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Mission No.1 Return of the Magic Swordsman (05)

“Hey, hey, Magic Swordsman Kitsuka. Help me.”

“Just call me Ewald.”

“Hey, hey, Master Swordsman Ewald. Help me.”

“… Take out the magic swordsman.”

“Hey, hey, Mr. Ewald. Please save me.”

Usbel, who was being dragged by Ebalt’s hand, had a pitiful look with his eyes full of tears.

But Ewald didn’t get any seeds.

Rather, Marcus, who was following Ewald and Usbel, felt sorry for the pitiful demon king’s back.

“Please save me.”

Instead of answering that he would spare them, Ewald hesitated for a moment before opening his mouth.

“… Do you know how to write Fjölbrigðið?”

“Ah, shape-shifting magic? Yes, yes, yes. Would you like to walk?”

“Walking to you.”

“… Yes?

“What about the color of the eyes, the wings, the tail, and the horns? Are you going to advertise that you are a demon?”

No matter how young a girl looked, no one would think of Usbel as a human being. Usbel shook her head and looked up at Balt.

“No. No. That’s not it, bet fjölbrigðið on me?”

“Should I talk to you twice?”

Usbel almost cried, appalled at the wickedness in her tone. It was a disgraceful treatment for her to change the appearance that was the pride and pride of the demons. But she wanted Usbel to live.

“I will change, I will change. Wait a minute. A little bit of settings…”

“Make the wings, tail, and horns disappear. Make the whites like a human, brown eyes, leave the rest alone.”

“Yes yes? Is that enough?”

Ewald, slightly annoyed, let out a low growl.

“Am I going to take it?”

That’s the specification If Ewald casts the fjölbrigðið spell on himself, his normal appearance will never come out. Usbel, feeling that intuition, whimpered and created magic words.

She hates dying as much as turning into slime and crawling around.

“F, fjölbrigðið.”

So, the demon king Usbel, who most recently invaded Middle-earth, cast the shape-shifting magic fjölbrigðið on himself with a lonely voice.

“Stop.”

Facing a group of imperial guards on the way to the emperor’s office, Ewald sees the intimidating appearance of the guards,

“Try to make it stop.”

I didn’t even feel any inspiration and passed by.

As she strode along with the Us Bell in one hand, the guards gave a puzzled expression thanks to Balt.

Then, several of them collided with each other’s spears, blocking Ewald’s path.

Tsukagak!

However, when Ebalt’s hand moved lightly, he had to witness a strange phenomenon in which the middle of the spear was cut off with a creepy sound.

Nevertheless, the guardsman, who had not lost his fighting spirit, mustered up his courage and shouted.

“Stop! Do you know where this is!”

“Kasper’s office.”

“This guy!”

Marcus, who had been watching all of this quietly before the fuss escalated, let out a small sigh and hurried his steps.

“Everybody stop.”

“What are you again…”

“Second, Commander-in-Chief!”

No matter how much Ebalt made them nervous, they weren’t the guards who couldn’t recognize the face of the commander-in-chief of the Empire. The guards, with their knees on the ground, lowered their heads. But regardless, Ewald was walking on his own path.

“… Just get out of the way Are you busy?”

“All right!”

Marcus, who quickly caught up to Ewald’s side, shook his head slightly, and Ewald sneered again.

“If you just walked in front of me, there would be nothing bothering me.”

“Your feet are fast. In my next year, I’ll be happy too. Now my bones are cold.”

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“Do some maintenance on a regular basis. Is it my fault that your bones are sore?”

While hugging so affectionately, the two men and a demon barged into the emperor’s office.

Opening the massive door, Ewald went straight to the emperor.

“Kasper!”

“Yeah man! How safe is this…”

The guards, who were very angry at the sudden appearance of the behemoth, shouted and backed away after confirming that Ebalt, who had a ferocious impression, was the behemoth.

However, Kasper, the emperor of the Elgenor Empire, looked over the papers piled up on his desk, glanced at Ebalt, and turned his eyes to the papers again as if it was nothing.

“Do you have anything to report, Ewald?”

“Yes.”

Ewald lightly turned Usbel, who had been dragging him along, to the side and landed it in front of his feet.

“Hey, give it to me.”

Usbel, who was sitting down in her seat with a very cute figure, was speechless at this absurd situation, but Kasper, who stamped the documents on the desk, only let out a small sigh.

“No minors.”

“What bullsh*t? Shut up and take him.”

“… Because minors are not allowed.”

“You are an adult by human standards.”

Raising his head with a face asking what bullsh*t he was, Kasper checked Usbel’s face, who was standing in front of Ewald’s feet, making an expression that seemed to have lived the whole world.

A kid like that is an adult.

“Hey, Ewald. I’ll refrain from making bad jokes. What kind of adult is such a kid…”

“You little boy! Rip this guy to death! You foolishly make fun of someone in front of you right now! Does this Demon King Usbel look so ridiculous!”

… Unfortunately, Usbel yelled at the Emperor, the most powerful ruler of the El Genor Empire, without grasping the situation at all.

I don’t know if he’s accumulated resentment from having been hit by Balt and being persecuted by Marcus, but with his face flushed red, Usbel let out a cry as if crying and took a deep breath.

It’s cold. Even if you put ice on it, the air won’t be this cold.

However, Ebalt shook his head as he leaned on Usbel’s shoulder with a determined face.

“I’m not doing this to the emperor.”

“… Yes?”

“At best, I dragged you out of prison, so it’s not like you committed suicide here.”

Kasper brought his hand to his face, frowning. It was only now that he understood what the unanswerable troublemaker Ewald had done.

At the same time, Usbel, who had finally figured out what he had done to the emperor of the empire, turned his face as if he had lived through the world with despair.

It’s a quick suicide technique.

I knew that Ewald was an outcast, but who would have known that he would throw such lines at the emperor.

Usbel, who was staring at the emperor with a face that had lost his soul, eventually let out a maddening laugh.

And then he started to cry.

For an instant, Kasper felt the demon king’s pity for him and raised his moaning voice toward Ewald.

“… Did you bring out the Demon King?”

“Because there must be a guide.”

Ewald, who responded to Kasper with a smile on his face, stroked Usbel’s head as he whimpered like a lost patriot.

“I’ll take you.”

Kasper paused for a moment. And, trying hard to connect his mind with his thoughts, he narrowly opened his eyes and opened his mouth.

“You know what that means now, right?”

“You mean you’re going to make me a subordinate?”

Heat erupted from Kasper’s head.

“… Crazy! Hey, you crazy human, are you going to make the demon king your subordinate?”

“Huh.”

Kasper had to shake his head at Ebalt’s remarks, which were far from common sense, even though he was not a proper demon king.

Does being locked up in a dungeon for 30 years make you crazy like that? However, Kasper, who actually brought out Ewald, only sighed.

“What are you going to do by taking the demon king?”

“Guide.”

“Hey!”

Annoyed, Kasper swears and turns away. There is no need to talk any more. Moreover, it was the emperor himself who promised full support.

“I’m coming from the Vilzburg Monastery. I won’t keep you waiting too long.”

Kasper responded softly to Ebalt, who smiled and waved his right hand in a friendly way.

“Get off now.”

After exiting the office, Ebalt dragged Usbel, who was limp like a doll, and hurried her steps to leave the imperial palace.

However, Usbel, who couldn’t even remember how many deaths he had to face today, gave up on his life – a demon to be exact – and let out a maddening laugh.

Marcus looked at the demon king’s life exactly twice: when he went to the emperor’s office and now. Then, he made his way through the soldiers saluting him from here and there, and walked in front of Ewald.

“Shouldn’t we be ready to go?”

“What, do you have anything to prepare? You can just go.”

“It’s three days long. There are few villages along the way. At least get support from the Magicians and go.”

“We don’t need staffing.”

Marcus turned an absurd face to Ewald.

“Since it’s at war, I’ll assign a lot of people to the situation where I can borrow at least a cat’s hand. Don’t talk nonsense, get the supplies.”

“Ministry of Magic…”

Pausing for a moment, Balt pretended to be deep in thought, caressing his chin before drawing his signature evil grin.

“Is that so?”

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“Hey, isn’t that great?”

After spitting out an exclamation, Balt looked around him.

“Because it’s the magic team.”

“It’s unnecessarily flashy.”

Like Ewald’s impression, the building of the Imperial Ministry of Magic was very splendid. Lights and flashing ornaments for unknown reasons, and fragments of light for unknown reasons were floating around.

Ewald was looking around with curious eyes. However, in contrast to him, Usbel, who threw a very uncomfortable gaze in all directions, unknowingly stood close to Ewald. The flow of mana that filled her entire building seemed to stimulate her nerves.

Of course, Ewald didn’t care much.

“Is this what you made after a big fight with the magic guild?”

“For you, the magic guild must have been the last magic organization.”

“It did. It seems like yesterday that I had a fight with the magic guild master.”

“That nobleman passed away a long time ago.”

“I was old even then, so what?”

Two people + one demon stopped in front of a fancy desk fully armed with fancy lighting and fancy decorations.

And Marcus approached the woman sitting in the seat as if proclaiming to the whole world that he was a wizard in a dazzling outfit.

“Is the captain there?”

“Ah, welcome, Commander-in-Chief Schilling.”

The woman who greeted me rather calmly explained the situation in a businesslike tone.

“The captain hurriedly vacated his seat. She says she will be back soon, so could she wait a moment?”

“I will.”

Guided by a woman, the two entered the waiting room. As expected, it is a space that is uselessly splendid with decorations that do not know the meaning. Ewald leaned back on the sofa and picked up the teacup on the table.

“Isn’t this a waste of money?”

“It’s a department that deserves that much. The imperial palace is also providing proper support.”

“There are a lot of things that I like, and the mana itself is useless and just sophisticated… What is so loud?”

“If you say that, it’s not like I know magic. What will you do?”

“What? Would you understand if I felt that way?”

“Because I don’t know. If I explain the tactics to you, will you understand?”

“… Anyway, I can’t talk to the swordsmen.”

Marcus laughed.

While chatting, Ewald’s gaze turned to Usbel.

She was trembling as Usbel looked at her with something strange.

“Hey, Demon King. Why did you do that earlier?”

Ewald’s attention turned to Usbel, who was very nervous. Glancing all around her as to what was unsettling, she flinched at Ewald’s question and shrugged her shoulders.

“Eh, Mr. Ewald, that’s…”

“Restroom?”

“No. No. It’s not because it’s too uncomfortable.”

“Inconvenient?”

Ewald looked around carefully.

It seems that there are some anti-demon spells and a little anti-demon barrier. Still, judging that the flow of mana wasn’t particularly unpleasant to the demons, Ebalt grinned at him.

“This is enough to endure. Most of them are lighting magic, but does that bother you that much?”

“… I hate bright things. No, I do not want.”

“A sullen fellow.”

“That’s it, that’s because it’s a demon.”

Ewald, who lost his appetite for a moment, cast his gaze cautiously at Marcus for no reason.

“Hey Marcus. I’m sorry, wait here…”

“Don’t do it.”

“… What do you mean I don’t know what to do?”

“You don’t know what it is, so don’t do it. My head hurts from just making an accident today.”

“If anyone hears it, they’ll think I’m just walking around after an accident.”

“Is not it?”

“…”

Of course it was. However, Marcus shook his head and buried himself deeply on the sofa as if he would rest until the leader arrived.

“Will you be back soon?”

“I know. They say they’re coming soon, so you’ll have to wait.”

Ebalt gently stroked Usbel’s trembling head and opened his mouth.

“I’m afraid he’ll have a seizure.”

“I’m more concerned about you having a seizure?”

“If you had seizures from boredom, you would have died in the dungeon long ago.”

“… Don’t talk gloomy, just wait.”

Ewald buried himself deeper into the sofa as if he knew.

But,

“Kyaaah!”

At Usbel’s sharp scream, Ewald jumped up from the sofa. Marcus, who did not know why, also stood up in a strange atmosphere.

Marcus, who lowered his hands to his waist before he knew it, looked everywhere with sharp eyes, and Ewald stared at one point with fierce eyes. Marcus instinctively moved behind Ewald’s back and drew his sword.

“Explain the situation.”

“Keep it simple.”

Ebalt licked his lips with a funny face.

“The flow of mana has changed rapidly.”

“A sudden change?”

“Yes. This feeling…”

Ewald approached Usbel, who crouched down with both hands wrapped around his head. Then, spinning mana around his body, he licked his lips with his tongue.

“It’s a thrilling life.”