Chapter 125 (1/2)
Volume 2
The Simple Job of Only Perishing to the Hero Volume 4 Chapter 6
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In the Grand Library in the Demon King Castle’s underground, Rokuna struck her fist on the wall.
「Kuh……Ugh!」
Remembering her own failure, she gritted her teeth.
Yielding to fear, she neglected her investigation of the truth. It was an unbelievable failure.
However……This was a however.
If she were to face that thing once more, would she be able to maintain her sanity?
No, to begin with──
「Are you saying that is the God of the Mazoku……!?」
Just from remembering her, her fear was resurrected.
She was something that made her have a premonition of her own death just by looking at her.
Or could it be that all of the Gods were that sort of thing?
After returning to the Lulugal Forest, Vermudol only said to Rokuna that he would take over the matter of the Summon Magic, and secluded himself in his room.
Most likely, Vermudol had understood something.
However, on the other hand, what about Rokuna?
Just what did Rokuna obtain in that place?
What was she able to do for Vermudol’s sake?
Nothing at all.
That fact was so vexing that she couldn’t take it.
「……What are you doing?」
Hearing the voice that called out to her from behind, Rokuna turned around.
The one that was there was the Maid Knight who was expressionless as always, Ichika.
Glaring at her, Rokuna silently lowered her fist.
「That’s my line, Ichika. What do you want? Did you come to laugh at my pathetic figure?」
「I do not have the spare time for that.」
Ichika breathed a small sigh, and approached the wall that Rokuna hit her fist on.
Discovering a spot that was slightly dented, she lightly clicked her tongue.
「Show me your hand.」
「Don’t touch me.」
After grabbing Rokuna’s arm, who had pulled her hand away, and forcibly pulling her hand out, Ichika healed the injury with magic.
Healing Magic corresponded with the Life Element, but Ichika was an expert at it despite that.
While looking at her own hand that had lost any injuries, Rokuna muttered.
「……We met with the Demon God.」
「Is that so.」
As expected, Ichika didn’t change her expression.
「……You, you knew about that thing, didn’t you.」
「Yes.」
Ichika quietly……but clearly affirmed Rokuna’s words.
「Why didn’t you say anything about it?」
「It was because I was forbidden to speak of it.」
There was no need to ask about who it was that forbade her from speaking.
After making a powerless laugh, Rokuna quietly sank to the floor right at that spot.
She was completely dancing in the palm of her hand……she was attacked by that sort of sense of helplessness.
「You seem to have a misunderstanding. I believe that your existence and the execution of the Summon Magic were considerably unforeseen to that Person, you know?」
「……What would you know.」
「I can tell. I have spent time together with that Person after all.」
Hearing those words, Rokuna turned suspicious eyes towards her.
In a place like that that she couldn’t understand and felt like she would go crazy in, she found it hard to believe that anyone could spend time with that thing that made her feel such overwhelming fear. However, if she were to say that that was the truth──
「Ichika. Just what are you?」
Rokuna knew almost nothing about Ichika.
The Majin Ichika.
A Maid Knight who was Demon King Vermudol’s subordinate from the beginning.
Most likely, she possessed abilities of the highest level as a Majin. Her method of attack was an ever-changing style that made use of a sword and shield. She was said to possess 【Magic Eyes of Coercion], which would pin down the opponent. She excelled not just in battle ability, but in everything, and she had something to do with almost all of the Demon King Castle’s operations.
「I am one who nestles close to the path Demon King-sama goes down. Nothing more, nothing less.」
Like hell that’s the case, is what Rokuna spit out in her mind.
In the current Zadark Kingdom, there were various kinds of Mazoku.
Mazoku that were in the Dark Continent from the start, and Mazoku that Vermudol had newly created.
However, Ichika was neither one of those.
She could take a guess.
A Mazoku created by the Demon God──That was what Ichika was.
But, Ichika’s own line indicated that that wasn’t all there was to it.
The fact that she had spent time together with the Demon God meant, in other words, that Ichika was created by the Demon God long before Vermudol.
「……Ichika. I will ask you this one more time.」
Rokuna slowly stood up, and continued to glare at Ichika.
Readying her staff in her hand, she took a bit of distance from Ichika.
「Just what, are you?」
Ever since the time Rokuna first met Ichika, she felt that she had a bottomless part to her.
She was bothered by it, but not to the point of purposely questioning her about it.
But, Rokuna had met with the Demon God.
She didn’t think that that Demon God was a normal God.
Then wouldn’t that mean that Ichika, who said that she had spent time together with that sort of thing, was a variety of being different from the Demon God?
「……You, you’re too similar to that Demon God. A sister or something……I can’t help but think of something like that!」
When Rokuna hit the floor with her staff, a magic formation was deployed in an instant.
Transfer Magic was invoked, and Rokuna and Ichika were thrown into the Lulugal Forest.
「Am I that similar to how that Person is right now?」
「Let’s see, although your atmosphere, height, and physique are completely different, something is exactly the same. Honestly, I don’t think that’s a coincidence.」
「I am sure it is just a coincidence. So, what is the meaning of all of this?」
「It goes without saying. Think about what we are.」
Mazoku.
They were a muscle-brained race whose motto was 「fist fight」 when problems would occur.