episode_0044
by fnovelpiaThe sky was dark as night came. The only thing that illuminates the place is the fiery lamp of the Demon King’s Castle.
As the banquet atmosphere matured, it became brighter. As the starlight that would tell us the future disappeared, we enjoyed music and the smell of blood at the same time.
“Thank you for your hard work. We will not forget your sacrifice for the castle.”
As Durin sat down at the head table, the leaders of each faction approached. The first person to speak was Alberto from the East. As he poured himself a drink, he recalled the past days.
“I wanted to see how we could resolve the deep emotional rift that our eastern and central regions have. To be honest, I didn’t think I could solve it.”
“It is a fight over the throne. The valley has to be deep. But now that Istria has ascended to the throne, I would like to say that the past has been put to rest.”
“The Grand Duke probably thinks so too. He will come the next day when his successor receives the crown, so please wait.”
“I know very well that the Grand Duke is busy with the issue of Dongbuk-myeon. Don’t worry, I’ve already kept it in mind.”
“Thank you.”
The conversation went smoothly. It was a set procedure from the moment Serpin stepped to the front. They are active because their previously cut off lineage is recognized and at the same time they are promised a new future. Some energetic young people crossed the line and mocked the red horns, but fortunately, the incident did not escalate into a serious situation.
“… … .”
As Alberto retreated, several demons took notice. The moment you step forward, you can achieve glory, but if you make a mistake, you could be kicked out of the castle.
“Your Excellency. I hope you receive my sincerity.”
In a situation where he could not take a hasty step, it was Killahal of the Senate who took over. The situation was resolved when the old devil appeared and sat down in front of Durin. Everyone gave up their regrets and returned to their respective seats.
“Killahal. You seem to be busy these days too.”
“I was busy preparing to serve the king. It was difficult having to lead this old body myself.”
Grrr.
The glass is filled with alcohol. The old devil’s eyes were reflected on the clear surface.
Even though the waves were spreading slightly, it was still.
“Still, as the only demon who served the four demon lords, he handled his work well. Thanks to this, the war was able to proceed easily.”
“If you wish, you can obtain more troops. Our red horns are always ready for war with the angels. Please call me when you want.”
“Angel. okay. We have an angel in front of us now.”
widely!
Durin put down his glass. The alcohol that had not even been touched sloshed around and sprinkled on the floor.
“Killahal. Do you remember the end of the Black Army a hundred years ago?”
“It comes to mind vividly. It was the moment when the Demon King Fortress faced the greatest crisis since its establishment.”
“Yes. It was truly dangerous.”
Their story went into the past. A battlefield where angels and demons kill each other with blind hostility.
Blood spraying out and screaming without stopping. The distinction between divine power and magical power has become ambiguous. The only thing piling up is corpses. The two races were tangled together in the dust, unable to open their eyes properly.
“We fought endlessly to follow the legacy left behind by the Demon King. It was a series of days of washing away blood with blood.”
“It was painful. I don’t know how many people died protecting the castle.”
“Saman. All those troops died to stop the angel advancing towards the center.”
“Instead, I remember that the angel suffered even greater damage. The large army that came to conquer the demon world numbered only a few hundred when they returned.”
A battle close to mythology. In the eyes of humans, it was the defeat of the god they served.
The high-ranking demons of the Demon World believed that this was the most glorious time for warriors. But that was all.
The Black Army was never reorganized. Even when the next Demon King appears, only the Royal Guard and Guardians will protect their master.
No one would come out with the glory they were crying out for.
“Killahal.”
“Yes. Your Excellency.”
“The day the hero sent by the angel took out the demon king. Do you know what I was thinking?”
“Sorry. This old man doesn’t dare to guess.”
“It was not a feeling of betrayal or desperation, but a sense of futility.”
Durin calmly recalled that time. Dry emotions flowed out, not even a bitter smile.
“It was only after the king, who was the last bastion of the demon world, disappeared that I was able to see him. The wound that was barely sutured with force ended up bursting open. The barely held breath disappeared in an instant.”
“But you brought it back to life. That’s only your Excellency’s credit. This is something only you could have done.”
“Killahal.”
Durin called the old demon’s name once again. But this time it felt different.
The glass of wine left still was quiet, but Kilahal’s eyes reflecting over it were shaking. He couldn’t handle Durin’s magical energy suddenly leaking out.
“If you are aware of my efforts, please cooperate. I will rebuild the Black Army again. Before going to war with angels, I plan to create an army.”
“Isn’t time too tight?”
“I don’t think so. Thanks to this meeting of the Electors, a truly large number of troops were gathered. Also, did you say volunteer army? There were so many people outside the castle who wanted to fight with the angel.”
Durin put his glass aside. And then he gestured.
He ordered Killahal to come closer. The old devil hesitated, but had no choice. He bent down and signaled that he would listen to Durin’s words.
“Give it all. All the troops you have.”
There was strength in the whispering voice. Killahal did not dare to react in any way because the attention of the surrounding demons was focused. Fear and anger surged at the same time as he was asked to give up his power.
“Your Excellency.”
The old devil raised his head. Blurry eyes, like faded red horns, looked at Durin.
“I am already giving my all to the castle.”
“I have no interest in your old body.”
“Even though I am old, I still have fangs sharpened by time.”
“It only sounds like they want to give it a try.”
Durin put the glass away. He stood up as if he had lost interest in the banquet.
“Soon the time will come when you will have to give an answer again. I’ll see if I can say the same thing then.”
“I will wait for the day when your Excellency recognizes my dedication.”
As the music played and the demons’ joyous laughter spread, the two glared at each other.
Even if we didn’t make eye contact, the will to never break was strong. That’s how the meeting between the two giants ended.
The moment Durin left the banquet hall first, the tension that disappeared caused the demons to be released.
Kilahal looked at the regent’s back until the end and then stood up.
“In the end, you are trying to pretend to be with us.”
“You are trying to deny the history of the Red Horn. This is unacceptable.”
The young devil who served the drinks was indignant. Exciting music kept playing, but they didn’t enjoy it at all. Pleasure was also a thing of the past. They slowly fell into chaos.
“You must protect your private soldiers. We have a volunteer army, so we will be able to apply enough pressure.”
“How can you put pressure on me! If Durin swings his sword once, everyone will fall.”
“That is correct. You must show as much sincerity as possible while Durin is still giving you room.”
“Then shouldn’t we give it our all? Don’t make a big fuss and come up with a solution!”
“Measures? Would you dare to stand before Durin? If you want to fight, you can challenge Durin first! what the! A writer who doesn’t even have the courage to talk so much.”
The banquet was put on the back burner and the fight between the red horns grew, making the atmosphere strange. The green horn had no dealings with them. Since the pendulum of power had no choice but to tilt in this direction, I just avoided the situation as if I could not bear to see it.
A banquet hall without music, laughter, pleasure, or anything else.
Killahal, who was struggling there, suddenly felt something strange. He stopped the glass he was lifting and looked around.
“Elderly. Why are you doing this? Is it because we raised our voices too much?”
“No. That’s not it. This banquet is strange.”
He rolled his eyes constantly. Although it looked normal on the outside, I still felt a sense of discomfort.
Then I realized what it was.
“Where is the king?”
Kilahal raised his head and saw the double-story railing. The light was on in the waiting room where the king would be. Originally, Serpin should have come out on time when Durin came. But it was no news.
Even though the red horn ruined the banquet atmosphere and created chaos, it did not come out until the end.
That means… .
“Are you saying it wasn’t there in the first place?”
I didn’t understand. The king never showed up until the end at a banquet where all high-ranking demons gathered.
If we wanted to win the coming angel war, we had to receive soldiers from them.
When seen in that context, Durin’s previous words seemed new.
-Give in your private soldiers.
“Hmm.”
This is a space where only nobles gather, and outside is a gathering place where soldiers are stationed.
The devil, who needed support to become king, chose one of two places. And, Durin and Serfin chose to leave the castle without a single hesitation.
“… … .”
At that moment, Kilahal was able to read Durin’s intentions.
The Senate grew in power by absorbing the Demon King’s interests for a long time.
They did not exist in the world portrayed by Durin.
It was something to be thrown away.
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A red moon is visible in the distance. The moment it rises above the horizon, it will become a new light and illuminate the demon world.
Serpin advanced with the royal guard. Every time the wind blew through her black hair, golden magical energy flowed out.
Devil. The best warrior who will bring back the glory days from the white wings that took away heaven.
A duty will be given that only the strongest in the demon world must bear. But she wasn’t alone. With every step the young devil took, numerous devils were kneeling and forming a line.
A green horned serpin announcing the second coming of Istria. She was honored by demons.
“ King. Our king. Please live forever.”
Supreme Court Justice Matheus’ low voice rang out. There was no grand music or an oath of loyalty from the ministers, but Serpin didn’t care.
A distant view. Tens of thousands of soldiers lined up beneath the castle walls.
“Long live!”
“My master!”
The Confederate army, led by Verdia, was crying at the top of its lungs. A scene where a low-level devil, not a high-ranking devil, is promoted and sits on the throne.
Just like the time when the demon king of the beginning ruled the world with the hands of the demons who followed him.
The time has come to overturn the entrenched gender system.
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