Isekai Mahou wa Okureteru!

A woman stood in a candlelit room.

A glossy limb is wrapped in a knightly outfit, and a sword is inserted into her waist. Her hair is white, her eyes are red with fresh blood, and her skin is brown. In that case, it could be a knight woman or a warrior woman who is not uncommon in the kingdom or the Empire, but what is definitely different from them is the small horn in the head and its pointed ears.

It was a demonic woman. It would not be an exaggeration to say that the demon's general status was the closest to the shape of a human form.

--It may have been a mistake to come here.

One of the demon king's generals, the female swordsman Moura, deeply regretted coming here.

I wish I hadn't responded to such a call.

I just had to leave the castle and focus on the war.

I was dazzled by myself, who couldn't do it, and leaked an easy exhale.

The source of this sigh and concern is that someone called me.

The man who summons Moura is Rishabaam, a man who plays a staff role in the Demon King's army. A skinny man with curly horns growing out of his golden hair. I don't know where it came from, I don't know where it came from, I don't know where it came from. If it was the same Evil God's Fallen Child, I could understand it to some extent, but it was in the unknown.

Recently, the demon king Nakshatra told me to invade the human country.

Moolah was summoned by this frightening wanderer when the date of the invasion had been set for her to do so.

Oh, did you come first?

From outside the room, such a dumb voice resounded.

Hostility was directed at the door, but Rishabham seemed to be blowing the wind somewhere.

There is no sign of being unhappy with the late arrival.

Greetings, Mullah-sama.

"... hmm"

"This, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this, this is,

Of course. You're the only one who knows you're here.

I can't imagine what it's all about.

Say, put your hands on your chest and think about it.

Moura throws up and asks Rishabaam again.

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"So, what are you doing today by summoning me to this place?"

You were in charge of the next battle, right?

"You don't have to check that kind of thing anymore now, do you?" You're the one who taught Nakshatra how to do this. "

"I'm sorry if I upset you. No, I'd like you to take the new evil god's dropper with you next time."

Is that what you showed me last time?

Yes.

Do you have permission from Lord Nakshatra?

We have received it.

I don't care. So where is the new perp?

"Already here."

What?

When Moura asked Rishabaam, she saw a visible change in the room.

Suddenly, the Vale of Darkness was removed from the corner where the dimness dominated.

It was a terrible change, as if there was a tactic in place beforehand.

Eventually, Moora's eyes revealed--

It was an utterly alien monster.

The shaping is asymmetrical from left to right. A form that combines the ferocity and evil of an intelligent animal and a worm.

If a man had seen this, he would have seen the spookiness and the ghastliness that would have struck him.

It is the second time that Moura has seen this, but she reiterates that she is not used to seeing it again and again. Even the demon tribe born of the evil gods was so terrible that they felt terrible. The ugly form made even the demon Mullah feel irreversible ruin.

However, there is nothing to compare with the power contained in it. The demons who had been moving as subordinates until now felt powerful enough to look like babies.

Yes, so much so that what's in front of you is too strong.

In addition, there are some changes regarding this battle.

What's the change?

"It's not my discretion, is it? This is all their will."

If you say that, you can't say no.

"You will go directly to the land of men."

"Directly? What does that mean? The march will take a month, even with wings--"

"No, as soon as you connect spaces with my magic, you can attack them immediately." It goes directly to the capital, which is the center.

"Silly. There's no way I can do that. I'll probably do the talking."

"This is really embarrassing to be underestimated by my power. Well, you'll see it soon enough.

"... is it true?"

Rishabaam nods, "Yes," in response to Moura's question.

However, there are still doubts about the confident way to say it.

If you can do that, why didn't you use it so far?

... no, it must have been easier to reduce the number of demons that were no longer needed by imposing drainage.

I know that. I know that, but there are parts that don't fall into the ground.

The way it is done is too tricky. If you had that power, you could have taken down the human kingdom sooner, without having to do that.

I can't help but feel that I didn't dare to do it.

"...... Rishabham, what is your purpose?"

"The purpose is to take down one of the human kingdoms." That's what Nakshatra-sama wanted. Isn't that right? "

"No, it's not."

What else is there? I'm going to do my best to destroy people."

That's true. This is what we call the great aspiration of the demon race, "to destroy all men from this world in order to fulfill the woe of the evil god." For that reason, I can say that it is a natural move to break down the unity of the country.

There is no mistake. I'm not wrong, but I can't help it if I think there's something else going on. Of course, I understand that it is not to our detriment, but nevertheless, this man's thoughts seemed to be in the midst of a final ruin, which was very creepy.

It's not human ruin, it's like anticipating all ruin.

"I don't want to be hostile to you that way."

"Then stop playing that nasty act right now." The bug spit runs. "

"Then I can't help it." I'll put up with your hostility. "

Moolah became even more hostile to Rishabham's playful remarks.

Almost equal to murderous intent, but where does Rishabham blow the wind? As if looking at something smiling, I'm laughing (...) and (...) floating (...) in (...) or (...).

"How can I afford to stay there?" Are you even thinking about that demon race? "

"No, I didn't think you were enough to scare me."

"Do you think I can't kill you?"

Yeah. In my case, it's not just killing, it's killing, cutting.

Rishabham leaks a creepy sneer about what was interesting when he said that.

I'll kill them all, right?

"Yes, that's right."

And then I started to fool her like this.

"--That means a sorcerer is not dead to the extent that he has been killed once or twice."

What is the meaning of the word? I'm not saying anything.

Then what? Are you saying you're not going to die?

"No, it doesn't mean you're never going to die. But it's definitely a hard thing to kill.

If you won't allow me to exist, you should remember what I said.

... yes, the root of this man's creepiness lies in this. An incomparable versatility. This is one-of-a-kind common sense. A common language that is not common. It's too blurry to see the bottom. It makes you feel like you're pushing your hands into the ocean and looking into the shallows to find out what's going on.

Moolah shifted her gaze from Rishabham to the Devil Clan.

"... come on."

In a word, Rishabaam's demons were obedient, and they showed the gesture that came with them.

Rishabham saw it and made a smile.

A smile so frivolous, so frivolous. There was such uncertainty there, as if she was interested in the reaction of the opponent who saw it by publicly saying that she was hiding one or two things behind her back.

"Please go." I look forward to the outcome of the battle. "

"... without you telling me"

Eventually, after Moura quit the room, Rishabaam's murmur echoed in the room.

"... to usher in a new era, we still have to open the door." Destroy the old for a new creation. The suffering to be born. Even if it leads to all destruction. "

A sneer leaked from the edge of Rishabaam's mouth made the darkness in the room even darker.