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EP.62 Chapter 6■ ■■■ Kingdom's Hero Sage (■)
'The Demon King... He didn't forget me.'
A full month and 5 days had passed.
She thought he had forgotten her.
She thought he would never look for her again.
She thought he would keep her imprisoned forever until she withered away...
'This must be the end?'
Heroes and Demon Kings are beings that must kill each other.
Though the Demon King had unusually imprisoned her, the hero, for a long time without killing her, he too must be calling her now led by the call of fate.
As she got closer to the great hall where the Demon King was, Sage felt her heart pounding.
-Avenge me.
Bergio's voice became clearer and clearer.
She remembered why she had come to kill the Demon King.
Bergio's enemy.
Because he killed her master.
She too came to kill the enemy who killed her master.
Kill him. Kill him. Kill him.
Kill the Demon King.
If there was one regrettable thing.
'Vivian said she would come tomorrow too...'
Vivian's existence visiting her every night now.
That was her only lingering attachment.
'It's okay. If I defeat the Demon King...'
She would be able to save her.
Even now with shackles, overflowing mana surged in her body.
She would ambush him when he let his guard down.
That was Sage's plan.
Clank clank.
The door opened.
She saw the Demon King seated in the great hall.
And beside him stood the Demon King's loyal subjects - the priestess, female knight, dragon-kin, half-vampire, and succubus.
Along with the mages who betrayed the kingdom.
They stood in a line to the Demon King's left and right, glaring at her.
Those who killed all the comrades who came with her.
Their attire was too obscene to look at properly, but they were all incredibly skilled individuals.
"It's been a while."
The Demon King's deep, gloomy voice spread through the great hall.
She gritted her teeth at the rising disgust.
"You seem to be doing better than I thought. Your skin looks better than before."
Her skin that hadn't seen sunlight for a long time was fair and white.
The muscles toned through training were looser than before, and the calluses on her fingers had also disappeared.
"You imprisoned Sage."
"Imprisoned, you say. Weren't there ways to exercise inside?"
"..."
"Well, it doesn't matter what you did in prison. What's important is that I remembered you and called for you. You know what that means, right?"
"Kill me. Sage would rather die than be violated by you."
"Violated, huh. Isn't there something we need to do before that?"
"What?"
"A duel."
A duel?
Sage frowned.
She didn't understand the Demon King's words.
A duel?
She was already shackled.
It was a situation where the superior and inferior were clearly defined.
It wasn't her asking for a duel, but the Demon King proposing it first.
What's his ulterior motive?
"You're trying to deceive Sage!"
"I have no intention of deceiving you. If you win the duel, I'll give you a reward. If you want, I'll even consider sending you back to the kingdom."
"...You expect me to believe that?"
"What will you do if you don't believe it?"
"..."
It's a simple matter.
If she wins, her wish will be fulfilled.
If she can't win, her future will become darker.
"Alright. Let's duel. Sage is confident."
I snapped my fingers.
Then, two priests waiting outside the great hall appeared carrying a sword.
"It's the holy sword. The problem is to defeat my champion while wielding that sword."
The remaining priest removed the shackles binding Sage's hands and feet.
Clank!
Her two arms and legs were free.
Sage thought.
Who among the subordinates standing behind the Demon King would fight her?
'I didn't get to see them fight properly...'
Whoever comes out, she'll face them with her best effort.
That was Sage's iron rule.
"You seem to be looking for your opponent. However, my champion to face you is not them."
"What?"
Then who?
The Demon King opened his mouth.
-Rise.
As soon as his voice filled with demonic energy ended, the demonic energy filling the surroundings split and a pitch-black space appeared.
As if space was distorting and a new dimension appeared.
A figure walked out of the pitch-black darkness.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
What came out through the gap in the split space was very familiar to Sage's eyes.
"Huh?"
Familiar armor.
Though distorted here and there making it hard to recognize its shape, Sage who had seen it countless times knew.
The kingdom's seal engraved on the left chest, the splendid pauldrons and the mithril armor famous for its hardness.
The knight called the strongest in the kingdom whose name she no longer remembered.
The knight who was her master.
It was Bergio's armor.
The armor of her once respected master moved on its own and stood before her.
Holding a terribly polluted sword.
He had become a Dullahan.
That monster said to have become undead unable to forget its grudge after dying losing its head.
Her proud master.
The knight called the kingdom's strongest in life.
Now stood before her as an ugly monster after death.
Black smoke rose from the neck area.
It was as dense and dark as the power he had in life.
"M-Master?"
"You know. Is it because you were together for a long time?"
"Y-You, what have you done! H-How could you do this to Master!"
Sage shouted at the Demon King looking down at her from the throne.
He smiled as if he had expected this.
"It's thanks to you, Sage."
"...What? Because of Sage?"
"Thanks to you becoming my power, I was able to raise him again. I had quite a hard time settling the soul of the dead again. It would have been impossible if his grudge wasn't deep."
"What do you mean...?"
The Demon King's gaze looking down at her was cold.
"Didn't you know? After you were defeated by me, the thousands of soldiers you brought became my power. Do you know why I didn't look for you?"
He twisted the corners of his mouth, still smiling coldly.
"I was too busy digesting the power I took from you."
"I-It's because Sage did something wrong...?"
"You don't have to believe it if you don't want to."
There was a little lie mixed in.
The real reason I was able to create a Dullahan with Bergio's vengeful spirit was thanks to the hero's power that priestess Vivian brought me.
With 5,000 corpses, not sex, I could only increase the dungeon's size and power.
It wasn't directly connected to my power.
But what does it matter what the truth is?
What mattered was that thanks to her, I was able to revive Bergio as a loyal subordinate.
'He seems a bit weaker than when he was alive...'
That was an issue that could be sufficiently resolved if I found his head again later.
And Vivian still had elements left that could be used to break Sage.
So there was no need to break her faith in her.
"Why are you making such a sad face at this touching reunion between master and disciple?"
"You bastard..."
Sparks flew in Sage's glaring eyes.
Hatred and anger.
But it was different from what I had seen before.
There was no sense of mission as a hero at all.
Just personal revenge.
Has she completely forgotten that she's a hero?
It was certain that a considerable part of her memories had been lost.
"I'll kill you!"
Holy power rose from her entire body.
Along with the demonic energy I had secretly infiltrated.
"I'll put Master to rest with my sword and smash you, Demon King!"
She didn't notice, having become accustomed to demonic energy for a long time.
That she herself was using demonic energy and holy power together.
That because of that, the holy sword's power couldn't be exerted 100%.
Whoosh!
Holy power mixed with demonic energy rose from the holy sword.
The holy power was murkier than before.
Sage, blinded by anger, didn't notice.
-Avenge me...
Bergio's voice was heard nearby.
-Avenge me. Kill the ...king who made me die.
It's a lie.
It can't be words asking to kill the king.
It must surely be that Demon King.
"Don't worry. Sage will definitely avenge you."
To do that, she had to cut down her master who had become a Dullahan.
Because of me.
Master who I made like that.
'I have to do it.'
For his honor.
For new revenge.
And for her own atonement.
Though she had never been able to defeat him even once in his lifetime.
She vowed.
"Begin. This will be fun entertainment."
Master.
Sage will definitely win.
I'm sorry.
She gripped the holy sword in her hand.
A somewhat murky light rose from the holy sword.
She swung the sword.
-The sword is too light.
Bang!
-You have too many distracting thoughts when swinging.
Clang!
-How long do you plan to stay fallen? No matter how much you pretend to cry, enemies won't go easy on you.
Crash!
Demonic energy and holy power collided.
Sage had to admit every time she fought the Dullahan.
The fact that this Dullahan was made with Master's body and soul.
The sword path and footwork were too familiar.
The iron wall-like swordsmanship that made her feel a wall every time she attacked.
But the sword wasn't slow either.
The more so, the guilt inherent in her grew larger.
-Avenge me.
Bergio's words that shouted to her every day even felt like they were created because of her.
It's not because of Sage.
Sage didn't kill Master.
Master... was killed by the Demon King.
The Demon King revived him as undead too!
Sage did nothing wrong!
-You still have too many distracting thoughts.
"Kuk!"
A red line was drawn on her cheek.
'I thought I had become strong enough.'
Master's strength was too much for her to overcome.
At that moment, the master pulled his body back.
A gap was visible for just a moment.
But this is a trap.
-Be even more wary when a favorable enemy retreats. It will be preparing for a bigger strike.
She knew because it was a combat method her master had emphasized many times.
As expected.
Master unleashed a big strike with the same technique as when he was alive.
A downward strike that would crush the opponent's shoulder.
It was an attack Sage could sufficiently predict.
Whoosh!
She easily avoided the attack.
Bergio's sword didn't reach her.
"Oh my... Is this the limit of an undead incapable of thinking?"
The Demon King's regretful voice was heard.
I can win.
Now if I cut down Master's Dullahan that I created.
I will be able to lessen the guilt I bear towards Master.
"Vivian would have liked seeing this."
What?
Sage's sword gripped the Dullahan's heart.
Stab!
-Your attack is shallow due to hesitation. Don't show mercy to your opponent.
The holy sword couldn't pierce Bergio's heart.
She seemed to hear Bergio's voice scolding her.
"Ah."
Bergio's sword aimed at her neck.
"The match is decided."
"C-Coward! You interfered in the fight!"
Sage knew how hollow that cry sounded.
"Do you think such an excuse will work?"
The Demon King's words were utterly cold.
From the beginning, the absolute superior in this situation was the Demon King.
She knew.
That it wasn't a fair fight to begin with.
Because Sage had become weak, unable to do any actual combat or training for over a month.
You expected the Demon King to use any means, didn't you?
"Kuk..."
"Now that you've lost, you must pay the proper price, right?"
Bergio struck Sage's hand with the flat of his sword.
Clang.
The holy sword slipped from Sage's hand and rolled on the floor.
It felt like her fallen state was exactly the same as the sword on the floor.
"Come here."
"..."
Sage hesitantly approached the Demon King.
She had no right of refusal.
She thought of suicide too, but.
Vivian kept lingering in her mind.
'I'll come back again.'
She said she'd come.
Vivian said she would come today too.
So.
'Sage must live.'
As she approached the Demon King's throne, he said.
"Come and take off my pants."
"..."
"Surely you're not thinking of breaking your promise?"
Sage obediently followed the Demon King's words.
She took off the Demon King's pants and.
Thump!
His hugely erect penis slapped her cheek.
'It's dirty.'
The unpleasant smell of demonic energy vibrated terribly.
Irritation welled up.
"Suck it."
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