Mission No.1 Return of the Magic Swordsman (07)
“I think I need to leave for a while for a meeting.”
“… Whether you go I am not a child.”
“Then work hard.”
After saying that, Marcus turned around.
“I’ll get some information about the monastery.”
“Thank you.”
As soon as Marcus left, Ewald sighed. Then, Usbel, who often walked around like a pooped puppy by Balt’s side, cautiously opened her mouth.
“Hey, hey, Magic Swordsman Kitsuka.”
“… Just call me Ewald.”
“Ah, yes, yes, Mr. Ewald. Can we eat something? I am hungry, I am hungry.”
“… Do you really have to say that twice?”
“It’s a habit. It’s a habit.”
Even if one side of the Magic Corps building is at the center of a completely collapsed incident, you still have the spirit to eat. He thought it was a great nerve, but Balt felt that he was also quite hungry.
“Then let’s do something simple…”
Oops.
Right.
Marcus carried the money.
“Hey.”
“Yes, yes, tell me.”
“Do you have money?”
“… Yes?”
What do you have?
Wishing I hadn’t heard it wrong, Usbel looked at Ewald anxiously. The anxiety that he might be threatened to bring him money and the despair that he might not be able to eat began to tangle in Usbel’s head.
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If it was Ewald, it would certainly remain.
“Hey, hey, then, can’t we just go to the imperial palace and eat?”
The imperial palace
“No.”
“Yes? Yes? Why? Why? You have no money.”
“It’s because I feel like I’m going to beat up Kasper now.”
“Then hit and eat, hit and eat.”
Ewald gave an absurd expression to Us Bell, who was swinging his small fists and spitting out the onomatopoeia of ‘puck, puck’ out of his mouth.
“Are you going to hit the emperor?”
Usbel’s face faded for a moment, and he quickly shook his head and put on an unfair expression.
“Then let’s sell something and eat it. I am hungry, I am hungry.”
“Hey, I only have one outfit, so what to sell…”
Ewald’s gaze landed on the long dress that Usbel was wearing.
“Let’s sell.”
Goosebumps ran down Usbel’s neck.
* * *
“… To put on a mat.”
If you look at it good, it’s the clothes that the neighborhood kids wear, and if you look at it bad, you look like a beggar. Demon King Usbel, who had plummeted from a cute girl to a scruffy girl, sat down in front of her table crying.
In the middle of the plaza, she tries to strip off her dress, but is chased by guards for public obscenity and child s*x crimes.
It was a really eventful day.
“What do you want to eat?”
“… It is delicious.”
Ewald was looking through the menu hanging on the wall.
“Can I just eat anything that people eat?”
“Oh, yes, yes. I like to eat.”
After briefly ordering her food and drinking water, Ewald took a good look at Usbel.
“How did you get caught?”
At that moment, a bright red thing rose from the chest of her usbel, passed over her forehead, and went up to the top of her head. With her face unable to laugh or cry, Usbel, who had just turned her gaze away from Balt, shook her head.
… Cute.
“He just got caught. Ayu, the imperial army is counting. Just in one room. Bang. It was. Caught, caught.”
“The magic accumulation and mana management are all above the standard level, but you just got caught?”
Ewald snorted his snort.
“Even now, isn’t it enough mana management to give me a magic shot? But you want me to believe that you were just caught?”
Usbel shut her mouth at once.
“Is it more realistic to believe that a passing dog became human after being struck by six lightning bolts in a row?”
“No, even if it is prepared, it is not necessarily used for Ebalt-sama, but for self-defense. Would you go into your teeth if you cast magic on Ebalt-sama?”
However, Ewald’s speech stuck to Usbel.
“If you don’t go crazy, you won’t fall into a trap.”
Usbel’s body stiffened. But in the meantime, when the ordered food started to come out one by one, Usbel quickly grabbed a fork and knife and buried his head.
“… Are you really caught in a trap?”
Either that or not, since the food was already served, Usbel sucked the food as if Ewald’s remarks did not reach his ears.
Ewald stopped talking at Usbel’s smile, the first time he had seen it since he was pulled out of the dungeon, then sighed and raised the fork in his hand.
“What kind of demon king is caught in a trap? Did someone lure you with something to eat?”
Poaaagh!
Food spurted out of the cute Usbel’s mouth and nose. Ebalt, who faced disaster without a chance to escape from the food attack out of the blue, was hit directly by Usbel’s food breath, which flew across his hand, face, and bowl.
Ewald frowned and put the food aside.
“Aww! I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Mr. Ewald. It’s okay to do that on purpose! Coke!”
It’s spectacle. His tears, runny nose, saliva, and food made his face completely teary-eyed, and Usu-Bell, who sighed with his small palms together, did not lose his cuteness despite his appearance.
Ewald silently shook the napkin and passed it to Usbel.
“Mister, please serve me one more time with the same food here.”
Ewald, who had been watching Usbel whimper as he wiped his face, had to breathe deeply.
He hasn’t eaten a single piece yet.
“Are you lured by food?”
Flinch.
I guess that’s right.
“It’s a good thing. I didn’t come to eat in Middle-earth, Star.”
Rattle!
Usbel forgot to wipe her face and she froze completely. Ewald looked at Usbel, feeling the absurdity disappear despite the words he had uttered.
“… Are you here to eat?”
Her Usbel’s shoulder, which had been holding the napkin to her face, began to twitch. To be precise, she was shaking her shoulders and sobbing.
Ewald, who had stabbed him three times unintentionally, quietly removed Usbel’s food from her table, and she had to stare at Usbel’s crying figure in silence.
And with good timing, new dishes came up to the table.
“… Eat a lot.”
“Thank you.”
Whimper.
“By the way, by the way. It’s not like you’re selling it because it’s well fed, right? Seal all your magical powers and sell them to circuses or sell them to the slave market.”
“Shut up.”
In Balt’s Igal, Usbel quietly went to fill her stomach. Thanks to this, Ewald also started eating in a calm environment.
But Usbel’s eating speed is no joke. She finished one of her plates in an instant, and Usbel looked around her with her somewhat uneasy look on her face.
She wants more Ewald raised his hand and called to his master.
“Mister, give me another one here.”
“Hey, hey, give me what Ebalt is eating.”
Ebalt hadn’t eaten half of it yet, but as soon as a new plate was brought out, he began to eat it with relish. I eat very happily.
“You really came to Middle-earth to eat, you.”
Flinch.
“Don’t spit.”
“Ah at-uh.”
“Chew and tell me.”
After the war-like meal, the two left the restaurant. Usbel, who was stroking her lower belly with her very satisfied expression, made her involuntarily heh-heh.
“Is it good?”
“Yes, yes. I’m happy.”
“Then let’s go.”
Usbel tilted her head.
“To? Are you late?”
“You should at least keep your mouth shut. There is a shop that serves delicious desserts.”
It’s a story from 27 years ago.
“Do you still want to stay?”
And Ewald, seeing Usbel looking up at him with her hands clasped across her chest, with her teary eyes, flinched and stepped back from her.
“Ewald Neim.”
“… What, what?”
“Loyalty! I will show my allegiance!”
Loyalty to buy me dessert?
“I don’t need such cheap loyalty.”
“No. No. I decided. I will serve you as my master for the rest of my life. From now on, Mr. Ewald will be my master.”
“… Did you mix poison with your food?”
It feels strange to see Usbel smiling so brightly. Ewald scratched his head roughly once and then turned away.
“Go, let’s go. Before the store closes.”
“Oh, wait a minute, wait a minute. I’m so full, so I’ll throw up a little and come back.”
Ewald navigated her alley, often holding Usbel by the shoulder as he tried to walk away.
“Do you want to lose?”
“Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, how can it taste like this?”
“… What kind of fuss are you making?”
“My God, my God, how could this be!”
Usbel, who put a spoonful of soft jelly into her mouth, drew a heavenly smile on the subject of the demon king.
“Beauty taste!”
“Ha…”
It’s not a bad feeling, but it’s not a good feeling either. Ewald took a cookie to his mouth.
“By the way, Master, Master.”
“… Don’t call me master.”
“No. No. The master is the master.”
He is also stubborn.
“By the way, master, why are you so dry?”
“… What bullsh*t are you talking about?”
“I heard you were trapped in a dungeon for about 27 years. Are you Commander-in-Chief Marcus? Shouldn’t he be as old as he is? Master, no matter how you look at it, you’re in your mid-twenties?”
“Ah…”
Ewald’s eyes subtly darkened. Along with him, Usbel’s body shrank.
“No. No. If you don’t want to talk, you don’t have to.”
“Beelzedeus… Should I say it’s a side effect of sealing him?”
Ewald’s gaze turned to Usbel. No matter how much he looks like a girl and acts like a girl, he is still a demon king.
“Side effects? hehehe, is it a side effect of the sealing magic? Is it a side effect?”
Slowly, Usbel’s lips opened to reveal her cute fangs.
“This is an interesting side effect. A side effect of the seinka öldrun effect.”
“Seinka öldrun?”
It’s the first magic I’ve ever heard of.
“How should I explain? Those elves, don’t you get old late? That source of divine power was transferred to magic. It’s magic, magic. Should I call it anti-aging magic?”
‘Elf?’
In an instant, an elf’s face appeared in Ewald’s head. This is the face of Lasser, a colleague who completed the Heavenly Desire and used the magic to seal Beelzedeus.
And remembering his former colleague, Usbel threw a bomb at Ewald.
“Umm, uhm, if it’s because of the side effects that I don’t age, I think I might grow old exponentially when the magic statute of limitations expires. Explosive.”
“What?!”
After getting out of her dungeon, Ewald, who had her most startled expression on her face, swung her upper body towards her and widened her eyes. Uthbel, startled at the same time, pulled the plate of her jelly towards her body and moved a little away from Ewald.
“Are you getting old?”
“Ah… Is there a high probability of that? Pretty high, right?”
After being isolated from the world for 27 years, he was finally released, so he would grow old after destroying Beelzedeus?
Crazy. Are you stealing your life and stealing your youth? Ewald clenched his fists and bared his teeth roughly.
But when he saw Usbel, terrified by his appearance, trembling in fear that her plate would be taken away, Ewald let out a long sigh as if he had squeezed all the air out of her lungs and shook his head. Bowed down
“… What’s going on, master?”
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“I think that side effect will be resolved in three years.”
“Three years?”
Ewald nodded heavily. Uth Bell looked at her hesitantly at her momentarily subdued mood, then opened her mouth very carefully.
“Hey, hey, Master.”
“… Why.”
“I think there might be something I can help with. Preventing rapid aging…”
A ray of sunlight fell on Ewald’s head. No matter how much the emperor said he would find a way, wouldn’t he have to have the last card in his hand. Ewald opened his mouth in a cautious voice.
“Really?”
“Maybe, maybe. I’m not sure, but it’s very likely.”
“What way?”
“First.”
Usbel pouted her mouth hesitantly, with her sullen face.
“Could you give me one more jelly?”
“Mister! Here’s a box of jelly!”
* * *
“Whoah, I can’t eat anymore.”
“… Eating two boxes by yourself?”
“It was very, very, very delicious.”
Ewald glanced at the stack of jelly cups and wondered where on earth they all disappeared, but the information he got from Usbel was well worth it.
“I guess that would be possible enough.”
“Sure, it is. It’s not as effective as Seinka öldrun, but the accessibility is different and the mechanism is different.”
“I can’t help it that humans can’t cast it, but I think I can solve that part because you are here. But the biggest problem is the timing of the casting.”
“Right, right. I couldn’t cast it before, and I couldn’t cast it afterwards.”
Ewald’s eyes sharpened.
“Is this a room for life?”
“Anyway, anyway, thinking about it now won’t help much. Did you say three years later?”
“About that much.”
“Until then, if I live well and can be by your side, I will definitely help you.”
Ewald felt an unknown uneasiness rise from the depths of his heart. To say such a thing at this time is in itself subtle. But he couldn’t say anything, so Balt nodded his head.
“… Thanks.”