jeopuk-.

Jeopuk-.

That… … .

The road behind the door was so long that no matter how long I walked, I couldn’t see the end.

Since it is impossible for there to be such a long path in the Duke’s residence, where space is limited, the King must have prepared a magic circle to twist providence.

It is unknown whether this is a trap for entertainment or fireworks to welcome.

So, I walk. Letting go of all the unnecessary leisure.

chuck-.

It felt like I had been walking for about an hour or two. The road is still not finished.

However, my unstoppable steps stopped. It’s because of a creature floating in the air in front of me.

“ Hey, I guess you’re into vegetables this time?”

It’s a strange creature.

The eyes are bright red tomatoes.

Both cheeks are bright red apples.

The forehead is an orange pumpkin.

The chin is purple.

The nose is a light green cucumber.

Both ears are bright yellow orange.

A creature whose facial features are made up of various vegetables and fruits. Perhaps nothing so strange in the world can be found, at least not in this demon world.

Even so, the harmony of colors and the creation of rules in shapes proved that King was a high-level artist.

“Anyway, I have to acknowledge its novelty. I heard that the duke is the only one who can come up with original ideas even in his old age?”

“… Are you someone?”

The brown lips, woven with wheat, were brimming and brimming.

From her parted lips, a surprisingly normal voice came out.

“It looks like he hasn’t been weaned from the breast yet. Has he lost his way?”

The question was clearly intended to be sarcastic.

I understand. To an old man who has lived a million years, I, who must have been less than ten years old at most, would be no different from a fetus that had just been born.

“Because they are young, they move around. If you do that, you will lose your way.”

Well, it starts now.

“It’s better than growing old like someone else and being stuck in your own home for a thousand or ten thousand years, right?”

“… .”

We have to somehow elicit ‘interest’ from the old man who has lost his passion.

To extract information about my regression.