77 - The New Witch








 Boom!

"Hi-yah!"



 The loud noise startled Porkos, who physically jumped up.



"What the ......?"



 The roar, like an explosion, came from outside. Probably around the main entrance.

 I'd like to go check it out, but I can't leave the little girl lying on the sofa alone.



 I opened the window and leaned out to see if I could detect anything unusual.



"Baaah!"

"Awww! --Aah!



 Something appeared in front of him, and Porcos was so startled that he fainted and fell down.



"Ha-ha-ha, <>," he said. That's funny."



 Outside the window, a well-faced man is upside down, laughing. Long white hair. He had a carefree smile, like a boy or a girl.

 He slips in through the window and tilts his head to look at Porcos at his feet.



"But, you fainted because you were startled by something like this? Hmmm, the wards outside were so hard, could it be this guy?"



 Poking it with my foot doesn't wake it up. The man wondered why he did not feel much magic.



"Orse ......"



 The girl on the sofa murmured weakly.



"Well, it's been a long time, Mercumenes. You've grown so small.



 The man--Orce--walked up to her with a wry smile.



"What are you doing here, ......?"



Hm? Of course, I'm here to save you from losing your power because of the depletion of your magic...oh, my!"



 Orsé laughed and spread his hands in an exaggerated gesture.



"We didn't get the news that you had destroyed the capital for a long time. I came to see how things were going. I found that the city was safe and sound. I traced the little magic power I had left, and there you are. That's why--"



 A chill ran down Mercumenes' spine.



"Speak. Tell me what happened. Then I'll get rid of you."



 Orce continues with a wry smile plastered on his face.



"I know it's hard for you to accept this, being a survivalist and all, but this has already been decided in my mind," he says. Not only did you fail in your mission to destroy King's Landing, but you didn't even report it. It's crazy to think that you can be forgiven."



"......"



"Yeah, if you're not going to talk, I'm going to kill you right now, okay? Then I think it would be better to report everything to the authorities to give them time to think about their survival.



 In any case, his own is certain.



 Mercumenes is broken.

 He has lost the most important goal, which is the resurrection of the demigod. The function for survival has gone out of control, and everything but life has been neglected.



 The only thing to do now is to get out of this predicament.



 That's why she is...



"No! No! No! No! No! Help!"



 I curled up on the sofa and screamed.



"Hey, hey, what are you doing? Did you really break something--gosh!



 A side impact. Something invisible pushed Orce out of the open window.



 That's it.

 He will eliminate the immediate threat for now. But if Orse is told that he is a demon, he will be killed by "he" himself.



 Even if you run away now, he will catch up with you. There was nothing to do but pray.







 Orse was thrown out into the open air, still being pushed by something transparent. The angle changes, and now it starts to rise.



"What is this, ......?"



 It was not damaging. It didn't even flinch when I tried to bounce it off, and it stuck to me even when I tried to move away from it.



"...... warding? The quality of this magic is just like the wards I just destroyed."



 Just as I was about to examine it, it suddenly vanished. The moment I was free, I adjusted my stance,



"Huh? Now it's the floor?



 Orce landed on the white floor with a grid pattern. But this was in the sky, probably several hundred meters above the ground. Moreover, the floor was spread out in all directions, and was as much as one kilometer in diameter by eye.



"That's ridiculous ....... There was nothing like this before. When did you ......?"



 Orce stared at the front of the building and asked.



"Did you do this, you pitch-black thing?"






 There stood a man with a strange appearance, all in black.



"Yes. And since I answered your question, you answer mine. You're a demon, aren't you?



 The sound was a combination of several voices.



"Well, I'm surprised you noticed. Even Mija's crystals don't give you away."



That's why. You're just as blind (・・・・) as Mercumenes and Agos."



 I didn't understand what you meant.

 What I didn't know was what he meant.



"If you catch someone by surprise, you should try to kill him at once, don't you think? At the very least, it's supposed to do some damage, right? But there is no sign of friendly dialogue. What do you want?



"What, for my own convenience. I realized that it's not good for me to be the one to do the presentation of the holy armor. I thought I'd have the dean convinced by having a suitable wielder try it out again against a demon.



 More and more I did not understand what he was saying.

 But what made even more sense to me was...



"What, what, is that ......?"



 Something board-like suddenly appeared on his arm. And on his back were multiple pile-like objects.

 Like the floor, it is impossible for an object to appear out of nothing. It is the realm of the gods, the realm of creative magic.



(No, it can't be. There must be some kind of a trick to it.)



 Orce is eager to get some information from the conversation.



"I have a few questions I'd like to ask you while I'm at it. First of all, were you the one who was misbehaving in some way at the Olympian ruins?



 I had no idea what he was talking about when he pointed at me.



"And Mel - what are you up to, kidnapping that little girl? Does it have something to do with the resurrection of the Demon God?"



"Of course they're here to kill the ...... traitor, aren't they?"



"Hmm, a traitor. ....... You forced me to cooperate with you and now you're talking like an a**h*le!



"What the hell did you just..."



Shut up!



 Orse thinks that's a nice thing to say after asking a question.



(Anyway, he doesn't seem to know it's Mercumenes, does he?)



 If this is the case, then we can assume that Mercumenes contacted this strange man to conceal his true identity.

 Then I dare not tell you the truth.



I am the dispenser of justice. I am a demon whose name you do not know, and you will redeem me for my seclusion in the academy and for the crime of mistreating a little girl!"



 The black man struck a strange pose.



 There is no more room to speak. No longer any room to talk.



 He may be a strange man, but he is still a man. As a demon, there was no way I could lose.

 Orse, the demon, shifted into full combat readiness.