Flashback
It’s been a week since Serena said she would persuade the hero.
I was still trapped inside the demon king’s stone.
Yeah, it was fine up to that point. Thanks to the food I had received from Charenn before, I didn’t have to starve to death for a while.
But Serena thinks it’s a bit problematic that she hasn’t visited for several days.
“I’m sure you haven’t forgotten?”
He touched the ball. The marks she left behind before she left had disappeared, but her warmth was not forgotten.
She said it was the answer to her obvious confession.
When did I confess… Suddenly, one thing I said to convince Serena came to mind.
「My feelings for you will not change.」
…… I did it, I did it
Unbeknownst to me, my inner feelings came out.
Why did I do that?
‘I was grateful.’
The fact that he did not kill me, who had regained his memories of the past, or who might have been the devil’s servant.
‘Of course Serena said she doubted me.’
If you hadn’t believed me in the first place, you would have killed me long ago.
Serena believed in me.
When she remembered that fact, her face heated up for a while, and Serena replied with a kiss on her cheek.
‘You mean you’ll accept me?’
Hmmm, we’ll talk about it again when she comes back later.
She believed that she would come back just as she trusted me without thinking of me as a villain.
“I’m confident to wait, but I can’t help being bored.”
The Demon King’s Stone without Serena was boring. To the point where I only practiced how to deal with demons all week.
Perhaps the results of the training have been successful. Now, like the Oran I saw in my memory, I can freely handle Magi.
That doesn’t mean I saw the possibility of killing a hero.
The Demon King was also a fan hero like a dog, but of course I’m behind when I fight.
If it were me now, I’d barely be able to escape alive even if I faced him.
“I can only be sure of that once I get out of here.”
I sighed deeply at the monster-like ability of a warrior I never wanted to face again and fell onto the bed.
Serena’s scent wafted up her nose as her mattress shook.
It was a sweet scent that I couldn’t remember because it was faint now.
I lay down on the bed for a while and smelled Serena’s scent, which was not far behind, then got up from her seat.
It’s not because there’s something else to do… I’m feeling a bit crazy when I’m doing this.
What would Serena think if she entered the Demon King’s Stone without a trace and saw me like this?
Won’t they freak out and try to kill you?
——I’m sure Sharenne would be the same.
I feel like Serena will rather think, ‘I must have a reason for doing this.’
Whatever it was, she headed to the bathroom to cool off her head.
Click-!
What is it? There was something different from the usual bathroom doorknob.
As I turned my head in wonder, I realized that I hadn’t opened the bathroom door.
Since the door to the parlor is right next to it, this door has never been opened before.
‘Come to think of it, did Charien change his promise to help her escape to open the rest of the door that was sealed by the Demon King?’
I thought you were just covering things up, but I never thought you would keep that promise.
Has your conscience been pricked by changing the promise at will? She was a strange woman in many ways.
But thanks to you, I won’t be bored today.
In anticipation, I opened the tightly closed door.
“Ugh…!”
She hurriedly covered her nose at the strong smell of perfume wafting from the room.
Although her nose tingled slightly, it wasn’t poison. A woman’s scent, it was the feeling that permeated the entire room.
I used magic to light black flames on my fingers. The flame quickly grew in size as it consumed the surrounding oxygen.
After a while, a bed large enough to easily surpass a king size came into view.
And what about the mood light next to it?
It blatantly gave off the air that this room was a place for such and such.
“Isn’t it like the devil’s bedroom?”
That was also a place where the demon king’s own scent was deeply buried.
I felt like I would get burned if I kept standing in the room, so I came out right away.
Is it because of the fact that I came across the traces of the demon king?
The trembling hands and feet did not stop even after several seconds had passed since he left the room.
I couldn’t control myself. Apparently, this is a phenomenon caused by the fear imprinted in the body itself.
“Why do you feel this fear?”
I tried to think of the reason, but no matter how much I searched my head, no answer came out.
Instead, a gap in memory was found. There were a few unnaturally connected parts between the memories.
“There are hidden memories.”
If you simply don’t remember some parts, you’d think you forgot.
As well as the memories of the battle between Oran and the hero described in the novel and the massacre of the village.
There was also no memory of the final moment when the demon king cast a curse, a memory that Oran could never forget.
“There must be something more.”
Something remained that couldn’t be recalled even with the potion given by Giselle.
It’s probably because something other than the demon lord’s curse had an effect.
In order to confirm that fact, shouldn’t we at least steal the demon king’s diary?
But that’s on the demon king… Couldn’t it be inside the demon king’s stone?
I immediately opened the next door.
Tadak, tadak-
As soon as I opened the door, the candles in the room burned one by one.
After the interior was fully lit, the bookshelves filling the walls caught my eye.
Books scattered all over the place. As I walked along the red carpet, there was a desk made of luxurious wood.
It was not difficult to find out that this was the study of the demon king.
I was worried that I would be able to find the book that contained the information I wanted out of hundreds of books.
“…Is this?”
An untitled book lying on the desk caught my attention.
『Oran』
Looking closely at the book, I saw three letters of my name written on the corner.
Where have you seen handwriting… It’s not, it’s my handwriting.
I don’t know why, but there’s a book written by Oran in the past stuck in the demon king’s study.
I haven’t opened it yet, but I’ve already heard an ominous feeling.
Still, now that I’ve found it, I’ll have to open it.
「If you read this book, memories that have been erased will come to mind.」
On the first page, only one sentence was written.
Remembering erased memories? Memories don’t come back… What?
I remembered that I had scribbled on this diary once, no, more than dozens of times.
I was frustrated by opening this diary whenever I felt painful emotions.
「After reading this, you should erase your memory immediately.
Because I have to remain a subordinate of the Demon King.
Because I shouldn’t show even the slightest hesitation in front of the demon king, I decided to pour out all my emotions into this old book.”
I started turning the pages as if possessed by something.
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I had very few memories of my childhood. The only thing that comes to mind is that he was raised and educated by the demon king.
Yes, the Demon King raised me. He taught me how to deal with Magi and taught me how to be strong.
Sometimes like a mother, sometimes like a lover, she kindly cared for me.
It’s always a memory that makes me smile when I think back to it.
Strangely, whenever he recalled the image of the demon king, instead of warming his heart, hatred filled him and cooled him down.
…… To think that I, with half of her demon king’s blood, tried to deny her.
Something was very strange.
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I went to raid a village near Merlia Kingdom by order of the Demon King.
It was not difficult to capture the village because the warrior and his comrades were away.
Burning houses and walls collapsing with grotesque sounds.
And the screams of women and the cries of children.
Now all that remains is to deal with the humans hiding inside the temple.
On the verge of swinging the scythe against them who couldn’t even resist in accordance with the demon king’s order to leave no survivors behind.
I faced countless eyes looking at me with resentful eyes.
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Monster.
That was my reflection in their eyes.
I am not a monster. Although half demon blood was mixed, half human blood flowed.
…… I’m just making excuses
I couldn’t help but answer ‘no’.
As they entered the village, they slaughtered countless lives without thinking.
Yes.
I am a monster.
A monster that only follows the orders of the Demon King.
So taking someone’s life shouldn’t feel like anything.
I couldn’t bear to live my life helplessly waiting for death.
No, I didn’t want to be cut.
This was not an order from the Demon King.
Just a small wish that simply stems from my thoughts.
I didn’t want blood on my hands anymore.
But.
I couldn’t disobey the demon king’s orders.
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One day, a woman called the witch of chaos called me after returning from the devil’s mission.
Contrary to the expectation of ordering me to do some trivial errand, she suddenly told me that I was branded for obedience.
The stigma of obedience, it was a curse that allowed one to manipulate others according to one’s will.
The witch told me that the demon king uses that to make me look like her chess piece.
When I asked why she gave me this kind of information, she muttered, ‘Because this sounds like it would be fun.’ Then she disappeared from the Demon King’s Castle.
It wasn’t that I didn’t suspect the witch. But the evidence was very clear.
The only way to escape the stigma is if I die or the demon king dies.
Yes, they could be released if they died.
I could now rest in peace without becoming the demon lord’s killer and taking countless lives.
As soon as I remembered that fact, I put the death god’s sickle to my neck.
If only I could move a little more now.
Like the countless lives I cut, I will face the end of death.
But I couldn’t cut my throat.
A longing for life? It wasn’t.
For me, who has already taken the lives of countless people, having a purpose in life was a luxury.
In the end, why did I stop even though I knew that dying was for the sake of the world?
If I die, someone like me will be reborn at the hands of the Demon King.
This was a chain of despair that someone had to break.
So that’s why I’m already dirty.
I can’t even hope for salvation anymore.
I decided to shoulder everything.