Mission No.4 Reunion (15)
Returning with her Usbel on her back, Ewald took a fairly heavy step.
Behind him, the crew followed one after another.
Zelena, who wrapped Alina’s head in a cloth before she knew it, silently followed her at the end of her group.
But Zelena’s face looked more relaxed than ever.
Instead, Usbel, who had been carried on Balt’s back and intoxicated by her pleasant movements, swayed from side to side in sync with Ewald’s steps, making her pleasant snort.
“Uhhhhh, uhhhhh, uhhhhh!”
Ebalt was appalled, but she couldn’t bear cursing for a while, so she had to control her mind by lifting Usbel on her back.
But whether she didn’t notice, or whether she wanted to go as far as she could, Usbel blew air into Ebalt’s ear with a pleasant rattle.
“Hoo-oh!”
“Aww!”
With the mind of a saint suppressing the urge to throw the scraps on the ground, Balt brushed off his body and moved his feet with a slightly bitter smile.
Of course, Shu Pea and Eccrine, who were stimulated by Us Bell’s snort, glared at Us Bell with her man-eating eyes, but she couldn’t make a sound with her Us Bell in front of her face, which was a painful position right away. There was no
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However, Shu Pea and Eccrine, who were distracted by Usbel in front of her, did not have time to notice Adele’s bloody glare flying from behind her.
Instead, only Elif, who had no idea, hopped after him with a foolish smile.
And Ewald couldn’t suppress the image of the cave he had just checked.
Someone took the magic token you made.
* * *
“Oh, my God, Jasquia.”
A man approached Jasquia, who was breathing heavily in the corner, holding down the wounds from Ewald.
The man with black masturbation and yellow eyes glanced at Jasquia, who looked miserable, and smirked.
“Was it Ewald?”
“… Did you know?”
After groaning, Jasquiat forcibly lifted her upper body and looked up at the man. But the man shrugged his shoulders as he raised his hands from side to side.
“I couldn’t possibly have known. I just stabbed you because the only one who would crush you into that shape is Ebalt.”
Zaskia calmly calmed her breathing. But her head was already consumed by anger.
“By the way, where did Ewald come from hiding? Isn’t he almost a grandfather now?”
As she shook her head, Skia gritted her teeth.
“It’s the same as when you were young.”
“… Does that make sense?”
“I don’t know why he hasn’t aged, but he was definitely the same as he was when he betrayed us. It was Ewald, who was in his mid-twenties and was active.”
The demon man shut his mouth.
“Do you really know nothing, Feloch?”
Zaskia glared at the demon named Feloch with her sharp eyes.
But Feloch hissed and scratched her chin with his teeth bared.
“Teasing you is the most fun, but no matter how crazy I am, I’m not crazy enough to joke about Ewald’s appearance.”
Zaskia raised her body. Groaning at her excruciating pain, she stumbled and leaned her body against the wall.
Feloch clicked her tongue and crossed her arms.
“Jasquia-sama has been very harpooned.”
“… Shut up.”
Feloch opened his mouth as he turned around leaving a ghastly smile.
“Schheim will have to look at his hands.”
Jasquiat growled.
“It’s good to fix it quickly.
“Yes, yes, whether or not.”
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Answering hatefully, Feloch nodded and turned to Zazquia.
Then he let out an evil smile.
“I will finish the adjustment until we go to the empire.”
* * *
“If there is no Dvahur in the duchy, where the hell is it?”
After thinking for a while, Ewald suddenly spoke up.
“Chief, rather than that now, that demon… Did you say Jasquia? Shouldn’t we be worried that the gang stole all of Schheim?”
Fionir rubbed his chin and spoke in a worried tone.
Ewald thought for a moment, then nodded as if agreeing with Pionir’s words.
“Even if all of those Schheims are combined, they are weaker than Dvahur, but if it’s the 18th…”
Ewald’s annoyance welled up.
“If we split into several units and conduct a local battle, it would be more troublesome than Dvahur.”
It’s not just a headache, it’s a serious military threat to the point of annihilating a small country.
When Ewald was distracted by the threat for a while, Pionir, who had been silent for a while, cautiously opened his mouth.
“By the way, who is that demon named Jasquia? Didn’t you call the captain the death penalty?”
Ewald kept his mouth shut at Pionir’s question.
Was he listening to it all again in that frantic situation? With one side of his face contorted with displeasure, Balt had to mumble a few words of swearing.
However, a question flew to Ewald from an unexpected place.
“Isn’t it okay for the crew to know, Ewald?”
It was Selena.
Ewald’s face completely distorted at that voice filled with years.
“… I don’t know if I should talk about it.”
“Are you saying we don’t have to talk? Then do you think these people will be able to just accept that you are classmates with the demons?”
The smirking Zelena’s question popped up again.
Ewald stopped even in her steps and looked back at her, but Zelena was casting her eyes at Balt with only a faint smile on her face.
“If you’re going to talk about everything later anyway, it’s not bad to do it first.”
“That’s what I decided…”
“This is advice from the person who lived first in the world while you were sleeping.”
Ewald looked at Zelena’s face for a moment, then let out a long sigh and turned to the castle.
“Shall we talk as we go?”
Trudge.
After moving his legs without saying anything for a while, Balt suddenly opened his mouth.
“Sister… Should I say There were kids who learned magic with me. I was seven years old, so it must have been about 50 years. Jaskia, Lahaf, Feloch, Ipone. There were five of us including me.”
As if starting an old story, Ewald told the story in a slow and quiet tone.
“I learned magic under the same master. In my case, I love knives so much that I used to run out with a knife after class…”
Ewald let out a clearing of his throat once.
“Everyone except me was a demon.”
Ewald, who ignoring the context from the bottom up and brought up the story of the Demon Tribe without any probability, raised Usbel behind his back once more and spat out again.
“It turned out later that Master was also a demon.”
Everyone wants to be able to say something like that casually with a sense of tension like ‘The dog next door gave birth’.
However, Ewald let out a short sigh.
“And the demon called that teacher.”
A troubled voice came from Ewald.
“It was Beelzedeus.”
* * *
“M-M-I was a disciple of the Demon King?”
Everyone was staring at Ebalt with completely fed up faces, but Elif, who opened his mouth trembling with his fuss, tilted his head.
“Isn’t the demon king very good at using magic?”
Unable to come up with anything to say in return, Ebalt licked his lips again and opened his mouth.
“… You breathe well too.”
“That’s not something to brag about.”
“Are you proud that demons are good at using magic?”
To the extent that it would not be an exaggeration to say that the creature itself is a mass of magic, the demons’ magical skills far exceed human limits.
What is the case with asking such a demon, especially the demon king Belzedeus, if he is good at using magic?
“It’s just a simple story. I learned magic from my master, but it turned out that the master was Belzedeus. End.”
“… After I was born, he made noise like a prince and sat down.”
Shupea properly sarcastically clasped his hands together and brought them to the back of his head.
“He said he caught Belzedeus. Then, didn’t those demons who were in class with you hold a grudge against you?”
“… All but one, right?”
The name of a demon popped into Ebalt’s mind.
“No. There must be two anyway.”
But as soon as he decided he shouldn’t bring this up, Ewald changed the subject.
“Okay, now it seems important to find out where Schheim was stolen from and why.”
After bringing up the obvious, Ebalt smiled and looked back at his crew.
“So we have to find Dvahur first.”
“Shouldn’t we first find Schheim in the duchy, sir?”
Ekryn looked at Ewald’s face with a strange expression.
It was an expected question, so Ewald shook his head with a relaxed face.
“No matter how bad I am, I don’t have a platform to go to find Schheim, who is in the 18th class, with his bare body.”
At Ewald’s remark, the crew pondered.
Come to think of it, what kind of trick are you trying to attack the guys who stole the 18th Shuheim? Besides, there are demons mixed in.
“I don’t know what they’re up to with that Schheim.”
Ewald scratched his head and gave a nonchalant voice.
“Just find Dvahur and destroy it, and that’s it.”
Well, returning that Schheim to the dukedom would only lead to a war, so let’s destroy it rather than circulate stolen goods.
Ewald gave an ignorant, clear, and cool answer, then raised Usbel behind his back once again.
“Ago, agogok, master.”
Usbel, biting off her tongue once from the rattling, rubbed one cheek against Ewald’s broad back,
“But they, they.”
She threw a variable.
“I also kidnapped the king.”
* * *
“Umm, uhm, those are the names of demons I’ve never heard of before.”
Usbel put her ear on Ebalt’s back and listened to what Ebalt was saying.
It seems that her trustworthy sound was quite pleasing to Usbel.
However, Ewald was on the verge of going mad.
It was understandable to some extent that he extorted all of Schheim. Because you can use it anywhere right now.
However, the Gongwang was a different story.
Ewald had no idea how to connect the theft of Schheim with the kidnapping of the prince.
Ewald quickly began organizing a series of events in his head.
Someone stole Ewald’s Schheim and Dvahur from Zendwig Toum and ran away.
Since the direction he fled was the principality, he came to this principality in search of Dvahur.
However, instead of Dvahur, 18 new Schheim units were deployed in the principality.
However, a demon called Jaskia stole all of Shuheim and kidnapped the king as a bonus.
I couldn’t even guess where things started to go wrong.
Why did you kidnap the king?
Ewald’s head was complicated by that question.
“I asked a little about those soldiers, the soldiers, but they said they didn’t know how they hated the demons?”
“… Can a single soldier know what the King of Gong is doing around?”
“Ah…”
Ewald twitched at the corner of his mouth.
“Then, what would happen if we caught the kid close to the king and beat him?”
“It’s better to find Dvahur at that time.”
Ewald drew the line like that.
But he had no idea how or where to find it.
To make matters worse, there was something that had been nibbling on Ewald’s nerves for a while.
The fact that someone stole his magic tokens installed in Cotru Nouveau and the corpses of the people who were being stepped on by the monsters he killed in front of the cave.
Those two things were interfering with Ewald’s reasoning.
Ewald struggled to concentrate, trying to shift his thoughts to the stolen Shuheim and Dvahur.
However, underneath it, the magic mark infiltrated Ewald’s thinking.
And Ewald’s thinking moved to a completely different place.
Dvahur and the magic mark.
At that moment, the similarity between the two objects came to Ewald’s head.
“No way…”
Ewald’s face began to wrinkle strangely.
“… Probably not.”