97 – Permanent Death (1)

“does not exist.”

It was a short answer.

There is nothing to check.

I did not come here to become an executive.

Can you tell me what you think… . If you think about it, it doesn’t matter if you talk to the King of Death.

Because the Demon King will respond slowly.

You’d think it would play into your hands anyway.

It will only change when I make up my mind and try to get out of here.

The King of Death thought for a moment, then nodded.

It’s the attitude that I won’t care too much no matter what.

“Then I can’t help.”

“Right.”

The King of Death put a sense of distance like a knife.

Due to his nature, if you are a warlock of the same class, you will have a good impression on him.

However, for the sake of the demon lord, he took on a form that could not be used as a help to an opponent who was not sure that he was completely an ally.

yes it should have been

Even if it was me, it didn’t matter much since this wasn’t the only way to get help from the King of Death.

It’s just a bit disappointing compared to the King of the Dead, but Professor Ophelia has found a way to properly mix black magic and magic.

I have no regrets in this transaction.

As I got up and started walking, I found a maid hiding in a corner.

She looked at me with her trembling body.

“I’m sorry!”

“…Why are you sorry?”

I didn’t really understand.

The reason for this was brought out by the maid herself.

“I recognized the next executive as a student!”

“It doesn’t mean anything because I don’t intend to become an executive.”

“That, but he’s a person who can become an executive.”

That’s right.

After nodding her head, the maid lowered her head and said.

“Please punish…!”

“What the hell did you do wrong and you want to be punished…”

I couldn’t understand at all, so I pressed the head of the maid with her head down and left the room of the king of the dead.

As it is the realm of the King of Death, no matter what I say, it will be heard.

“There are more places to go.”

“Yes, yes!”

As if I threw away all the cold-looking maid, the maid followed me in a hurry.

I haven’t been there many times so I can’t remember exactly, but I had a maid who was familiar with this demon castle.

“Where is this blacksmith’s shop?”

“What if it’s a forge?”

“The greatest smithy.”

The maid, who was lost in thought for a moment, answered.

“Are you talking about the blacksmith’s place where Cyclops resides…?!”

“hit.”

“Go, is it okay if I go?”

There is a reason her answer is unstable.

Cyclops hate it when people cross their forges.

A forbidden area where non-Demon Kings cannot enter.

So I don’t know where it is.

I have nothing to do anyway, do I need to know?

However, if you want to get a piece of equipment from him, you have to go.

The maid, who was stunned by my resolute attitude, started guiding me slowly.

In the meantime, there was a ruffian who was blocking the way they were going.

“Hey Vero, what is that kid?”

“Are you the student you’re supposed to be in charge of? You look very weak.”

Anyone could see that the two Mine were showing off that they were bullies.

They also had horns on their heads, albeit a small one.

It’s not that strange.

That’s how demons are discriminated against by both humans and demons.

Do you like Mine’s personality? He’s a human with half of his body filled with demonic energy.

Except for certain cases, it was only natural that he had such a twisted personality.

In particular, demons subtly underlie the idea that they are superior to humans.

My maid, who is a demon but doesn’t have that kind of attitude, is unusual.

Did she say her name was Vero?

Bero warned.

“You guys can get into trouble.”

“Well, it’s not very good to mess with recruited students, but isn’t it right to tell who’s on top here?”

“Yes, when I see a human kid holding his head stiffly in the realm of demons, I naturally get angry.”

Mine naturally approached me.

Vero looks at me with a strange gaze.

I know he’s a candidate for executive position, but I don’t think he’s powerlessly strong at all, so I’m wondering if it’s okay to leave it as it is.

“I-I’ll stop you.”

“done.”

What is the point of receiving help from those demons who are not even high-level demons?

I stepped forward, and the demons laughed at me.

“You’re full of courage! You’re not going to hide behind a woman? I’ll appreciate that.”

“Today I was going to let you roll on the floor, but I’ll finish it with a few hits.”

“It’s noisy.”

He sighed.

Instead of paying attention to these small things, I plan to meet the blacksmith quickly.

Amplify directly to the root of the star.

The power is definitely different.

Originally, it took a long time to amplify, and the power of the magic that could be used was low because it was using the mana that only the origin of the stars contained, but now I had my own circle.

If he made up his mind, he could use magic that could be used by an elder of the Mage Tower.

Even if you think about it like this, it’s insignificant compared to the fact that you can use demonic energy.

When a magic circle was drawn on the floor, the demons reacted unexpectedly.

“He’s not a bad guy.”

“But with that, we…”

However, the magic circle grew larger and more magnificent, and began to contain more magic power.

The faces of the two demons turn pale.

“Bounce!”

As befits a demon with no pride, as soon as I realized that my power overpowered them, I started to run away with all my might.

But it was too late.

It’s too late from the point of already quarreling.

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Just like that, the heads of the two demons flew off.

puff-!

“Well….”

I thought it was a bit harsh after blowing it up, but it’s not a problem anyway.

At most, he was a demon, and he received some preferential treatment at the castle, but that doesn’t mean he’s an important person.

When I turned my head, Vero’s face was pale.

She sees her legs trembling.

Did he guess that my temper was cruel after seeing me mercilessly blowing off the devil’s head?

“let’s go.”

“Ah, I see.”

Vero continued to guide the way, forcibly dragging his trembling legs, and soon after that, he could see a signboard with an anvil embedded in it, the symbol of a blacksmith.

Since Cyclops is also an executive in the Demon King’s army, like the King of Death, a space the size of a large castle was completely given to him alone.

Since this was the domain of the Cyclops, there were many other forges covering the area.

Of course, I haven’t seen it anywhere else.

I moved to meet the legendary blacksmith who had lived for a long time.

Vero’s face was so pale that he was on the verge of passing out.

Since Cyclops’ eccentric tendencies are so severe, it seems that his notoriety is quite high in the castle of the devil.

The flesh and bones of people who trespassed recklessly were made into weapons, or they were thrown into the lava in the smithy and burned.

Since he did various cruel things, it must be so.

“There is no need to be afraid.”

“Yes, yep?”

“Because Cyclops is weaker than me.”

However, the good news is that Cyclops are not transcendent.

It is said that he is weaker than me.

If the blacksmith is strong enough to transcend, isn’t that a foul?

Even if the Cyclops threw us at the door, we wouldn’t die from it.

Well, even if I die, I won’t die.

Vero was at least relieved.

Nodding his head, he spurred through the front door of the smithy where the Cyclops, also called the gate of hell, was located.

The scorching heat is already hitting us.

If you go deeper, it’s the heat that makes your flesh ripen.

“You’re eccentric.”

Even if you look around, it is not a space where the Demon King’s army officers are likely to be alive.

Far from being decorated, it was made of hard stone walls, and even that hadn’t been properly cleaned, so dust and dirt accumulated.

It is a natural result since there is no one to manage this large building.

It’s not something the Cyclops themselves have to manage.

take a step deeper

It was evident that my body was weak, so I gradually became short of breath, and sweat began to flow down my face.

The level of heat had reached the point where I couldn’t stand it.

Vero supports me as I stumble for a while.

“That… are you really stronger than Cyclops-sama?”

“…”

I wanted to say something disrespectful.

But I thought so.

It’s because I’m confused about whether I’m strong or not.

When I reached the center with Vero’s support.

I arrived at his space completely.

A regular knocking sound resounded, revealing a little bit of the Cyclops’ shape.

Standing on the other side of the burning fire, he is the height of a short, fat child.

However, the appearance was that of an innocent old man, with a shaggy beard covering most of his face.

A race that was destroyed by the demon king’s army in the old days,

A race that became legendary along with the elves.

And now, a legend that lives and breathes alone.

It was a dwarf.

He turned his head and made a groaning noise.

As strong as the years I have lived, the pressure presses down on my body.

“What! You came into my studio, you want to become minced meat!”

“Noisy. Dwarf.”

Whiririk – Empty!

The dagger I threw stuck right into his anvil.

I didn’t have to look good for him anyway.

No matter how flattering, flattering, and all sorts of bribes are offered.

You can’t get even a handful of minerals from Cyclops.

As the only surviving Dwarf, he has experienced everything.

Some masters have lived a long time to move as one.

The only thing possible is the demon king who holds him perfectly and an artifact that will remind him of his memories.

As soon as he saw the dagger, the Cyclops, who had been furious with fire, regained his composure.

“…This.”

“Cersia’s Altar Sword.”

His trembling hand points to the dagger.

The hand that had been groping for the dagger recalled the long past and recalled old things one by one.

“Ah, traces of you still remain.”

His body, which was driven by instinct and desire, regains its intelligence for a moment.

Instead of the two eyes stained with madness like a moment ago, the two eyes that regained their focus were looking straight at me.

Stop beating the hammer like a madman and stand in front of me.

Even though I’m not tall yet, Cyclops was quite short.

he says

“This altar sword belonged to my former colleague, the warlock.”

The story of the Cyclops is complicated.

I didn’t hear it directly, but I heard it indirectly from the demon king.

I didn’t pay attention to his old years like that.

I want to get paid for reminding me of memories for a while.

“Right.”

“You have awakened my sanity, boy. Before my sanity collapses again, I will grant you one wish.”

I was troubled for a while.

Even before the return, this had happened.

When he saw my dagger, he came to his senses.

But at that time, there was no need to ask and ask to make something.

After all, you can ask the demon king to make something for you.

But now that I think about it, I missed a big opportunity.

Although the current Cyclops are great blacksmiths, they cannot recreate artifact-level objects.

His broken mind also lowered his level.

However, he was able to make artifact-level weapons only in situations where he was conscious.

He regained an opportunity he had overlooked before returning.