I can't stop the blood.
　There was a huge hole in her chest, from which blue blood was flowing down incessantly.
　My flaming crimson hair was now hanging down weakly from the massive amount of blood.
　A party of young men with black hair looked down on me as I fell to my knees.
　The party of brave men, that's what we demons called them.

But ...... is ......!

　I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not.
　The previous blow had gouged out my torso, and blood continued to flow back from my lungs.
　A flashback to the seemingly deadly blow flashed through my brain.

　I am a low level demon.

　I was born as an ogre, a low-class demon, and a kobold, a goblin, an even lower-class demon among them.
　Goblins are born in large numbers, but their strength as individuals is low, and many of them don't live to adulthood.
　So I worked hard to survive.
　It's not that I want to become strong and oppress the weak, but purely for myself to live in peace.

　In addition to training, I chose nutritious foods to eat, avoided fighting strong opponents head-on as much as possible, made friends, and steadily built up my ...... ingenuity.
　In the end, my friends and I rose to the top.
　I've been a goblin, an ogre, a champion, and now a lord.

　When I became the Demon Lord, I was approached by the Demon Lord himself and invited to join the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Army.
　At any rate, I had more than 100 companions and enough strength to crush a small country.
　I guess they valued our strength as a group more than my own strength as an individual.
　The demon king didn't say so, but ...... well, he said that one of the Four Heavenly Kings was killed, so I guess it was timing.

　I was looking for peace and refused at first, but the people around me forced me to do it.
　I had increased the number of friends I had in order to survive, but this was the only time I regretted it a little.
　However, it wasn't that I absolutely hated it, and I eventually accepted the challenge because I thought I might enjoy it.

　However, the other Four Heavenly Kings didn't seem to think well of me.
"He's the weakest of the Four Heavenly Kings," "He's a disgrace to the demon race," "He's just a lowly person who got lucky.
　and so on.
　It was true that the other Four Heavenly Kings were all born demons of the highest rank, so they must have been very uncomfortable with me being a lowly demon.
　I didn't mind it, but my subordinates often got angry when they heard it.
　My second-in-command, in particular, tried to fight me every time, so I had to be careful not to overhear him.
　Thinking about it, I think I started to feel a lot of trouble at that time.
　I began to spend my days trying to make as little noise as possible.

　Then one day, a group of heroes attacked to defeat the Demon King.
　I was ordered to intercept them first. That was fine.
　But the other Four Heavenly Kings had sent my men to defend the castle.
　My strength is as a group, not as an individual.
　The timing was too good to be a coincidence, so I'm sure it was their work.
　They didn't like me very much.
　That's how they set it up, to kill me when they didn't like me.

　

　---- So I confronted the heroic party alone, and up to now.
　They look down on me as I crawl on the ground, but keep their weapons at the ready.
　Their strength is top-notch, and I'm all wounded. Plus, I'm outnumbered.
　It looks like we're done here. I'm sure of it.

"Yuck, yuck, yuck. ......

　I couldn't help but laugh.
　The brave men, seeing me laughing at their predicament, backed away, as if they were creeped out.
　I walked up to them, dragging my feet.

"Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!　That's great, brave men!　But one of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Army, the Demon King Ranga!　We can't just let them beat us so easily!　I'll fight with all my might!

　I declared, and put all my strength into my stomach.
　I put all my strength into my belly. The sound of flesh creaking slowly and the wound closing up.
　As I released my magic to the fullest, my muscles bulged further and the third eye on my forehead opened.
　That's how I fight when I'm at my best.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

　I kick the ground with a mighty scream.
　With each step I took, the rocks I had been using as a foothold shattered into pieces.
　I clench my fist tightly and raise it.
　The hero also readied his sword to intercept me.

　Geeeeeeeee!
　Swords and fists meet, and a shockwave blasts out from them.
　The final battle had begun.
　The brave party and I, each and every one of us, gave it our all in a deadly battle. ---- I lost my life.