The demon god of detection and transformation. That was his nickname.
"… That's strange."
"What's your problem?"
"I found out the approximate location, but I can't find out anything more."
"Where is it?"
"It was at the Salomon Academy."
I finally understood a little bit. If it were there, even with his power, its exact location would not be known. Since it is the main stage of this world, there will be all kinds of restrictions.
"This is difficult. As I understand it, Salomon Academy is famous for its massive size. How on earth should I find it in such a large place... ."
He asked me if I understood his intention. "What do you want?"
"I want to use Andromalius' other power, 'Transformation.'"
"You have so much guts that it's too much for a mere human."
From his perspective, it would be like being installed by someone who is no different from an ant.
The snake in his hand crawled up and bit the back of my neck.
His symbol, the snake pattern, was engraved there.
"You are my apostle as long as your covenant with me remains in force. If you do not keep your promise, your soul will be subject to me."
"… All right."
I just wanted to use it once, but I suddenly became an apostle and gained powers. It was an unintended harvest. My soul was subordinate to Asmodeus anyway, so I got it for free.
'It's up to you to take it, but the owner is different. Hey.'
"Then go."
"I wonder if… ."
"What is it?"
"Could you please open the portal to Salomon Academy?"
"… Do you really want to die?"
"Aren't I'm an apostle in name and nature? Please help me."
Andromalius, who thought for a moment, created a portal in front of him.
"Don't bother me anymore."
"Thank you."
After saying thanks politely, I walked towards the portal. The moment I was about to go inside, I suddenly stopped because I remembered something I had forgotten.
"Why are you doing this?"
"I… … ."
Andromalius looked slightly annoyed.
"What else?"
I spoke carefully, with as friendly an expression as possible.
"… Can I take something from the warehouse?"
Was it my imagination that I heard the sound of something breaking?
"The apostleship is cancelled. I have to kill you right here and now... ."
"Haha, just kidding, just kidding!"
I made up my mind about my future plans.
'First of all… ."
Academy admission. That is the first step for me to survive in this world.
***
Meanwhile, a party of warriors was camping in the forest near the Demon King's Castle. The group stared at each other silently across the campfire.
Crack. Crack.
Embers flew everywhere as if the fire spirit was dancing, but the atmosphere was infinitely cold. The first to speak was the party leader, the warrior Ras.
"… I guess it won't work. Lin, what's wrong with you?"
Lin responded aggressively. She was already irritated all the way to the top of her head.
"What?"
"Are you asking because you don't know? The power of the magic is low, and the timing is off!"
"So do you know what you're doing well? What does this person who is the leader of the party know how to do? You doesn't know tactics, You doesn't have a lot of information, and You can't use martial arts properly. To be honest, aren't you a 'usless' guy? Without the blessings of the gods, I guess you're no different from an incompetent ordinary person, right? Am I wrong?"
Ras got upset and stood up.
"What? Am I being funny because I say such nice things?"
Lin also shouted without giving up.
"Wouldn't it be funny to be an incompetent warrior like you who all he knows how to do is lie in the arms of that lecherous nun every day?"
Saint Lea was taken aback by the sudden attack and became angry.
"Lewdness? What the! If you think about it that way, isn't it quite a challenge? Do you know what I do every night?"
"Where did this bitch talk nonsense…?" !"
Gradually, the voices began to get louder, and it started shouting along with all kinds of swear words.
Knight Commander Teresa sighed deeply and just watched this situation.
After arguing for about an hour, the group of warriors fell asleep from exhaustion without coming to any conclusion. This had been their daily routine lately.
This whole situation ultimately started with the withdrawal of Abel Croy, the party's assistant wizard.
When he was there, the party members probably didn't really feel it, but his auxiliary magic was important enough to increase the party's power by more than 30%.
As the buffs that they took for granted like part of their body disappeared, it was inevitable that they would not be able to use as much strength as they used to. It was natural because they were not in thire power to begin with.
It wasn't for nothing that he was chosen for the warrior party. In addition to that, he knew a lot of small information such as tactics, the physiology of demons, and other things, and crucially, he took a lot of the stress of the party members and was unintentionally acting as a neutralizer for the party.
His absence inevitably caused conflict in the party.
The night was deep.
The shabby sleeping bag located a little away from the group was empty.
The owner of the sleeping bag was in deep meditation, cross-legged, using the moonlight as a lamp.
Eventually, he stood up, looked in the direction where his companions were sleeping, and thought for a moment.
'Should I kill them?'
His name is Carl Damian. He is a porter for the warrior party -
'No. It's not time yet. Yeah, not yet... .'
Socheonma, the successor to Cheonma Shingyu, who unified the central plains for the first time in the history of Murim, was Cheonak Cheon.
He smiled as he remembered someone.
'Abel Croy, he's an interesting guy.'
Cheonak cheon was a person who never believed in fate, but somehow, he had a strong premonition that if he followed he's goal, he would encounter him again.
'Then I will kill you with my own hands.'
Of course, he had no intention of saving him.