Chapter 62 - Volume 4 (2/2)

As I asked him while rolling and lying there on the warm bed that was the floor, Rinne made a little delicate face.

……even though he’s a cat, he’s dextrous.

“[Thanks to the fact I was [named], my presence has also grown. I don’t know how many sacrifices it would take for me to obtain a vessel. and also……]”

Rinne was a [Demon Beast] with a brutality that was entirely different from the elegant taste of the [Greatest Demons].

“[It’s greedy to ignore the nature of [Demons] to kill.]”

[Demons] were fundamentally different from [Gods].

I don’t know if the thing called God really exists, and since believing in them did nothing, and disasters and unhappiness were called the scourge of god, they only sought the [Innocent Hearts] of Man.

On the contrary, the Demons … while the low-ranking demons were all stupid… all the Greater Demons knew about the [Value] of humans, and to increase the value of the [Forbidden Knowledge] that they dispensed, they cultivated them.

Put simply, both of them were sweatshop companies, but the Demon enterprise was the one that would [Feed] its employees. If you counted the seafood that I gave, I would likely have been superior even amongst Demons.

Anyway, Rinne, who didn’t manifest, would not be able to stay long in this world.

“[So what will you do now? Although I said as much, I won’t be going back to the Demon World for another few hundred years.]”

I’m not being selfish, but this is one line I refuse to cross.

I laid bare my stubbornness, and bared my fangs in a bitter smile.

“[If you’re returning in several hundred years, it’s not actually very long… but I will probably only be able to maintain the name for about a year. What do you think?]”

“[I see……]”

It looks like we won’t be able to manage it somehow, huh……

For the time being, since everything else is troublesome and the mood has become calm, let’s worry about the small things later.

Rinne felt the same too, and I suddenly felt someone’s eyes on me while the two of us were splayed out on the sunny floor.

…… My embarrassing moment was just peeped at by someone else!!?

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Hebrad was perplexed.

When he entered the Daemon King’s Castle, he was chasing after the presence of the [Demon Beast], but the presence that he felt was that the anger from when it had first appeared had faded, replaced by a calm of an even greater intensity.

“What… on earth”

And as for this thing that he felt cuddled close to it, just who was this [Presence]?

From Francois’ witness account, he thought that it was some [Golden Angel] that was worshipped by the abandoned Daemons, and even though that presence didn’t have any feelings of violence or vulgarity, it was ominous and terrifying: completely something that was [Malicious].

Hebrad didn’t know whether it was a Demon, but perhaps, it was an [Evil] existence on the same level as that of the [Demon Beast].

“Angel? or Demon……?”

Either way, if he made a mistake in his interactions here, the Daemon King’s territory would perish.

For the whole of the Daemons that had once forsaken the Daemon King territory. Hebrad laughed at himself as a failure of the Daemon King that that was still unable to let go even at the very end.

Although he had given his whole life until now for the sake of his vengeance on the [Human society] that had betrayed him, at the end it seemed that he was unable to discard the naivety of his [Humanity].

Was it a mistake to attempt to implement reform as a tool of vengeance, to have gotten attached because he’d gotten involved more than was necessary……?

In that case, he would play out his role as the [Daemon King] that was king of all the Daemons, and die for the sake of the Daemons.

With this determination, Hebrad headed towards his [Grave].

“……………”

Seeing two [Cats] there basking and relaxing in the sun, he could not close his mouth that had sprung open.

“………Two… [Demon Beasts]…?”

But it looked and felt like a cat…… Even so, that ominous and fiendish [presence] threw Hebrad’s head for a spin.

For there to be two of the legendary existence called the [Demon Beast], was this some sort of joke?

While Hebrad was stunned out of his common sense, the golden cat seemed to have started out of panic, and begun to move, and the previously gentle air was filled with the incredible intimidation of a [Demon].

Author’s Notes:

It’s the mofumofu time. The protagonist seems to have broken.

No need to read this…

More story templates that aren’t deeply related to the story.

[Is it wrong to aim for the hero for the sake of the princess?]

[The Handmaiden’s Blank Mind: Should I get closer to the Mistress…?]

I love story templates.

Although it gets twisted if the story drags, because I’m in the middle of writing a short story from a template that I can’t get out of my head, I’m thinking of adding it later.

I also wanted to talk about the Mochipurun and the sisters.