174 – Yuma (1)
“Hero. Are you sure you’ve come to the right place? There’s some kind of stinky smell in the air…”
Latera looked at the castle gate in the distance and frowned in disgust. The place we arrive at is not paradise, but hell, which smells worse than a gutter.
What a difficult road it was to get here. We left the canyon and climbed several mountains. I cut down the demon beast and climbed the cliff. Of course, Siron did it, but the sense of betrayal was as great as her expectations, so Latera ended up saying something sarcastic that she couldn’t even say.
“…was this a safe place?”
Demodoras also had a troubled expression. I don’t know what the half-angel smelled from this far away, but even she, who had lived here for a long time, was experiencing a demonic energy that was coming out for the first time.
“Please say no.”
“Do you hate it that much?”
Demodoras asked Siron while rubbing his forearm, but his prediction ended up being true. Siron grabbed the hands of his companions who were making groaning noises and walked through the snow.
“I can’t help it even if I don’t want to. You say you don’t want to die? Then you have to lend a hand to the devil.”
“I’ve already killed that wild beast-like woman…”
Demodoras could not finish what he was saying. After thinking about it carefully, I didn’t do it. It would be correct to say that it was worse than that.
Because they said that the man who is now holding his hand and dragging him to hell is a person who should not die. Demodoras had no choice but to stop at the thought that he should have killed him.
“Why do you hate demons? We were on the same side 500 years ago.”
“…There is no law that says you get along well even if you fight in the same camp. Moreover, I remember that there were many demons who were reluctant even in the same camp because they could not understand the inside.”
“okay?”
“To tell an old story… They had no concept of hostages and did not let go, and all areas they perceived as enemies were reduced to black ash. Of course, I also burned down a few cities, but I only went out in person when there was strategic benefit. Only.”
“Wasn’t it a heat wave dragon?”
“…It’s a name that humans gave themselves arbitrarily.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Even so!”
Demodoras nodded repeatedly in response to Siron’s question.
“At that time, I was one of the youngest dragons and had a warlike personality, but I was still a loyal and true dragon. That’s why. Just as the story goes down of a polymorph dragon helping a lost traveler. I brought back the humans who fell from the cliff and brought them back to my feet. “I also did good karma by sending them up.”
“Then why did you side with the demon army?”
“…”
A statement that hits the nail on the head. Demodoras looked sour at Latera’s words.
“Because I received riches.”
“…yes?”
“It was a mountain of gold that could lie down on the main building.”
“aha…”
“It was too much gold to turn down.”
Demodoras smiled in satisfaction, thinking it was a perfect argument, and Latera responded with a look of disgust.
The theory is,
From a certain point, I stared at the maid standing in front of the castle gate.
“young master!”
It was Encia. She raised her hand in greeting and looked at the two people being dragged by Shiron… then tilted her head. The little boy on the left was an angel she had seen in the annex, but the woman on the right was someone she had never seen before.
“…has it increased?”
“Stop talking nonsense and open the door quickly. It’s cold outside.”
At Siron’s command, Encia pushed open the iron door without saying a word. The already strong demonic energy becomes even stronger.
[Okay, I’ll go in for a moment.]
Latera grabbed her spinning head and disembodied. The stench that made my nose feel crooked came right up to me, and I felt like if I stayed there, the food I ate this morning would become ancient.
‘The little one can’t stand it.’
Demodoras stepped into the castle gate, absorbing the surge of demonic energy with his whole body. At the same time, she also had to face the pouring gaze head-on.
There are many views looking down from high places. Demodoras knows who they are. Those who have taken on human form, but whose essence can be said to be evil.
‘I was wondering why I hadn’t seen them yet, but they were all here.’
I wonder why they are gathered in this small castle to enjoy wealth and glory. In any case, they were people whose true intentions were unknown.
Are they gathering strength to conquer the continent? Imagining this and that, Demodoras looked carefully at the space he would be staying in in the future.
*
A guest at Dawnseong Fortress for the first time in 10 years.
Did you say the first one was Bertha? I remember her as a woman who eats away the rust of the country, but this time, the guest brought by the master gave off the exact opposite vibe.
It has to be that way,
The person who served and drank black tea in a fashionable manner in the drawing room was not human. Yuma turned his head towards Shiron with a slightly troubled expression.
“Master. What kind of person is this…”
“Don’t you two know each other? Do I really need to introduce you?”
“I know. Isn’t he a demon who went crazy after being beaten by Kylie? I heard he went somewhere after the great war, but I never thought he’d be in a place like this…”
Demodoras crossed his legs for no reason and stared at Yuma. Although she was of the opinion that demons could not be trusted, it was not as if she had no camaraderie, and she at least had feelings of pity for Yuma, who had lost one of his horns and had become an object of ridicule.
Those complex and subtle emotions made Demodoras’ heart sink. Also, Yuma is not comfortable facing Demodoras.
Yumada wanted to be the ideal guardian for the master. A shameful memory of losing to Kylie. Was it really necessary to say it here, in front of you?
Yuma felt a forgotten malice blooming in him. Come to think of it, she hated Demodoras’ personality.
I hated the dragon’s unique arrogance and its look down on others. Compared to Yuma, it was uncomfortable for him to stick to an old-man-like tone of voice even though the age difference was not much, and for him to joke around and pretend to be detached.
So Yuma slapped Demodoras’ hand out for the snack.
“Isn’t it the same for you that Kylie treated you as well?”
“…I was still 1 to 4. You were 1 to 1.”
“What does it matter? Kylie has achieved remarkable growth even if I just take my eyes off her for a moment, and the Kylie I was dealing with was someone who had the grandiose title of Sword God.”
“So, have you ever been beaten by four people? Don’t tell me if you haven’t been beaten evenly on the head, chest and stomach.”
“The girl I was dealing with, Kylie, could hit ten strikes at the same time.”
“Don’t lie. It’s not like you have ten hands. How can you do that when you are fundamentally human? Didn’t you get hit and turn your head?”
“young master.”
Yuma’s face turned red and he was breathing hard, probably because he was getting heated by the conversation that lasted for a while.
“Can I kick this guy out?”
“Why again?”
“This is… rude. And he doesn’t even have the proper decency to be invited as a guest of the master.”
“I’m not a guest. I’m just a guest who will be living here for a while.”
Words that came out of nowhere.
Siron did not feel the need to drag on the story, so he spoke directly.
However, the method seemed so correct that Yuma’s eyes widened as if he was shocked.
His lips quiver, and he moistens his chapped lips with his tongue. I look at the dragon and Siron alternately as if I had heard something incredible.
“Master, I understand well…”
“That’s literally it. I want to entrust this guy’s safety to the Dawn Castle.”
Shiron stood up and patted Yuma on the shoulder. When Demodoras saw the Dawn Star, he had some idea, but he never thought that their relationship would be such that it would make him blush.
But Shiron pushed ahead with his plan no matter what Yuma said.
“I can’t return it because I already agreed to receive it.”
Siron spoke firmly and held out his black dagger towards Demodoras.
Something I don’t like, but I’ve already decided on. After making a sour expression for a moment, the dragon sighed, cut open its chest, and took out its heart.
Yuma, seeing the jewel fluttering on his white hand, swallowed his saliva and then turned his head to Shiron.
“I can’t believe you will accept it.”
“It’s this guy’s heart.”
“Are you sure it’s okay?”
It wasn’t something I said to Siron. For dragons, magic is an irreplaceable tool. However, since Demodoras willingly took out his heart, Yuma ended up worrying about Demodoras, no matter how much the recipient was Siron.
“Is it okay to bow your head and call a mere human being a ‘boy’?”
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Demodoras said as he lifted Siron’s top.
“I have changed just as you have changed.”
“…”
“My personality seems like it will never change for the rest of my life, but 500 years have passed, and now I feel comfortable doing things that I could never do back then. I just want to rest now. That’s all.”
“…okay.”
Yuma watched as Demodoras’ heart penetrated Siron’s chest. I was worried that I might do something foolish, but the fluttering jewels seemed to blend together without any problems.
Yuma pursed his lips and ended up biting his nails. The scales in her heart were tilted in the direction of benefiting Siron rather than her pride, which could not achieve anything.
Yuma continued speaking, realizing that he had done something undignified.
“I understand. If that’s what Master Jeong wants, there’s nothing we can’t do, even if it’s just accepting one guest.”
Actually, it was something he couldn’t do, but Yuma endured it, saying it was all for Shiron’s sake. Demodoras, who saw the emotions coming out, soon felt nauseous.
Until the end, it’s the young master, the young master, Taryeong.
I thought it was an act, but was it really because the 500 years had passed? Even if we look at the emotions that come out on the outside, Yuma’s feelings toward Shiron were undeniably goodwill.
“I wondered what would have happened if I refused since it had already been given to me, but fortunately, permission was given.”
“That can’t be possible. Even though it may take a long time to convince me, I will just follow your opinion.”
“…Right.”
Demodoras answered succinctly and left the room. Since I had already done everything, I had to find a place to prepare for the magic that was about to be released. Meanwhile, my steps that were about to move forward suddenly stopped.
-Anyway, an unseen scar has appeared on the master’s chest. Come here. I will apply ointment.
‘It’s changed so much that it gives me goosebumps.’
My developed hearing caught the voice beyond the door and made my shoulders shake.
As expected, Demodoras could not fully understand Yuma’s actions.
He took care of her as a faithful servant or as a mother, but Demodoras’ discomfort was not because Yuma did something he would never have done in the past.
A fact I finally realized.
The demonic feelings he had for the young man were quite sticky.