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A child trapped in a collapsed building could only scream desperately and silently.

“Are you okay?”

In the midst of the rubble, in the pitch-black space, a light that I thought I would never see again shone, and I saw my sister with pure white hair smiling.

“Oh my, hey… Eek!”

This was because my sister’s head was completely crushed by a huge pile of rocks that fell from above.

“Hee, hie, hi, eh, he, i, uh… .”

My voice wasn’t coming out properly. All I could hear was a constant, hoarse sound, like someone blowing a broken whistle.

But what happened next was, in some ways, even scarier.

“Aya… I’m sorry, Unnie~. Were you scared? It’s okay, it’s okay. Yeah, Unnie’s okay. Stop. Why are you crying~. I have to go see Mom.”

Irushia’s head, which had been so horribly mangled that it seemed too much for a child to see, started to wiggle and grow flesh and soon became normal. She even spoke to me as if nothing had happened!

Irusia hugged the trembling child tightly. The wound that had been roughly torn across the child’s small back quickly disappeared as if it had been erased with an eraser.

“Okay, that’s it.”

Every time Noctilla swings her sword, buildings around her collapse and the ground cracks. Irusia is saving people amidst the chaos. The child just now is the last.

I can assure you that no one was missed.

As he became one with the Demon King, he was able to sense magical powers at a level that surpassed that of a human who had opened his eyes. He could sense the reactions of humans not just in this area, but on the entire continent.

“… Even when I look at it again, that swordsmanship is pretty.”

Therefore, I could now watch the fight between the two without any worries. Of course, I wasn’t just watching without thinking, I was waiting for the right opportunity, but I wasn’t in the mood to watch.

Irushia once fought numerous challengers as the Demon King. As a result, she even fought the Sword King, the strongest swordsman of this era.

Clearly, as his sword was labeled as the strongest, it was stronger and more splendid than anyone else’s. With every swing, he could rip the sky, split the earth, and summon a storm, like a living natural disaster.

If the current Seed were to meet that Sword King, he would never be able to win.

Because Seed is an ordinary human who has only trained for hundreds of years. Talent is something that can surpass the skills of an ordinary person in a few days, which would take several decades.

But even so, despite being quite weak, Seed’s swordsmanship was so elegant that it made the Sword King’s sword look like child’s play.

Brim, brim, brim!

A sword of condensed magic that is still growing stronger. The power contained within it is already at a level where even a simple brush with it would cause Seed’s body to burst apart with a “pop.”

“Cheer up, cheer up~.”

Even though his clothes were tattered and his whole body was injured by the shock wave alone, he was barely holding on.

It is often said that ‘you only see what you know’, and truly outstanding techniques and martial arts that contain their own mysterious principles can only be recognized by those who have a certain level of skill.

Of course, if you have swordsmanship above a certain level, an ordinary person may not even know what’s so great about it. However, if you play at a level higher than that, even people who don’t know much about it will think you’re great.

However, compared to such overwhelming swordsmanship, the power contained in the sword is ridiculously shabby. All movements are focused on flowing smoothly. That’s the kind of swordsmanship it was from the beginning. There’s a limit to having screws loose in your head.

“Then maybe I should start working hard too?”

Concentrate. Even now, the excruciating pain crawls all over my body. Still, concentrate. I can do this much. In my burning heart, in the flames that cover my eyes taller than me, and in the acrid smoke, I search for the source.

The very first spark.

The black water inside the well is burning like crazy, like oil or something.

The current Seed, even with the help of Aura, is far inferior to his previous life’s power. His body movements are so slow that he is feeling very frustrated right now.

Yes, if Noctilla had properly consumed the enormous amount of magic that Irusia had, she wouldn’t have been able to hold out like that.

Even that mighty power, which swells up several times and becomes dozens of times stronger, is still able to easily cut down large buildings in the vicinity.

So, I have to take more.

Now, I am so sick of coming into contact with magic, I hate it so much I could die. It feels like putting my hand in a bucket swarming with thousands of cockroaches. But I can’t say no. I put my hand in and scoop up the sticky, hardened magic at the bottom.

“That’s it. It’s time to say goodbye to this too.”

When wood burns, it turns to ash and disappears, but the fire and the heat that the fire creates creates energy.

What is created by burning magic is intense magic power.

Just as Escaria, the demon of blades, creates swords with magic, Irusia, as a ‘demon of magic’, creates magical power.

It’s not that strange. The very name “magic” itself means the power of magic. Magic today is accepted as an ordinary power far removed from evil, but if you go back in time, their origins are connected.

Magic is the law of the devil. He who holds the law is the king.

Adversary.

It’s not just about destroying the buildings around it. It’s a magical power that exerts a strong pressure that can be felt by everyone in the entire city just by being there, without destroying anything or anything.

If things get this bad, you can no longer hide it. It’s irreversible.

The crown is back in my hand. Absolute power. It is a power that can control time, space, and laws, but the space-time regression is an accident that happened due to coincidences and coincidences, and I have no confidence that I can do it again. It is literally, truly irreversible.

Instead, Irusia stretched out her magic and connected with Noctilla’s magic. With great force, she forcefully kneaded the magic like clay. It combined with her magic and formed a shape. Not a sword, but a flower.

◦I’ll give you %◦.”

Amaryllis and snapdragons, alstroemeria and agapanthus, and orchids. A deep and profound black, stripped of all color, without a single fragrance. Black flowers bloomed with magic and spirit, weaving and twisting the stems to make a corolla.

It’s okay. Just let go of the crown you’re holding. In return, you give the new king a new crown.

The sword embedded in Irusia’s stomach burns. As if the fire is spreading through an invisible branch, Noctilla’s body burns away.

It disappears completely, leaving no trace behind.

***

Seed took a small breath.

“So, is your senior okay?”

A little bit of relief.

“If you suddenly storm into the palace, steal the crown, and shout, “I am the king now!”, will others recognize you as king?”

“That’s just a thief.”

“That’s it.”

Noctilla appeared to have been burned to death. That phenomenon.

Clearly, Noctilla inherited almost all of Irusia’s great power, but possessing the power of the Demon King does not make her the Demon King. In order to be recognized as a king, a fair and legal procedure and process was needed.

A test and ordeal that a demon with enough magical power to become the Demon King must go through to become the Demon King.

“It’s called a pilgrimage to the Demon World.”

Noctilla was not destroyed, but was transported to the Demon Realm for a long journey to test her qualifications.

As for the current Seed, he couldn’t deal with Noctilla. All he could do was hold out. And even if he were strong enough to overwhelm Noctilla, there was no way to deal with the situation he was in just now. Even if he were to subdue him, there was no way to turn him back.

So Irushia gave Noctilla the power of the Demon King. She scraped it all away. Originally, it wouldn’t have started by force, but Irushia deliberately interfered with the magic and forced the pilgrimage to start.

“Well, it must be incredibly hard and painful. You could cry to death in pain somewhere no one knows about. But still… ”

People who are generous to others are also generous to themselves to some extent. Conversely, people who are harsh to themselves are also harsh to others.

“I tried to kill you, so you deserve that much punishment. You’re such a small creature.”

As much as I reflect, I have no hesitation.

A devilish smile.

“You… .”

“Why are you looking at me like that? Well, he wouldn’t die. How is he so compatible with Magi? I’m more worried about us.”

After completing the Demon World Pilgrimage, Noctilla will become a full Demon King and gain the power to easily crush the world’s strongest. To be exact, he will be able to perfectly control the power he had once held onto.

And to that extent, it’s completely crazy.

“Just before that, aiming for the coronation.”

The moment I took off the fake crown made of black flowers, the symbol of starting a pilgrimage, and put on the real crown, that moment of letting go of everything to be reborn, there was at least some hope for something to do.

Because the goal wasn’t simply to kill or something. The goal was still to save Noctilla, my senior. I’m not saying I unconditionally approve of her, but I need to bring her back to her senses so she can reflect on her sins, pay for the building she destroyed, or whatever.

“It’ll probably take 3 years at the fastest, but who knows. With that much power, it could end even faster.”

Seed asked.

“Wait, so I don’t even know when the coronation will be and I have to wait indefinitely?”

“You two can build a house in the Demon World and live there in disarray while waiting. It’s actually pretty nice to live there. … Just kidding.”

“Not fun.”

“What am I having fun with? Merong. It’s about deciding the king of demons. The news will reach all demons of a certain level or higher. Just catch one and dig it up. ”

Phew. Irusia sighed.

Demon World. Demon Realm. Home of all demons.

“And now you and I, we can’t survive an hour in the Demon World.”

So, you have to become stronger. You have to become several times stronger than you are now. Beyond the level of your previous life.

The situation was roughly sorted out like this.

But in my head, the thought kept lingering, ‘It must be so hard and painful. You could cry to death in pain somewhere no one knows about.’ For some reason, Irusia was speaking as if it were someone else’s business.

“… Was the pilgrimage really hard?”

He looked at me with longing eyes.

“Oh, I didn’t do it?”

Irusia reacted as if to say something nonsensical.

Qualifications and all, the firstborn son of a king basically becomes king if nothing happens. It’s just that he gets tested when someone else tries to usurp the throne.

Irusia was born as the Demon King of this era from the very beginning, so there is no need for a pilgrimage.

“Why, what?”

“No… .”

So the two of them walked along the street as the night grew darker.

In a situation like this, it was problematic to act together with Professor Mena, and at that moment, when the teacher passed out from exhaustion, he escaped from the system.

Demon Hunter. If it’s a demon, he eliminates it unconditionally. He annihilates it. There is absolutely no compromise. That’s why, in important areas, he is an entity that cannot be talked to or persuaded.

Since something like that had happened, Cid and Irusia might also become targets for elimination by the sect. They had to run away anyway.

Still, Noctilla and the Demon World Pilgrimage. If you just hide this information well, the story will end with Noctilla burning and disappearing there. The cult won’t even bother to track you down any more.

however.

“Wow, you’re eavesdropping on this.”

Irusia’s expression became sharp.

What should I say? I realized belatedly that it was a small magical anomaly, like the broken leg of an ant passing by on the floor.

“Aha, did you get too close? I got caught.”

A person who had hidden his presence so creepily that he could fool Irusia’s senses for a moment was now standing proudly behind them.

That very demon hunter, Master Mena Ruina.

“You guys tell funny stories, don’t you?”