A silence enveloped the area.
　Levanov laughed as all eyes were on him.

"Whoa!　It seems that the hero likes to joke!

　After laughing for a while, Levanov glared up at me.
　His eyes were sharp and cold.

"......, but you are too paranoid. People who are delusional are dangerous, even more so when they have power. This needs to be dealt with.
"Mr. Levanoff!

　The man from the guard, who had just shouted, stepped in between us.

"I'm sorry, sir!　Our idiot was talking nonsense. ...... Hey, Daryl!　Now apologize to me!

　The man glared at me as he bowed repeatedly to Levanov.
　I think he's called Vago or something.
　My dad used to bring him over for drinks sometimes.
　Apparently he's worried that I've lost my mind, but ...... I shake my head.

No, that's not how it works. I'm not sure what to do, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it.

　He glared at Levanov and said.
　Vago gasped at my determined words, "There is no need to mend ---- any longer.

"Daryl ...... you ...... shit!　I don't know you!　You idiot!

　He spat wildly and sat down on the ground.
　He may not talk much, but he cares about his father.
　When my dad got divorced, he was the first to ask for advice.
　I chuckled at Vargo's friendship, but returned my gaze to Levanov.

That's why. I'm not going to change my mind about you being a demon.
I'm not going to change my mind about you being a demon. ...... Hmm, nonsense. If I'm a corpse, how do you explain this bloody face and body?　The corpses are pale, bloodless bodies.
"Those are low grade undead. If a higher level demon race takes the time and effort, they can create an undead that has all the functions of a human. Its performance is so exquisite that it is almost identical to the real thing. They bleed when stabbed, and their organs move. It's impossible to tell them apart by sight.

　Vago raised a counterargument to these words.

"Hey, hey, hey, that means you can't prove that the General is a demon!
"Do you have any proof that the General is a demon?
"Yes, yes!

　He took one look at everyone who was making a fuss and nodded.

Of course there is.

　I stood up and began to walk and talk slowly.

The higher demons can manipulate human corpses almost as if they were alive, but there is one thing they do.
Don't waste your time, just tell me the rest!
Calm down, please.

　I waited for the noise to die down, then opened my mouth.

"It's restoration. It's repairing the wounds from the killing process. Sometimes it also repairs unnecessary parts. Do you remember the battle on the Langreed Plains ten years ago?　The General led a division against an army of demons. At that time, the General was attacked in his left leg, and he was on a stick, right?　But he doesn't look so bad now. ......

　At my words, they all fell silent, as if they had realized something.
　Levanov, who was being pursued, laughed it off.

"Ha, that's silly. After ten years, most wounds heal!　My left leg has been healed for years!
My left leg has been healed for years!" "Oh ......, is that so?　Your left leg is healed?
Yes, that's what he says!
Is there any mistake?
Oh, my God!

　Levanov was very clear.
　Everyone looked at Levanov in disbelief.

"Oh, come on, ......, that's .......
"Oh, ......, that's not ...... for real.

　The whispering begins.

"What the hell ......?

　I'm not sure what to do.

"General, are you sure that the injury to your left leg is completely healed?
"I've said so many times!　There is no mistake.
"Well, ......, that's odd. I remember the battle of Langlade very well, because I was there with him, but it was his right leg that was injured.
----

　I'm sure you'll be able to understand what I mean.


　The voice that leaked out indicated that he had made a mistake.
　The upset spread quickly.

No, no, ......, that's rude. I'm sorry, I just misspoke.

　Levanov cried out and tried to make up for it, but the suspicion that had been cast upon him could not be removed.
　I'm going to continue this trend and go after him.

"Misspoke?　That's just not possible. Wounds on the battlefield are a warrior's highest honor. At a feast, we talk about our old wounds. There's no such thing as a mistake!

　Boom!　He taps the railing as if to intimidate.
　Silence prevails.
　There was no one left who had laughed at my words before.
　Levanov's face turned bitter.
　It was the first time he had ever shown this expression.

"...... Nonsense!　You can't just treat people like they're demons just because they use a word!　It's a very cowardly and vile act!　I don't need to explain myself any further!　I'm busy, I'm going home!

　I'm busy, I'm going home!" A few guards stood in front of Levanov as he tried to flee.

I'm busy! Let's hear a little more about it.

　Vago led the way.
　The rest of the guards followed.

"Yes, sir. We're too dumb to understand the details, but we do understand what Daryl is saying.
We'll beat the shit out of him when we find out he's being a jerk.
Stick with .......

　Levanov had no choice but to return in front of me with the guards on his left and right.
　Well, it looks like the tide is turning in my favor.
　I took out a burlap sack and put it in front of everyone.

"Lastly, take a look at this.

　I opened the bag and pulled out a black, round, hairball-like creature.
　It wriggled its body and then turned its head toward the others.
　It had triangular pointed ears, brightly colored eyes, and a long tail.
　The creature suddenly appeared, and everyone was surprised and confused.

It's a ......!
"Yes, it's a cat.

　It's a cat." The cat in my arms glared at me sullenly.