134 Episode 12 "Hilde Garda".txt (1/2)

--The most important thing in life is entertainment.

”Melt, the God of Holy Light, and Hades, the God of Fallen Light.

There were once two gods in Latesia.

The two gods worked together to create man and sub-human, demon race and demons.

In order to lead the demons, Hadeer first created a powerful demon race.

That was the first Demon King.

And to assist the first demon king, four more demon clans were created.

--They were the Dead Heaven.

They were given the name Hilde Garda by the first Demon King.

He dedicated himself to the prosperity of the demon tribe, and the Watashi and the rest of us helped him do it.

The prosperity of the demon tribe - that was the first demon king's wish, and mine as well.

However, as if to step on such a wish, a war broke out.

It's the battle between Melt and Hardia.

I don't know what the trigger was.

But I do remember Hardia attacking Melt, who was trying to persuade him, as if she were possessed by something.

The struggle between God and God eventually spilled over to Watashi and the others.

Hardia said.

Kill all humans and sub-humans, he said.

For that, I don't care how many of you die,” he said.

True to his words, Hardia treated the demon race as if they were disposable tools.

Many of them died.

I remember the first Demon King crying over their deaths.

A few years later, the first Demon King made a move.

In order to protect the demon race, he negotiated with Melt in secret.

In exchange for taking Melt's side, he asked her to help the demon race.

Melt accepted and gave his protection to the demon tribe.

That was the start of a major reversal in the formation.

Hardia was gradually being trapped.

Even though he had gained the upper hand, Melt continued to call out to Hardia.

Let's not fight like this, he said, you've made a mistake.

But Hardia didn't stop.

It wasn't long before the incident happened.

The human warrior who was Melt's confidant had betrayed Melt.

Through an opening in Melt's wounded body, Hardia led his army and attacked him.

What happened from there on, Watashi didn't know.

For as soon as the battle began, he fell to the bottom of the valley under Hardia's attack.

It was a fatal wound.

His soul was missing and he couldn't recover fully even if he used his healing magic.

''...... I don't want to die, I don't.''

Fear of death assaulted me.

Crawling on the ground, Watashi looked for a way out of the valley.

In the midst of it all, I was truly lucky to find the werewolf species I was hunting.

The theory was the only possession magic that existed.

In his deathbed, Watashi used it.

It was a defective magic with an extremely low success rate - but miraculously, I was able to make it work.

It possesses the body of a werewolf species and protects its wounded soul from the outside world.

In doing so, Watashi survived.

(Give me back my ...... body.)

A strange feeling welled up in my chest at the repeated sound of grief.

Watashi thought it was guilt.

But oddly enough - Watashi, reflected in the water running nearby, had a ripping smile on his face.

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Then Watashi found out about this.

Melt was dead and Hardia was sealed in the underworld.

Aside from the sealed Hadeer, Melt, who has the body of a god, will eventually return.

It seemed that the first Demon King and all the four heavens, except for ”Rain”, were dead.

Now, the second Demon King seems to be ruling the demon race.

They seem to be living in peace, cooperating with each other.

With the body of a werewolf species, Watashi thought about the meaning of life.

The first demon king had said.

He said he wanted to create a world where the demon race could live in peace.

If so, I thought I should support that ideal.

Publicly, I'm supported by the rain that has survived.

That's why I've decided to support the Demon King's Army from the shadows, as my name suggests.

I prayed that this peace would last for a long time.

However, the peace was not to last.

What caused it, I don't know.

But once again, the war happened.

It was a war of people, sub-humans and demons, a war of chaos.

I tried desperately to stop the war.

Many times I tried to get them to sign a truce.

But it didn't work.

We were always one step short of stopping it.

Always something got in the way.

It was the human conceit that we were the best.

It was a single arrow fired by a sub-human trapped in revenge.

It was the madness of a demon race that had run amok in search of a struggle.

It was, it was, it was ----.

No matter how many times I tried, no matter how many times I helped, no matter how many times I tried, no matter how many times I tried, no matter how many times I scrambled.

It was pointless.

The war could not be eliminated.

Then one day, Watashi was caught up in a war that nearly cost him his life.

I survived, but the body I was possessing died.

That's when I thought again, ”I don't want to die,” I thought.

I don't want to die,” I thought again.

Then I thought again, ”I don't want to die.

Why should I suffer for these foolish people? And.

Knowing that all I had done was in vain, I was unnerved by what I had done.

I didn't feel like doing anything.

There was no point in living.

But I was afraid to die.

I continued to live as if I were dead, invaded by the thirst of boredom.

I did not want to die.

So I wandered around trying to find the meaning of life.

That's when I started.

I didn't feel guilty about taking over someone else's body anymore.

I began to feel pleasure in the screams of the person I possessed.

No, no.

From the beginning, I've felt joy in someone's misery.

I just couldn't put a name to this feeling.

One day, on a whim, I killed someone with my possessed body.

It was the family of the possessed.

The owner of the screaming, fuming, crying body felt a pleasure akin to a climax.

Then.

I began to take pleasure in trampling others and making them despair.

I killed a human.

I killed subhumans.

Killed demons.

--was delightful.

The gasps of agony, the wailing over the deaths of their families, the screams of those fleeing with their ugly faces contorted, the begging for their lives uttered in trembling voices, the howls of the losers calling them cowardly, the sobs of those whose expectations were shattered and crumbled.

How ridiculous and hapless are the negative emotions of those who come to mind.

Seeing these people exposed to the ugly end of the world, I felt a heavenly pleasure and a sense of superiority to escape death and continue living.

Everyone is foolish, stupid and vile.

They are all just toys for me to enjoy.

Boredom is a killer.

--So the most important thing in this world is entertainment.

The only way to quench your thirst is through entertainment.

Watching people's misery is the best entertainment.

But just killing them gets boring.

It's boring to just take over.

At some point, I began to imitate the character of the person I had taken over.

And then, on top of that, I decided to trample on the people, things, and beliefs that that person held dear.

This was far more entertaining than I had imagined.

In just a few days, he would trample everything that he had spent decades building up.

Nothing could be more fun.

Hilda, a demon with a name similar to Watashi's, was fun to play.

She wanted to encourage her comrades who were darkened by the war.

She had a cheerful, clownish way of speaking and encouraging those around her.

So Watashi was 'cheerful and happy and made others uncomfortable'.

While I was spending time like that, Ortegia appeared.

A demon tribe that rose to power after defeating the previous demon king.

I became interested in him, and I became the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon King's Army.

Because I wanted to see what Ortegia would do nearby.

And soon after, that d*mned man appeared.

The heroic Amatsu.

The man who wielded a sense of justice and crushed a number of the amusements I had prepared for him.

Do you want to create a world where everyone can hold hands?

It's impossible.

After all I had worked so hard for, it was impossible.

There is no way that someone from another world could do it.

I don't like it, I don't like it, I don't like it, I don't like it.

So I decided to step on Amatsu's toes.

I took over Lucifina's body and betrayed her.

It felt so good to see Amatsu's face as he was dying that I felt like I was going to jump into consciousness.

It was a lie, an emotion I wanted to deny.

The despair of having been betrayed by someone so dear to me.

The tears in his eyes and that look on his face as if he was about to fall apart.

It was superb entertainment.

That man who wouldn't give up and bite back no matter how hard I pushed him, no matter how hard I pushed him!

My friends betrayed me and my heart is broken!

Suck it up.

I was filled with the desire to shout that.

Well, I refrained from doing that before Liuzas and Dionis.

After killing Amatsu, I played with Lucifina.

This woman has as strong a sense of justice as Amatsu does.

This is the kind of woman who feels great when she tramples on you.

Lucifina has a desire to 'make everyone in the world happy' and 'work for the sake of others, even if it means dusting herself off'.

That's why Watashi 'took the initiative, trampled on others and made everyone in the world unhappy'.

Together with Dionis, I even destroyed a village that I had been to in the past.

Lucifina's voice was nectarous as she shed tears in her heart each time she did so.

It was an unearned pleasure to feel the stout Lucifina's heart chipping away.

''Why are you doing this ......?''

I reply to Lucifina's voice that asks me.

''--because it's delightful. It is pleasant to feel you crying and screaming. I take pleasure in seeing people suffer from being killed by you. There is nothing sweeter than the misery of others. I just lick that sweetness. So will you suffer more?　The more unhappy you are, the more I can lick off the sweet honey.'

Lucifina's cries, which were stifled, echoed inside Watashi.

Lucifina, who is sobbing, occasionally calls out that man's name, 'Iori-san, Iori-san.

''Huh, hmm. You guys are all the same. When you can't help it, you put your trust in a dead man. That man is already dead. You killed him, remember?　And yet you put your trust in that man, it's ridiculous. It's utterly hapless.''

I'm going to tell you to trample your stronghold.

It was a pleasant feeling to see that stout Lucifina's heart crumble.

This world is my toy box.

I will play and live in this world forever.

So please visit ----.

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Wake up.

As I finished my preparations, I crushed Hilde Garda's unconscious foot.

With a small moan, Hilde Garda regains consciousness.

''---uh.''

Grasping the situation, Hilde Garda immediately tried to escape.

To no avail.

Pulled by the chains that bound itself, Hilde Garda fell to the ground.

With a cracking sound, Hilde Garda's white skin cracked with a crack.

''U......ah. Quickly ...... the next body .......

Do you think that opportunity will ever come around?

I've chained him up so he can't escape.

While she was asleep, the magic inside her body was stripped.

I also retrieved the magic items that I had hidden inside my body.

And right in front of Hilde Garda, Elfi and I are standing right in front of her.

It's a good thing that you're not ....... Watashi is ...... in a place like this.

Hilde Garda's white skin paled and fright was reflected in her eyes.

But it was only for a moment.

She holds out her hand with a bang and tries to launch something at herself.

But nothing happens.