227 – The Story of the Demon Sword (2)
‘This stupid owner…!!’
The Sword Saint, no, the demon sword that dominates the Sword Saint’s body is greatly shocked by the owner’s foolish behavior.
He killed all the people who looked down on his master on his behalf, but he couldn’t be grateful, so he felt ashamed of himself and tried to commit suicide?
He even tried to sacrifice his loyal self, knowing that he would commit suicide.
The magic sword cannot understand its owner’s way of thinking. What do you mean by honor and morality?
‘And what on earth does that mean…!’
More than anything, what frightens the demon sword even more is the existence of Faust.
Up until now, Demon Sword had lived thinking that he was the strongest, and that was actually coming true. Because on the continent where the magic sword was, there was not a single person who could defeat the magic sword.
However, the thought that the demon sword had was instantly shattered and disappeared as soon as it saw Faust.
No matter what I do, I can’t see any way to win. No matter how sharp and strong the sword is, it is impossible to think that it will be able to pierce the shell that covers that body.
It’s not just that the attack doesn’t work.
The magic sword is convinced that if Faust lifts a single finger, he will be torn to pieces like a piece of paper and destroyed.
‘Summoning a devil like that in the world and foolishly offering up a corpse. No matter how stupid the owner is, he has his limits…!!’
Without any resistance in Demon Sword’s mind, he imagines the scene of his body being torn apart by the great devil.
He must escape somehow.
It is natural that this country will be destroyed by that devil, and this country will turn into a living hell, so we must completely leave the border.
“aaah!!”
“It’s out!! Everyone prepare for battle!!”
When I managed to shake off my dizzy mind and hurriedly run out of the palace, the soldiers and citizens of the city found me and screamed loudly.
These…Noisy bastards…!
You’re squealing noisily like rats without even knowing what’s going on!?
“Get out of here!!”
“aaa!!”
With one large swing of the body, a slash is made and the trash is roughly thrown away.
Ah… I really can’t stand this feeling. It’s impossible to never feel something like this again.
‘…But why aren’t they following me?’
Demon Sword, who enjoys the pleasure of killing, glances behind him and wonders.
In the eyes of the Demon Sword, it was very difficult to escape from Faust.
I expected that it would be impossible to escape Faust’s grasp even if I ran with all my might, but surprisingly, that impossible area was visible to the magic sword’s eyes.
‘I don’t know why it doesn’t come after you, but… Now is not the time to worry about it.’
Thinking that it’s just a good thing if it doesn’t chase after it, the demon sword quickly resumes running away.
The dust that formed immediately after swinging the huge slash quickly disappeared, and the demon sword hurriedly tried to escape the royal capital along the path created by its slash.
“Ah… Huh?”
“Huh?”
“…What!?”
However, the magic sword had no choice but to stop in place.
The trash that had obviously been swept away was still standing in its place as if it had never happened before.
The pleasant sensation of cutting flesh and breaking bones envelops my entire body, but it makes no sense to be so fine as if nothing had happened in the first place.
What on earth is this?
“Did you all enjoy it?”
“…!”
At that moment, the demon sword suddenly felt an overwhelming presence behind its back and closed its mouth.
Because I knew that if I made even the slightest mistake, my body would be torn apart, and I realized that no matter what I did, I couldn’t escape.
The demon sword just stands still and twitches, and at the same time, he only looks at the place where he had launched the slash.
‘What the hell is this…’
“I’m a little late cleaning up after things.”
The demon sword does not understand what Faust is saying, and Faust knows this very well, but he does not bother to explain.
Because his words were not uttered for the devil to listen to.
It’s just simple self-talk.
However, no matter how much he talks to himself, the self-talk of an overwhelmingly strong man can never be overlooked, so the demon sword speaks urgently when he sees Faust, who does not feel any threat to him.
“Anyway, I have to kill it quickly and finish it roughly-“
“Now, wait a minute!!”
The Demon Sword calmly commits atrocities that would normally be unthinkable, such as arbitrarily interrupting a strong man’s sentence, but the current Demon Sword has no time to worry about such things.
Since it was certain that he would die in the future if he stayed like this anyway, the demon sword committed the act with the feeling of grasping at straws.
“What is it?”
‘…!’
And the magic sword that was acting so desperately discovers a ray of light of salvation.
Seeing Faust’s reaction, the Demon Sword must have thought he had found a way to survive, and he desperately begins to rack his brain and squeeze out what he should say next.
“Use me, me!! I am a fairly strong magic sword, and even a strong person like you will be able to use it satisfactorily!!”
“…Hmm.”
It seemed to the Demon Sword that the more he spoke, the more troubled Faust became, and the more the Demon Sword spoke, the more confident he became.
Yes, this was correct.
A great magic sword like mine should fall into the hands of a truly strong person, not a fool like this.
If it somehow gets used by that devil and finds an opportunity to steal the body, it’s perfect.
Ahh!!
‘Huh?’
Unfortunately for the Demon Sword, however, the Demon Sword’s prediction was completely wrong.
Faust did not intend to use the magic sword, and instead looked at the magic sword, which was not even half as good as the sword he forged for Iris, and simply lamented that there was all that trash, but the magic sword did not notice that at all.
The Demon Sword just sees his body not only broken into two pieces but completely crushed, no, he feels it with his own body and just disappears.
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“Ah, ahhh…!”
I feel dazed and my head hurts like it will explode.
This is what it feels like to be controlled by a demonic sword… Ugh, that’s right. I entrusted myself to the Demon Sword and defeated the devil… Demon?!
“The devil… Uh…?”
What is this…?
I realized what I was doing just now and quickly looked at the magic sword in my hand, but there was no magic sword there.
What is held in the hand is just a handle, and the blade that should be on the handle is missing everywhere.
As if it had been a handle with nothing attached to it from the beginning, the handle was just nothing and was held loosely in the hand.
“It seems like I’m a fool who summoned the devil because I couldn’t even solve this problem.”
And the devil is looking down at me as if he is so pitiful.
I’m not acting to insult myself. Really, without adding or subtracting a single word, the devil feels pitiful towards me.
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“I, I… I… Sin…”
“Stop talking nonsense, go inside quickly and take care of things. There is a level of foolishness in trying to rely on others to solve the problem instead of trying to solve it yourself.”
“What is that?”
As soon as the devil ends his words, the scenery changes in an instant.
In the literal sense of the word, after blinking once, you are not outside but in the throne room. This is not the throne room where I ran away and summoned the devil, but the throne room where I arrived at the king’s call.
“You suddenly appear… Are you showing off your strength instead of being humble!?”
“After all, you are so lowly in origin that you don’t even know proper manners!? Get down!!”
I looked around to see if it might be a hallucination of the devil, but it seems that wasn’t the case. The sensation that surrounds each skin cell tells me that all of this is real.
So… Does this mean you went back in time? That terrible disaster has become something that never happened in the first place?
It doesn’t make sense… It doesn’t make sense, but how on earth could that happen…
“…Assassination.”
“What?”
“Isn’t the knight here planning to hit me on the head if I show courtesy to His Majesty?”
“W-what kind of speculation is that!!”
…Same.
Things are going as I remember.
I thought about the possibility that it was a hallucination, but since there is no way the devil would know what happened in the past, I don’t think it was a hallucination.
That means… You’ve really returned to the past…?
But I don’t have a magic sword in my hand, so how can I do this… Ugh.
“This, profit… I have no choice, kill me!!”
When the king shouted, the knights in the throne room raised their swords and rushed at me, but the swords of those idiots are not important.
I don’t know if it’s a hallucination or if I’m really back in the past…
[Stop talking nonsense, go inside quickly and take care of things. There is a level of foolishness in trying to solve your own mistakes by relying on others instead of trying to solve them yourself.]
I remember the image of the devil looking at me pitifully and talking.
…Yes, you can’t commit the same atrocities.
No matter how jealous the nobles are of me, it would be ridiculous to exterminate everyone here.
“Let me borrow a sword.”
“What?!”
I snatch the sword from one of the knights who was running towards me and then run forward.
The knights urgently try to stop me, but such scarecrows cannot stop me.
“I won’t kill the knights because they were ordered by you, and the nobles simply looked down on me, but… King, you who ordered me to be killed will receive no mercy.”
“What is that? Kkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkkk…”
Cut off the king’s head. Only by my own will.
Blood splatters everywhere along with the sound of blood foaming from the king’s neck.
Wow, why have I endured something so simple until now?
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Well, it ended well, so it’s okay, right?
You destroyed the Demon Sword and destroyed it, and you also brought back to life all the people in the kingdom that the Demon Sword had killed, right?
The Sword Master said that originally, he would have run away as soon as he realized it was a trap, so he would have easily escaped without swinging his sword like he did when he was controlled by the demon sword.
Hmm, I’m glad it ended well. Since I’m a devil, I don’t feel particularly impressed by things that end well.
“…But now that work is over, should I go back?”
In principle, but for some reason I don’t want to go home.
If I go back right now, I feel like I will be torn apart by nine angry wives.
It’s a metaphorical thing, but I’m so scared that there’s a possibility that it could actually happen physically.
[If you don’t want to go back right now, how about getting your strength back first?]
At that moment, another me, who was in a state of suspended animation in my world of images, spoke.
Hmm… Well, let’s do that.
Since there are no more threats, you can regain your strength slowly, but since you will have to regain your strength someday, it is better to finish it early.
[If I regain my strength, I will never be defeated even if I deal with 9 wives at the same time. It will literally overwhelm you.]
Well, you can still do that.
The reason I lose to everyone is not because I am weak, but because I love them.
“Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and get your strength back. We need to solve the system too.”
[…Okay.]