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Black energy covered the battlefield.

The being that scattered anger and black energy like a volcano seemed like it would swallow up the continent with just its madness.

In the midst of anger that was gradually forgetting its cause, the being constantly swung its sword to comfort itself. It felt like it would feel better if it let out a spurt.

“… You’re so stubborn.”

While Camilla and the Emperor were attacking, the Empress was fighting by exploiting the gap, but was unable to overcome the difference in their strength.

All I could do was continue this fight, which would eventually end in a fight that would eat away at my own flesh.

Even with the noble intention of protecting the country and avenging the enemy of a beloved friend, he could not overcome the resentment of that madman.

“But it’s thin. It’s just cutting through a bit of tough leather. My sword won’t lose its edge, it’ll just take a bit more time.”

My head, which had been heated up by Raul’s death just a moment ago, cooled down a little due to the extreme difference in level.

Only then could they all understand. The anger and miserable sadness toward the one who had taken away their precious being. Only after feeling it anew could they understand the Demon King’s feelings a little bit again.

Only when I understood his feelings could I understand. It was a struggle. The desperate struggle of a lonely being with nothing left. A struggle that felt like it would go mad if it stayed still.

“……”

Camilla and the Emperor simultaneously readied their weapons.

“Two Swords – Twin Dragons Have Regrets.”

Two dragons made of black magic rushed to devour the empress, but a greatsword clad in flames and a spear wrapped in lightning and storm decapitated them.

The Demon King’s dual sword technique of using two swords simultaneously was certainly threatening.

Because it didn’t feel like an empty promise to be able to kill all the people of the empire with just two swords.

But that wasn’t what was really scary.

“Paegeom (覇劍) -Chamyeong (斬影).”

“Ganggeom (强劍) – Remaining blood sword (殘血劍).”

A slash that seemed to shatter the ground and a spiral slash that seemed to cut down the opponent struck at the same time.

Fortunately, the Emperor and Camilla had to fend off the attack, risking being injured again, but it was just a gamble.

It was a gamble where it was clear that if you were tossing a coin, it would eventually land on tails.

In the midst of that dangerous gamble, the emperor looked at the Demon King and opened his tightly shut mouth.

“Demon King who lost his loved ones. Those you have betrayed are also beings that someone loved as much as you loved your rain.”

The Demon King sighed after hearing that story and asked back.

“When I lost the rain…when I declared war on you…do you remember what you sent me?”

It was a contradictory sight, with someone forgetting everything asking about memory.

“Emperor. You sent your sister. If you have a woman, you can just bring her in, and if you have a child, you can just have another one. I was so shocked that I almost burst out laughing.”

“……”

“That’s why I cut off its head and sent it back. Do you remember the Empire’s reaction then?”

“Some imperial peoples have already called for war. They say it is an insult to the empire.”

The Demon King’s eyes were trembling with anxiety.

“Do you think that the only existence I have is just a replacement to you? Don’t you see what you’ve done? You only remember what happened to you… Yes. If that’s the logic of the empire, then shouldn’t I do the same?”

There’s no turning back now. Even if you turn back the clock, time doesn’t flow backwards.

The ship had already sunk and the pot had long since been shattered. There was no way to mend the cracks that had already formed.

“Do you know the shame I feel right now? Do you know the shame of a king who has been trampled by the rain? It is a shame so great that I would rather die. It is a shame so great that every moment I breathe feels cowardly.”

“……”

“There is only one reason why I endured the shame and stood on this battlefield! It is only for her! Even if I forget her! Because I have a duty to avenge her! That is why I endure the shame of being a king who lost his rain and fight!”

The sound of metal clashing with metal echoed again. No matter how fancy the spearmanship and swordsmanship are, in the end they are nothing more than gestures to kill the opponent.

In the process of continuously clashing with each other’s murderous intent, I couldn’t even notice what I had done. The number of times the other person killed was more important than the number of times I killed them.

“Okay. Let’s fight. Shamelessly looking only at the wounds on his own chest.”

The Demon King,

I cried.

They were beings that I loved together with the person I loved. They were beings that I loved together because the person I loved loved me.

The beings that were loved trampled on the beings that they loved, the beings that were loved died after being trampled on by the beings that they loved, and the beings that were loved avoided responsibility and postponed atonement.

That is why he killed the beings he loved. The blood on his hands was the blood of those he once loved and those he once considered his children.

It was miserable. Both the one committing the murder and the one standing still were both pathetic and disgusting. It was as if he was under a curse that made him miserable no matter what he did.

I had to wield an unknown emotion that maximized love and hate. I killed with hate and grieved with love.

“I just wanted to walk together.”

The reason he killed the previous Demon King was because he loved this human. He fought with the Demon King’s reputation on his back that he had gained because of his love.

He swung his sword with tears in his eyes, thinking that everything was just love. As he was forgetting everything, it seemed that he would even forget the history that had fought for them.

It was he who sealed the ancient demons for the sake of humans, who helped build an empire for humans, and who taught them many things.

If I forget them all, I feel like even the tears I shed while wielding my anger will dry up.

“I’m so scared of that, Argritta.”

The Demon King threw off the cloak he was wearing and swung his sword at Camilla and the Emperor.

“… Demon King.”

Was it because our hearts had momentarily weakened while we were only wielding our anger towards each other?

Or was it because the sword of the all-in-one attack had become one-sided?

The sword, which had been stronger than anything else, was shattered and broken into pieces.

Just like a foolish dream from childhood, where I wanted to embrace humans together with the rain.

It broke into pieces and fell miserably into a pool of blood.

“Yeah. Something like this.”

Now that it was broken, it was no longer a sword. It was just a pitiful, worthless piece. There was no value in anything that was broken.

“The sword will be no different from the mind. Yes. At least this side will be much more honest and hypocritical. If it can’t be undone… it would be right to just break it. Now our relationship can’t be undone.”

The Emperor, the Empress, and Camilla, feeling an instinctive sense of unease, rushed to him to strike the finishing blow.

“I don’t want to see those ugly feelings that can’t be reversed. Let’s break and burn them all. So that not even the faintest ashes of regret remain.”

He was finally able to make up his mind after coming to a different conclusion from others: that what cannot be undone must be destroyed.

“I will cut you down.”

A red diagonal line was drawn across the empty space where there should be nothing.

Three people fell on the diagonal trajectory, blood splattering everywhere.

“This fucking…”

“I haven’t even gotten revenge yet…”

“…….”

The Demon King was holding something red and rippling in his hand. It looked like smoke, liquid, or a light without substance.

It had the shape of a sword, but it was so unstable that it could not be said to have a form.

The formless sword possessed both a sharpness that seemed capable of cutting through everything in this world, and a strength that could block everything in this world.

“This is a sword taken from my heart.”

The Demon King began to quietly approach them to cut off their necks.

“Farewell, my once loved ones.”

But the moment he was about to swing that sword, something happened that defied everyone’s common sense and providence.

“… I think it’s still a little early to say goodbye. For all of us. ”

A voice as cold and lonely as a garden in midwinter, and no one in the battlefield knew the owner of that voice.

“Raoul…!”

“Count!”

“How did you…”

Instead of being surprised, the Demon King pointed his sword at him and said:

“I will not ask why or how you postponed death. Reveal your identity, challenger.”

He responded.

” Former head of the Bergé family. The proud eldest son of Arthur Bergé and Latri Bergé, and the older brother of Liesel Bergé. Former fiancee of Rosie Nevermore and the demigod of Leila Nevermore. Also a friend of Asher Arvin and Penelope Arvin, and the lover of Camilla Argos. ”

Raoul also aimed his staff at the Demon King.

“And the one who will kill you. Raoul Bergé.”