97 – Grand Duke Aka – 97
“Ah, you just arrived.”
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Gallier smiled happily as he looked at Hercules entering the training ground.
“Hercules! Did you eat the sap well?”
“hmm! I ate to my heart’s content. But next to it… … Lord? And Marvas?!”
The guy who found me and Marvas jumped up in amazement.
And it wasn’t just Hercules who was surprised.
“The god of supernatural power… … ! Why is that madman here!”
A freaking god?
Could that be another name for Hercules in the demon realm?
I thought it was a nickname that suited Hercules well.
“Well, since you made a contract with the summoner, you should be here. That guy is the other guy I’m introducing.”
“So, are you saying that this child’s pet is that guy?”
I replied with a nod.
“… … For some reason, I wondered why you brought me here, and it must be because I am yours. That’s why you showed me this child.”
In other words, Marvas is talking.
‘Did you use me?’ Called.
“In the end, these are children who will help Rosé in the future. Isn’t it a loss to you too? This is all to help Rose.”
“… … Hee hee, I ate a room. I already liked this child, so what can I do?”
While we were chatting like that, Hercules was lunging at me with his arms outstretched.
“Zuguuun———!!!”
Just like that, when Hercules jumped before he could touch me, he passed me and crashed into the wall of the training ground.
I don’t know if it’s another guy.
The guys who knew that it was Hercules nailed to the wall were all just staring blankly as if they were used to it.
As the cloud of dust cleared, Hercules could be seen shaking his head in it.
It seemed that the purpose was to dampen the shock by shaking the head.
Then, Hercules, who came to his senses again, looked at me with his bright eyes, then bowed his head and shouted.
“Are you back! Lord!”
You’re still a loud guy.
“… … okay. How about lowering your voice a bit? I look around.”
“All right. And this… … Ohh, it must have been Lord Marvas. It’s been a while!”
This time, I found Marvas standing next to me and handed over his hand.
Because he wasn’t the one he served, he showed an attitude towards someone stronger than himself and a close friend of mine.
“Yes, Hercules. You still look healthy.”
“hahahaha! I’ve been training every single day! Even Lord Marvas still looks strong!”
It seemed that these two were also old faces.
“By the way, to think that a demon the size of you came to the human world and became a pet. What happened?”
“Ah, training has brought me to this point! Didn’t Lord Marvas also come to the human world for training?”
The human world limited the power of creatures from other dimensions who came without summoning.
And, such an environment was no different from a good environment for training for the strong.
“… … Well, that’s right. Then, do you also practice here?”
“hmm! exactly. I was about to start, so would you like to take a look?”
Hercules said that and entered the booth set up on one side of the training center.
A space reminiscent of a screen baseball field. After entering, Hercules did a simple warm-up and then pressed the button next to it.
And, at the same time, the ball started flying in front of Hercules at an irregular speed.
───── Burr!!!
Quickly spreading his wings, Hercules begins to dodge the balls flying towards him.
“Hmm, are you investing in agility rather than strength? Not bad.”
It was a guy who allowed most of the opponent’s attacks because of his heavy body movements.
That training would surely be of great help later on.
“Ah, Marvas. He seems very surprised to see him, did anything happen with him?”
I have never seen Marvas startled like that before, so I feel suspicious and ask questions.
“What happened? what’s going on… … . Certainly a lot happened. really… … Annoying.”
As a result, Gallier, who was taking a break while swinging his sword from behind, approached.
“ah! Is this the story of Hercules? May I listen too?”
“Well, knowing the story of your summoner Hercules will be of great help to you as the summoner. I don’t have the talent to make the story interesting, but… … I will tell you simply.”
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Grandpa Marvas’ storybook.
What happened?
* * *
As usual, Marvas got up at dawn and went out into the garden naked.
Outside the mansion is a harsh environment with a cold wind blowing. Even so, he didn’t even wear a top coat and went out of the mansion with only long pants and a sword.
His morning routine was simple.
Until the other waiters get up and finish preparing the meal. It was only focused on the sword.
once. twice. third time.
As if a machine repeats its motion, the sword swings along the path without an error.
However, if there was something very odd about that action, it was that the speed at which he struck the sword was very slow.
But, why?
The point at which the slap was barely over ten times.
However, white steam flows from his body, and sweat forms on his face and body.
That much meant that he concentrated all the nerves of his body in one swing.
At that time, feeling someone’s presence, Marvas slowly relaxed his body and turned his head.
The demon who guarded Marvas’ side longer than anyone else.
Debraos was holding a towel in his hand and bowing his head.
“Mr. Marvas. Meal is ready.”
“Um, already? How long has it been since I left the mansion?”
“yes. You swung the sword a total of 30 times, and it has been 3 hours since you started.”
ten times an hour.
Even so, forgetting the concept of time meant that Marvas was concentrating that much.
“Right. Thank you always. Dibraos.”
“I just do what I have to do.”
After receiving a towel from Dibraos, Marvas wipes the sweat from his body, hands it to Dibraos, and enters the mansion.
After lightly showering and entering the restaurant, countless demons bowed their heads and waited for their master.
After Marvas sat down, the demons took their seats one by one.
“I will.”
Starting with those words, Marvas opened a drink first, and the other demons also started eating.
Their meals were truly stark. It was because Marvas did not like to talk about work during meals.
Like that, it must have been around the time Marvas had halfway through his meal. Someone hurriedly opened the restaurant door and entered.
It was a mid-level demon who was in charge of guarding Marvas’ mansion.
“Eh, Lord Marvas! It’s an intruder!”
tall. Marvas’ spoon stopped in mid-air.
“… … intruder?”
“yes! The opponent is a bug-type demon! We are currently approaching this place, easily breaking the resistance of the other soldiers!”
“… … Are the intruders attacking the soldiers?”
Marvas, who had stopped eating, asked the intermediate demon.
It was because the fact that the opponent entered his territory and attacked the soldiers was literally a challenge to Marvas’ honor.
But, for some reason, the devil looks like he has trouble answering.
“That, that… … .”
Should I say this? Should I not speak? The soldier, who had been thinking countless times in his head, soon closed his eyes and shouted.
“Even approach is difficult due to the waves spreading from the intruder’s gait… … . All ranged attacks from other troops are being deflected.”
“Hoo?”
At the soldier’s words, Marvas made an interesting expression.
In other words, it means that they did not reveal their intention to attack at all.
It was also said that a strong man who could not even approach the soldiers guarding his territory with his gait was doing it.
“Let me go myself.”
After finishing the meal, Marvas stood up from his seat with only one knife.
Then the demons rumbled up.
“You guys finish your meal. It is an order.”
At the words of Marvas who shouted in a blunt voice, the other demons sat back down and started eating.
After leaving the table, Marvas approaches the soldier.
“Guide me.”
“yes!”
After exiting the restaurant and leaving the mansion, Marvas stopped walking.
It was because he seemed to know where the intruder was without the help of a soldier.
Dust rising from far away.
Perhaps there is an intruder there.
“I’ll be back soon.”
Holding a knife in his right hand, Marvas ran towards the place where the dust was rising.
And not long after, Marvas could see a black lump running towards it, smoking dust.
“… … What does that mean?”
Overwhelmingly huge body and huge horns. A pitch-black breastplate that seems impenetrable to anything.
The man who was walking toward this place, sending his soldiers flying with just a gait.
“Uh ha ha ha!!! A man never stops in adversity!”
The figure of Hercules approaching this place with a loud laugh.