Episode 118
Raidrun was in agony.
Where has the honor of the Demon Clan gone?
What have we been fighting for all this time?
It felt like my 150 years of life had been completely denied.
‘Why did you make that choice…’
I dare to blame the Demon King.
I know it’s a blasphemous thought, but I couldn’t help it.
Demons and humans cannot coexist.
One side must be destroyed in order to survive.
These two propositions are absolute truths that all demons learn from birth.
This is also the reason why wars have continued for the past hundreds of years.
‘That’s why the demons fought.’
There was no one who questioned such an obvious fact.
It was the same with Raidrun.
Until I saw this document sent by Hemis.
Slurp-
Raidrun unfolded the parchment.
I’ve read it dozens of times already, so I can recite the content without even looking at it.
Nevertheless, Raidrun read the contents again.
Just in case I missed something.
The document, written in Hemis’ own handwriting, began thusly:
Raidran, you’re a smart kid, so I’m sure you’ll understand.
Raidran slowly read through the document.
There is no demon who knows the past. We don’t leave any records.
Where we came from, and why we are fighting humans on this continent.
There are probably very few demons who know that now.
Maybe it’s just the Demon King and me.
500 years is a very long time, even for the Demons.
The story of Hemis begins quite far back in time.
In fact, we are fugitives. The Demon King led us to this land after we were defeated in the world we originally lived in.
From this point on, Raidrun began to doubt his own eyes.
A story that no one has told.
The first demons did not pass this story on to later generations.
It was because of the Demon King’s instructions.
That is why no demon knows this fact now.
Even if you know, you don’t say it out loud.
Because it was a story that could shake the very foundation of the Demon Clan.
So the Demon King made a pact, and the war became entrenched for a hundred years.
As time passed, the story reached recent times.
The Demon King made a secret pact with the Human Alliance.
The Demon King’s Army commander and the human commander intentionally maintained the front line by moving their soldiers as if playing chess.
And Hemis, who did not follow such orders, was exiled to the black giant.
Although not all the stories were written in detail, there was no problem understanding the overall flow.
It’s clear what you have to do.
Holy Empire Gatren.
Find the warrior they are raising and kill him.
The content that followed was equally shocking.
The Holy Empire Gatren secretly trains warriors.
And in a very inhumane way.
Hemis tried to root them out, but failed.
The goal of the Gatren Empire is not simply to eliminate the demons.
Rule the entire continent.
The warrior has the power to make it possible.
Never ignore them.
Always be on your guard, and trample on the sprouts as they appear.
For a while, the explanation of Gatren’s secret weapon continued.
You have reached the end of the document.
First of all, you need to build up your strength.
But for now, someone else will take the position of 3rd Corps Commander.
You will definitely get that spot back.
That’s when you have to make your move.
But keep in mind that time is limited.
Just before the story ends.
She continued speaking as if she had forgotten for a moment.
Oh, Choi Hyun-seok, don’t worry too much.
I explained to Frisch in advance what to do, so he should just follow it.
It’s a dangerous situation in many ways, but wouldn’t Choi Hyun-seok somehow survive?
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The story of Hemis ends with the content about Choi Hyun-seok.
Raidrun read the sentences written at the very end of the document.
Thanks to you, the 100 years I spent stuck in the black giant weren’t boring.
thank you.
Raidran read the last sentence over and over again.
Soon he carefully folded the parchment and put it deep in his bosom.
“…”
When I looked out the window, the sun was already rising.
Even though he had stayed up all night, Raidrun’s gaze was sharper than ever.
As I left the office, Deputy Commander Roger, who had been waiting, approached me.
“Is everyone here?”
“Yes, everything is ready.”
Raidrun climbed straight up the wall.
Entrance to Gardlock Castle.
There were over ten thousand demons gathered in the vast plain.
These were the soldiers of the 8th Division who had gathered for the air raid that was to begin today.
Suddenly, Raidrun’s expression as he looked at the soldiers darkened.
‘Many people will die.’
Even if the battle doesn’t last long, the damage will be significant.
Perhaps most of the soldiers gathered here would die.
Because that’s what the Demon King wanted.
Because the scale of the war has continued to shrink for 100 years, the number of demons has grown too large.
One of the hidden goals of this war was to eliminate the demons who were overly swarming in a small territory.
‘Their deaths mean nothing now.’
Raidrun thinks.
That in this false world their deaths have no value.
It’s just a false dedication to maintaining a lie.
Meaningless death and sacrifice.
‘That’s not right.’
Raidrun vowed.
‘I will make sure that your deaths are not in vain, that they are worthwhile.’
Raidrun took a deep breath.
My heart is swelled as if it will burst.
He screams as if he’s spewing everything out.
“Everyone listen up!”
The screams filled with magic echoed loudly across the wide plains.
The soldiers swallowed and listened intently at the momentum in his voice.
“We are the Demons! The Demons are warriors born to fight!”
Raidrun stretched out his hand powerfully.
“Fight! Die! Like a demon! For the honor of the demon!”
Anyway, the soldier dies.
If I had to die anyway, I wanted to die as honorably as possible.
So that they can be proud at the moment of their death.
“Prove to yourselves that you are demons!”
“Whaaaaaaaaaaah-!”
Ten thousand soldiers screamed like crazy.
Even if you don’t understand exactly what Raidrun said.
The will and spirit contained within it was enough to make everyone’s heart beat.
“…”
Leaving behind a huge roar, Raidran turned around.
He walked down the wall with a stern face and recited in a determined voice.
“I will remember you.”
He vowed.
I will restore and return the lost honor of the Demon Tribe.
***
The devil’s border.
It was a term referring to the front line between humans and the demon race that had been maintained for the past hundred years.
There were many slash-and-burn farmers living near the border of Ma.
Those who, for whatever reason, cannot live in a normal territory.
Most of them had committed crimes or escaped from slavery, but there were also those who did not.
“Mr. Barzen. Are you going hunting again?” “Yes. I think I need some meat.” “Be careful. I know Mr. Barzen’s swordsmanship well, but I’ve heard that the front lines are a bit unstable these days.”
The man continued speaking in a worried voice.
“At times like these, the demons are sure to come. Even if you’re Mr. Barzen, if you meet an ogre, you’ll just squeak!”
The man pretended to cut his own throat.
“So you have to be careful.” “Haha! I’ll keep that in mind.”
Barzen laughed heartily and started walking again.
“Mr. Barzen. Be careful! There have been a lot of demons lately.” “Oh, Mr. Barzen. Are you going hunting?”
Every time I passed by on the street, people pretended to know me.
It may be because there aren’t many people in the village, but Barzen’s case was a little more special.
Because Barzen was like a guardian protecting this village.
The fallen aristocracy
He is said to have been a knight of great fame in the past.
However, his family was implicated in treason.
In the end, he had no choice but to run away to the edge of the devil and become a slash-and-burn farmer. – This was the background of the man named Barzen.
During the five years Barzen lived in the village, no one questioned his background.
“This town is nice and quiet, but it’s so narrow that it’s a problem.”
Barzen muttered as he came out of the village.
“I don’t have a proper place to practice… Should I just live alone?”
A place some distance from the village.
Arriving in front of a steep cliff, Barzen drew his sword.
“Phew…”
Take a deep breath.
The sword in his hand moves slowly.
Whoosh!
The sword cut through the air.
A very ordinary bet.
However, the results were anything but ordinary.
Kugugugugugugu…!
A huge cliff collapses.
The cliffs cut cleanly along the sword path were sliding down as if by magic.
A result that is simply unbelievable to have been created by humans.
In fact, Barzen’s real name was different.
Legend of the Dracaen Empire, Basel Scott.
He continued to practice swordsmanship alone, wandering around remote places like this.
“Hmm… I don’t like it.”
That’s when Basel Scott frowned.
A beautiful voice was heard behind him.
“You don’t like it? That’s great. And it barely uses any mana.”
Basel Scott shook his head without looking back.
“The original target was the tree behind the cliff. I think I only cut down about half of it.”
Basel Scott’s words were not a lie.
In fact, on the other side of the cliff there was a huge tree, scarred as if it had been cut by something sharp.
“Wow~ This is really amazing. You’ve grown more than I thought.” “Because time has passed.” “That’s right. About one hundred and fifty years?” “One hundred and fifty-three years, to be exact.”
Finally, Basel Scott turned around.
There stood a woman with pure white skin and wearing a black dress.
No, I wonder if it’s okay for her to be a woman.
Her face has no eyes, nose or mouth.
There are only huge lips.
The Demon King’s Army’s 3rd Corps Commander, Hemis, faced Basel Scott.
“Oh my! How come your face looks younger?”
Hemis covered her lips and spoke in a surprised voice.
Because in her eyes, the Basel Scott looked like a middle-aged man in his forties.
He looked at least 20 years younger than when I last saw him.
“Where’s your beard? It was a bit unsightly, but it had its own charm.” “I hate taking care of it.” “That’s a real shame.”
Contrary to what he said, his voice showed no regret at all.
“Anyway, it’s really amazing. Who would call you a 300-year-old man?” “You haven’t changed at all. One hundred and fifty years ago. You’re the same as you were then.” “I take good care of my skin.”
For a moment, Basel Scott’s eyebrows twitched.
“Are you kidding?”
“I’m kidding.”
“Your personality has changed.”
“Really? Well, I guess I’ve gotten a little brighter. Hohohoho!”
Hemis laughed in his characteristically high tone.
Basel Scott shook his head and laughed heartily.
“Ha, that eerie laughter feels good. I guess I’m getting old.”
A laughter that used to be so annoying and scary that it gave me PTSD.
One, over 150 years have made us forget our fears and replaced them with a spirit of triumph.
“So. Are you here to finish the match that you couldn’t finish?”
“Hmm~ Similar.”
Hemis chuckled.
“To be exact, I came to catch the coward who ran away with his tail between his legs one hundred and fifty years ago.” “If anyone heard that, they’d misunderstand. That wasn’t an escape, it was a strategic retreat.” “Anyway, those so-called legends are all full of pride. When you actually look into it, it’s nothing.”
Hemis traced her red lips with her tongue.
“But I think it’ll be quite fun this time.” “Fun… was that what you were after?” “Do you need anything else?” “You’ve always been like that. You treat everything as mere entertainment.”
“…”
“The war where lives are lost, the battle where honor is at stake, they were just games to you.” “Hmm~ If it’s a sermon, I don’t really want to hear it.” “That’s just my personal opinion.”
Basel Scott continued.
“I thought about the reason. How can you do that? Is every battle just entertainment to you? As I was thinking, I suddenly realized.” “Oh my, it’s amazing that you noticed something I didn’t even know. What is it?”
Basel Scott answered in a dreary voice.
“Because no one was a threat to you. Without fear, everything seemed like fun and games to you.”
He raised his sword.
“I will make you realize the emotion of fear today. Then you will no longer be able to talk nonsense about fun in the face of a life-threatening battle.” “Do you fight with your mouth? Anyway, old people talk too much.”
As soon as Hemis’ words fell, Basel Scott kicked the ground.
