< Miyamoto Ken (2) >
In a short moment, many things happened as if they were intersecting each other.
This ritual hall is a workshop under Sodian’s complete control.
All the mysteries hidden within were imbued with her will.
That’s why it was linked to the main body, so it could immediately exert its presence without hesitation in a sudden crisis situation.
Thud thud—
A barrier covered the entire underground area as numerous tree roots rose from the ground, which immediately twisted and distorted the space within.
As the chains binding the intruder’s body were activated, a terrible curse was unleashed upon the place.
Countless magical barriers rose up, blocking the path of attack of the evil beast, and magic circles interlocked like gears rose up, instantly completing black magic to eliminate the opponent.
Kwaaang!
A near-perfect response that completely seals off the sudden male and female.
Indeed, it was a majesty worthy of a high-ranking demon who had walked the path of magic for thousands of years, far surpassing even the average transcendent magician.
“Hahahaha!”
“Khuuuuung!”
However, it was such a pity for Sodian.
To block it at a level that was ‘near perfect’… the opponent was just too bad.
Kkwaduk— Whaaaaah!
The curse is chewed and swallowed whole.
The barrier blocking the way was torn to shreds by sharp teeth, and the barrier that controlled the distance between the opponent and the enemy began to creak.
The chains that had been held together with great difficulty burst apart at the rough movements, and the black magic that flew in with evil energy did not cause much damage to the monster.
“Hah! Ken, how dare you do something like this…!”
Yeah, literally a monster.
He didn’t care what was in his way.
They only run in a straight line towards their one and only target, Sodian.
“Get rid of me! This is my territory! Do you think I’ll be taken advantage of easily?”
“Kukkakakat!”
“Cowoooo—!”
She was furious and struggled, but there was no guarantee how long it would last.
They are just somehow holding on with the help of the workshop environment, but their resistance will not last long in the face of this fierce attack.
‘···Isn’t that great? I knew Davidson was strong, but I didn’t think he was that strong.’
Ken, who had been watching it from a distance, closed his eyes tightly.
Davidson, who looks strangely excited and runs wild like a dog out for a walk.
As I watched the entire ceremony hall become a mess in the aftermath, I felt like I was getting PTSD as I remembered the image of the beagle that had made a mess of the house whenever I was bored.
‘I guess I don’t really need to get involved. I can just leave it up to him and do my own thing.’
Ken took a deep breath to calm his mind and turned around.
I had been thinking about joining forces if necessary, but looking at the situation, it seemed like it wouldn’t be necessary to go that far.
“···Is this it?”
Finding the way wasn’t too difficult thanks to the activated barrier shaking back and forth due to Davidson’s chaos.
Above all, just like last time, he could have just followed the strange attraction that seemed to be calling him.
He glanced at the giant Balrog, Duke Touma Karakul, who was restrained from all sides just like he had seen before, and then walked past him and approached the door on one side of the pillar.
Duke of Touma later.
For now, the first thing to do was to check this.
Thump thump—
As I got closer to the door, my heart started to beat more violently.
Accordingly, a sense of tension welling up deep in my chest.
Phagec!
Ken pushed the door open with his hands full of magical power, ignoring the strong resistance.
The sight that came into his eyes as he took a bold step through the open door was…
“What is this···?”
A space so vast that it’s hard to imagine that it’s inside a pillar.
It was a large temple completely painted in white.
Large pillars and statues erected on both sides, and magnificent paintings painted on the high ceiling.
In addition, all around the area, there were many unknown languages engraved in pure gold that even Ken, who had lived in this world for quite some time, could not understand.
Given the atmosphere, it must be a scripture about some god.
He looked at it quietly with frowning eyes, then shook his head.
‘A temple? In a place like this? And no matter how I look at it, this doesn’t look like a temple dedicated to the Demon God. What on earth are you thinking, Duke Marryong?’
Ken’s footsteps, as he entered the room, moved without hesitation in one direction.
It was so natural that even I realized it too late.
But he didn’t bother to stop and just silently crossed the hallway of the temple.
Since I had decided to thoroughly investigate this place anyway, it wouldn’t make much of a difference which place I went to first.
The place we arrived at was a space with beds lined up like a hospital.
“Is this a place to offer sacrifices?”
No, upon closer inspection, it wasn’t a bed, but a small altar.
It doesn’t seem like much of a difference if you consider that there are people lying on top of it one by one.
‘···I kind of expected it.’
The appearances of those who were sacrificed varied greatly.
Everything from gender to age and race.
The only thing they have in common is that they all look like adults or older and they all lie there, skinny and as if they were dead.
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‘It’s actually surprising that there are still people alive today.’
Thanks to special laws, some were still barely breathing, but most of them seemed to have passed their limit and died a long time ago.
There were even some who were completely reduced to skeletons, so that says it all.
‘I should correct this. This looks more like a morgue than a hospital room.’
And there he is—Japanese Ken Miyamoto, the Count-level demon Ken of the Demon World.
He was able to confirm the identity of what had brought him here.
He looked down blankly.
“···Huh? What is this?”
One of dozens of small altars lined up in a row.
There, like the others, lay a man, thin and thin, his breathing intermittently.
“···Why?”
A very familiar face that was immediately recognizable, even though the bones were in contact with each other···.
A being that seems to be a replica of Ken’s human form.
***
“It must have been a long time since we last met, and you’re already back? You can stay longer, though.”
Heinz II, a cold-looking vampire sitting in his office, tilted his head slightly.
His gaze fell on a boy who looked to be in his late teens, sitting on the living room sofa with his clasped hands on the back of his head, pretending not to know anything.
But, even though the new owner spoke to me first, I couldn’t just pretend not to know.
He let out a small sigh at the gaze that was staring at him intently, then straightened his hands and carefully opened his mouth.
“Aren’t we going to have a lot of time together anyway? There’s a lot to do, so a few days of reminiscing would be enough. And with the presidential election just around the corner, your mother will be very busy.”
“Hmm, is that really all?”
Temiran McClair pouted at the question again.
Then he slowly averted his eyes and grumbled softly.
“···Actually, it’s a little uncomfortable. I’m a grown son now, so I can’t stay in my mother’s arms forever, right? But I think in my mother’s eyes, I still look like that little kid from back then···.”
So, he said he ran away here using an excuse about going on a business trip.
Heinz chuckled at the full-bellied complaint.
Who would see him like that and think he’s a saint?
Doesn’t he look like a boy who just entered puberty, no matter where you look?
‘Well, that’s only natural, since you’d be locked up and brainwashed the whole time before you came out.’
People don’t mature simply because they get older.
More importantly, it is important to meet many people, learn from them, and gain diverse experiences.
Just as a child who has lived with the Internet is more intelligent than an old man who has lived in the mountains all his life, it could be said that Temiran’s time was finally returning to normal.
‘Well, if you’ve taken care of this much, then you should be able to figure out the rest yourself. After all, he’s not an ordinary kid.’
It was Temiran who, as a former apostle, roamed the shadows of the world, and as a current Holy Blood vampire, became a high-ranking member of Hybrid.
The only person in this world who could treat him like a child is his mother, Kayla McClair.
“Well then. Then let’s start with the work. Let’s talk about the Demon World that I mentioned last time in more detail.”
“Ah… Are you talking about that?”
“Yeah, I heard it roughly back then, but I might have missed something.”
Temiran, who had been standing with a serious attitude at Heinz’s command, slightly bowed his head and continued speaking.
“I’ll say it again, I only did some cleaning up. Most of the work was already done in the previous generation, so I didn’t do much. Naturally, I also know less.”
Moreover, the revolutionary passed away without even properly handing over powers, and Temiran was born into the world as an incomplete apostle.
Of course, I was bound to be lacking in many things, but…
However, as apostles, they were not completely ignorant.
In order to proceed with the work, you need to have a thorough understanding of the general framework.
“They kidnapped people from another world and forcibly sent them to the Demon World…”
And one of them was the kidnapping of Earthling Awakened people that was secretly carried out until a few years ago.
“What is the purpose?”
“Of course, I’m going to use it as a medium. I’ve only heard stories, but I heard that if you use the characteristics of otherworlders well, it becomes very easy to bypass the laws of this world. If you can do that, there are endless things you can do.”
It is said that this has been going on since shortly after Earthlings were first beamed to Outerica, until just a few years ago.
Since they carried out the kidnappings secretly to hide their identities, they did not commit indiscriminate kidnappings, but given the period of time, the number of victims would not have been small.
‘The number of Earthlings who suffered from them during that period must have been enormous.’
Perhaps that also played a large role in the fact that the existence of the dimension called Outerica was discovered so late.
Since it was a dimension where transmission had only recently begun, the number of people dispatched was not that many, and since they would be kidnapped without anyone knowing the moment they showed any signs of it, the number of returnees was bound to be small.
‘Maybe I too… and Hans too, would have ended up in the same situation if we had started our first transmission from a different location.’
If you are ignorant of the world and have some peculiar items from Earth, you are bound to stand out in some way.
At that moment, Ken’s face flashed through Heinz’s mind.
After hearing the story, it was clear that he was also one of the victims of kidnapping.
So then why did he become a devil and a settler?
“Huh? Demonization? What are you talking about?”
The answer to that question was another question.
“And to completely eliminate the traits of otherworlders… If you do that, won’t their value as a sacrifice decrease? I don’t know of any way to completely take away those traits. The same goes for the previous generation of revolutionaries.”
In the end, all I found out was that it was true that Ken had been sent to the Demon World, but the rest was completely unrelated to that.
‘Hmm, what happened? Did he lie?’
Maybe so.
At that time, his relationship with Hubert was merely that of two people from the same country who had met for the first time.
Although we did check the truth through “analysis,” it could not be considered perfect as there was a significant difference in level between them.
‘No, I confirmed it again later when I spoke with Hela. Besides, since we already revealed that we are both Earthlings, there was no need to tell such a lie···.’
Heinz frowned and shook his head, his mind complicated.
If you think it’s too difficult, it becomes more complicated.
At times like these, it was necessary to think more simply.
for example-
Like Harley, actions speak louder than words.
‘Life in the Demon World was more fun than I thought.’
Harley, who has recently been enjoying a hot monster life as Davidson.
He was usually the type to move as he pleased, but after his entire body, including his brain, was replaced with the genes of a monster, that tendency became even more pronounced.
‘The fighting is over, let’s start moving.’
I didn’t feel anything special while we were together, but if I stick close and observe, something will come out.
And if anything, there was another way.
‘If you’re a high-ranking demon, you should be able to regenerate your fingers in no time.’
A cool smile forms on Heinz’s lips.
Temiran, who had been watching him carefully, slowly left the place.
I think it would be better to just rest at home.
***
A large tree lying on the ground as if it had been cut down.
Davidson, who had been sitting on it and chewing on branches with his three heads, turned his head.
“Keuheung~!”
“Kahaha!”
Then, lying face down, he stretched out and walked lightly towards the pillar door that Ken had entered through.
The ritual hall was in shambles, and the ghost tree was shattered into pieces—leaving behind only the remains of the Marquis-level demon Sodian.
But Davidson didn’t walk right through the door.
His feet stopped right in front of him.
It was where the giant Balrog, Duke Karakul of Touma, was tied up tightly.
Three pairs of eyes looked up at him, barely able to catch his breath.
The emotion in those eyes was neither admiration for the mighty demon nor sympathy for his plight.
Gulp—
All I have is appetite.
Drool flowed from three snouts.
I was feeling empty because I had just recently gone on an unexpected vegetarian diet.
Among them, with such a variety of delicacies that are hard to come by, how could one pass up such a sumptuous feast?
That was not polite to the “food god”!
‘Okay, I have a long way to go, so let’s just have one bite.’
To be exact, it would be ‘one bite at a time’.
It wasn’t a big difference, so I guess it doesn’t matter.
Tsk tsk—
The three heads swelled up into huge spheres in an instant.
Unlike a little while ago when I had adjusted the size appropriately for combat efficiency.
By concentrating all the mutation energy solely on size.
Kwakjik! Kwadduk! Eww—
For your reference.
In the first place, leaving meat for Harley was impossible.
< Miyamoto Ken (2) > End
