My parents, who died at an early age, were Catholic missionaries.
"Isaac, what happens if you lie?"
"He's a bad boy, so he's going to hell, right?"
"Nope. Yes, I don't have any pocket money this month."
He was indeed a missionary.
Of course, the son would later become the head of a heinous demon instead of being buried as a skeleton, but that didn't really matter.
They didn't care if their son was the devil or Sura's way, they were just parents who told him not to take responsibility for his actions.
Therefore, I thought that the Skeleton King had been living without shame to himself and had adapted to life in the second round.
'Bone... Bone....'
He hadn't adapted to his appearance for hundreds of years.
He wants to bend his pride and become human enough to sign employment contracts with his enemies, the gods...
It was.
It was.
"Oh my, the baby saint has woken up."
What is it? Is this dog-like situation?
The Skeleton King could not understand what had happened to him.
Of course, he doesn't know why he's in this place when he should be trapped inside a worm.
'A saint?'
Saints?
Speaking of saints, isn't he the head of the Divine Camp, which is heinous and sloppy!
In fact, the Skeleton King still couldn't forget.
He was still a low-level skeleton.
- Kill! Kill every single one of them!
The human bastards bit some of that bread... No, to be honest, the bread was a bit bigger, but anyway, I wonder how many paladins are attached to the baby beast who whimpered that he had taken some of the bread.
- Ah, there! The skeleton takes it and runs away! Take care of it!
He had gone to rescue the Cub Demon Beast, and he had almost been destroyed by a single blow of divine magic.
What was it like after he became the undead king Rich?
- Wipe out the territory of the Demon Clan!
The Holy Faction bastards were the ones who invaded and bothered other people's territory.
Of course, the lions of the great nation were sniffing in other people's lands, so they beat up their representatives and hung them...
- The Demon King beat the saint and hung her from a tree! This is a clear declaration of war!
Maybe it was a bit excessive, but anyway, for the Skeleton King, the Holy Faction was indeed a heinous and petty bastard.
After all, it was the first time a saint existed, but it was probably similar to the saint he had beaten up.
'The saint rang all the ages from the first to the eighties and sent them back to the Holy Empire, but anyway.'
Being a saint would be no different.
They would be the ones who would use the name of the gods to discredit the demon tribe.
So why do he call himself a saint?
No, it was actually a matter before that.
'Why did you become human?'
What is it?
The skeleton king, who had become a sleepy infant, tilted his head.
He couldn't finish the analysis completely due to lack of time, but the
It was definitely a sealing technique that trapped those who rebelled against the gods.
Even because it sucks souls wherever it fled, even past catastrophes were trapped by worms and succumbed to the gods.
It is doubtful how the Tai Advanced Holy Law, which had disappeared once upon a time, came about, but it was a powerful sex law anyway.
'I interrupted you at the end, but there's no way you can't lose my soul.'
But not maggots, but entered the human body?
Is it also in the body of a saint?
What is it?
What are we going to do?
The Skeleton King had to seriously consider their intentions.
'I'm sorry these things were pampered, but they were sent to human bodies with the least conscience...'
No, it never went.
'What kind of bastards are they?'
They saw themselves struggling to feed their subordinates with self-sufficiency, and while boasting about their money, the demon tribe was the most suitable for the poor skeleton.
Of course, he didn't expect to break the official contract with his name, but he didn't want to make himself a human until the end, and he was afraid that the "Undead Demon King" would lose his divine weakness.
It was the undead who were weaker in divine power than the devil.
'They're like bad business owners who ignore employment contracts and eat remuneration.'
So it was even weirder.
Why would they bother to seal themselves with an insignificant worm?
Due to the nature of the jiddle and arrogant bastards, it was not strange to lock themselves in a worm and torture them for the rest of their lives.
'But why did you miss the trick?'
Just one if there's a possibility.
- Our King,
- To no avail. No one whose name is written here can be identified.
'Yes, name!'
His name was Isaac.
However, no matter how much I fixed it, the name I understood here was
'Is the name a loophole?'
It's a trick to seal the soul in the place where the name is written, but the premise was wrong in the first place.
Of course, that didn't make it even more difficult to know why he had entered this body.
Why the hell?
'Could it be that this bastard's name is Isaac...'
But soon, the Skeleton King smiled rottenly.
'Anyway...'
But that was then.
The man, who appeared to be an attendant, waved his hand wildly.
"Peekaboo, Isaac, look here! If you cry, the evil demon lord will take you away, Isaac peekaboo!"
"Oh my, what if I just called the baby saint's name!"
"Oh, sorry. I'm going to cry, so stop without me realizing it."
"It's because of your face, get out of the way!"
At the same time, the Skeleton King also scoffed at it.
'Look, it's Isaac. They can't be the same....'
No wait.
... Isaac?
Isaac?
'Isn't that just another pronunciation of Isaac?'
The Skeleton King was embarrassed.
Could it be really?
Of course, if you use magic > < emotions, you'll know more clearly, but that wasn't the point right now.
', even if you come in, it's the body of a divine camp human like a bloke... No matter what, it's still like a dog....'
Therefore, the Skeleton King exclaimed sincerely.
"Wow the human momiya mod!"
The Skeleton King, who babbled unknowingly, was silent for a moment, and then laughed in vain, as if his words were in vain.
'No, no. No matter what, I am the Demon King, but in the body of the agents of the gods....'
"There's a touch in the palm of your hand, and your sense of smell isn't a bone!!!"
Silent again, the Skeleton King coughed.
'But, a man has a pride....'
", you can eat steamed with this! I'm sorry!"
At the sight of the Skeleton King playing separately with thoughts and words, the nanny and the presumptive servants laughed in surprise.
"Oh my, the baby saint is good at babbling."
"What? Nonsense, already? After all, you're a saint, so you're different?"
"...."
To the others, it sounded like just babbling, but the Skeleton King coughed hea
'He's a baby, so he plays with his head and body separately.'
Eventually, the Skeleton King looked around for a moment and prayed to the god he normally wouldn't even seek.
'Thank God Buddha. Thank you to all the gods here, except for the bastards.'
The Skeleton King called hurrah in his heart.
It was the first sense of sight, smell, and touch in hundreds of years.
'! He was so smug, and even that seal failed! It's good!'
He didn't want to make him so human that he broke his contract so badly!
It was a joy for him, who hadn't even felt a sense of sadness in his dead nerves.
But it was rather strange.
'Why don't you turn into a skeleton?'
There was a curse hanging over his soul.
⸢Life and Death Reverse ⸥ (Extinction Class)
It was a curse attached to crossing into this world, a curse of the highest order that even the gods revered and could not remove.
Roughly speaking, everything alive was turning into death, and even he himself couldn't escape the skeleton because he could turn it into a death attribute.
As proof of this, this body had to be skinned and turned into a corpse as soon as his soul touched it.
But why.
'Why?'
Could it be that he was holding down a curse that even the gods couldn't get rid of?
Curious, the Skeleton King closed his eyes for a moment and checked the condition of his body.
'What, this!'
He was even more confident because he was called the Tsushima and could be confident that there was no one to match him in terms of magic and sense.
'It's not an ordinary human body.'
Isn't he called a saint for nothing?
He was only a child, but he had the potential to contain any strength constitutionally.
And almost unlimited!
The fact that it did not turn into a skeleton must have something to do with this blessing.
'How the hell did you beat the blessing?'
Moreover, surprisingly, the owner of this body did not exist in the first place. Many souls disappeared without being able to settle into this body, and he was the only one who landed.
'On the contrary, if I hadn't come in, the body itself might have died.'
At the same time, he was convinced.
Honestly, with this body, he is such a genius that he can even absorb the power of the gods...
The Skeleton King was silent for a moment, then shook his head harshly.
'No, no, no.'
No matter how good the bowl looks, it has pride.
If they were saints, they would be the divine camp anyway, and they were all beings who served the gods and strengthened them.
But to be its pawn?
'Did you turn?'
I self-destructed at the last minute and him, but I think I'll be fooled Si-won Lee with it.
'I'm not going to let the bastards who signed with me go.'
But the Demon King is the agent of those filthy impostors...
That was then.
"Your Majesty also told us to find and honor the Saint who has descended in this revelation, so it will definitely attract attention."
Your majesty?
Emperor of the Empire?
The Skeleton King rolled his eyeballs.
'um... What yes. If you're treated like a guest of honor, you can stay for a while.'
After all, if I got out of here right away, I would have disappeared from the body that I could go back to.
But.
'That's not how long it will be.'
So in the meantime, we have to find another way....
"But on the other hand, it's pitiful. Even if he didn't have to be considered a saint, he is the honorable Confucius from birth, so he will definitely grow up without lack."
... Sound? Confucius? Confucius?
"After all, he is the cultivator of the Five Famous Dukes of the Holy Empire."
Hearing this, the Skeleton King doubted his ears.
Duke son?
Aristocrat?
... So diamond spoons?
"That's the kind of person you are, so you have to be more careful. I don't know where they're going to run for the baby saint."
"Especially the demon tribes might come to target you."
The Skeleton King smiled widely.
'The saint is the best. Gold spoon is the best. He even takes care of it.'
"Oh my, the saint laughs. I don't know what it is, but I think you're in a good mood."
The baby demon lord giggled.
What is a saint in the first place? Aren't they made to feed the gods in times of emergency?
Isn't he God's agent!
Then, if you just shut up and enjoy the prodigal ja, the gods will starve to death!
What if the demon king who thought he had sealed it was eating well and living well, eating the food of the Holy Empire in the saint that Ji cherished?
My blood pressure will go up and I'll hold you in the back of my neck!
'No, I don't.'
The Holy Empire was a kind of self-state of the gods that fed and revived the gods. It's also unique.
Then, if you destroy the Holy Empire, won't the gods also perish?
"Oh my, the baby saint really smiles."
"Why do you feel so good?"
Yes, you don't have to go to the gods in person and bother to expend your strength.
'Let's keep it a secret about me for now.'
Didn't the three attendants here say?
The demons are aiming for the saint.
Then, even if you stay still, won't your subordinates come anyway?
If this was near the Holy Empire, the demon camp was quite far away. So for now, let's wait at the rich house first.
'The only problem is that he's a hard kid to keep his throat open.'
But it didn't matter. This servant next to you now... No, is it a nanny.
Judging from the situation, I didn't know that it was on my way to the mansion. In fact, they were in the wagon together, looking at the sky and worried.
"I need to hurry back before the rain falls."
When it rained, the skeleton king, who was sore from the sacking, laughed that he thought it well.
'Yes. Come on, nanny. I'm hungry and I don't have the strength.'
But that was then.
The woman who was holding him stroked him regretfully.
"It hurts, but I have to get started."
"Yes, as long as you're a candidate for sainthood, you have no choice but to kill them as well."
... Eng?
The Skeleton King winced.
Kill?
Something was off.
"Too bad, you're such a pretty person with such a good smile."
"I can't help it, because the saint must come from our family. That's why I've kidnapped this bloodsucker."
The story became more and more strange.
"Did Gaju notice about this child?"
"Nope. I brought him before that."
They drew their daggers as if it were as planned.
Looking at the sword flashing towards him, the Skeleton King stiffened white.
... No wait.
Guys, wasn't she a nanny?
"Goodbye. He's a kid."
With a flash!
! Was he an assassin!!!