Chapter 116 - 116. Infamy

The time when Jeto was preparing for the 'desert' to leave the academy.

Two men step into the hall, where the fishy and disgusting scent still lingers.

An old man with a long beard was frowning on one side, and on the other was a stout man who looked relatively young.

His armor creaked and the man bent on his knees stood in front of the doorway, staring out into the empty hall.

This place in their memories was not a place where such emptiness could be buried.

It was a little more noisy and messy.

This place was the intelligence agency of the demons where the merciless massacre by Zeto's... To be precise, Shade of Shadow, the spirit of darkness.

The man in the golden armor brushes his hair and opens his mouth first.

"How is it, inspiration. Can you feel anything?"

In the center of the man's armor, who spoke in a sarcastic tone, was a lion's face with ferocious fangs.

His name is Zagoras.

The name as a demon was such a name.

His human name is Delion.

He was currently the vice-captain of the Golden Lion Knights belonging to Terrasia.

His words were the vice-captain, but the captain Terlos Okentia was nothing more than a scarecrow for himself.

Usually, when his subordinates weren't there, Terlos used to say honorifics to him.

Even when Zagoras laughed at Terlos, saying that he had sold his soul at that point, he only laughed in a cold sweat. The 'incompetent' Terlos, who had suffered from Zagoras' fear, did not try to fight back.

No matter how foolish he was, his life was precious. If it hadn't been for Zagoras in the first place, he wouldn't have risen to the position of general manager.

Zagoras was viciously vicious.

He was good at dealing with humans using their desires and psychology, and he enjoyed it.

"Ah, Helgenas... How can you be so cruel...'

The old man looked around the hall and sighed.

The old man was a demon called by Zagoras and one of the few elementalists who survived for a long time.

The staff put Zagoras in the lead, telling them to dig into what happened here.

The name of the staff was also the name of the corps commander.

Now, without the demon king, the corps commander reigned at the top of the demons.

Zagoras, who had to move his feet without saying a word, looked around the hall and sensed the energy of the spirits, and he immediately called the demons who were familiar with spiritism.

The problem was the spirit energy felt throughout the hall, including the walls and floors.

Its soggy and sticky energy was a little different from the human spirits I had encountered occasionally. Rather, it was a familiar energy to demons like Zagoras.

"So, what's the conclusion?"

Zagoras, who got up on his knees, approached the old man.

"..."

The old man covered his mouth, afraid to speak, but soon his mouth opened as he felt Zagoras' urging in his eyes.

"...As Zagoras expected, it is a dark spirit. It seems to be a higher level spirit. This place... Is not empty. It still remains here. The traces of the brutal massacre and the graves of the demons. "..."

In response to the sad voice of the old man, Zagoras said, "Ah." He made a noise and scratched his head as if something bothered him.

"So, to sum it up, a demon using a higher-level dark spirit single-handedly massacred the demons. The number of people who could have easily passed over dozens at once..."

"The reason is that..."

"It's obvious... It's kin predation. Some crazy bastard broke the taboo."

Zagoras, who naturally followed the old man's words, mentioned a word that was like 'disaster' to the demons.

Homologous predation.

Why did the vicious demons fear this so much and regard it as a mortal sin and a taboo?

There was a story handed down concerning kin predation.

It was the story of a demon who wanted to become the demon king himself by standing on the corpses of countless demons.

This was impossible.

The demon king was the highest being among the demons and their king who reigned as an absolute ruler.

He was one of the few treacherous criminals in the history of demons who tried to rule all the demons with one force by taking advantage of the demon king's death in battle with the hero.

I heard that sometimes among the demons there were people who hid behind him and worshiped him, but actually preying on his own people was a different story.

"The second coming of the 'Nameless One'..."

The old man muttered such words and trembled his hands.

One without a name.

It was the title and nickname of the lunatic who preyed on his own people and committed massacres.

Literally there was no name.

I couldn't tell what name it was, what it looked like, or even what kind of attack or technique it used.

He was sentenced to death by record.

Many years have passed since then.

The only generation that could say that he had experienced him was the old demons called 'Elders'.

Some demons even talked about this.

I wondered if the 'nameless one' was really dead, or if he was hiding somewhere and was still accumulating power by killing demons.

It seems that the old man standing in front of Zagoras was also a demon holding such an opinion.

By the time the old man shook his head and shook his body, Zagoras was lost in thought, scratching his head.

'A lot of disturbing things happen these days... Should I be careful?'

From the lightning-like news that their test subject, Eisel Ludwig, was alive, to the news that his colleague, Krektar, had died.

As soon as Zagoras heard the information that the Saint's Knights had been dispatched to the theater where Krektar, or Oswald, his human identity, was located, he sent Terlos there to confirm.

Stupid Terlos said it sounded like a prosecutor, but I don't think Eisel killed Krektar.

Zagoras and his allies were not greatly surprised by Krek'Thar's death. It was a reaction like I thought it would happen someday.

'It would be too much to deal with Eisel... But now even the 'nameless one' appears?'

'Eisel Ludwig', who was thought to be dead, was alive.

But it shouldn't have been alive.

Even among his peers, the brainy one had similar thoughts to Zagoras.

All of a sudden, the fact that she was at 'Innocence Academy' was making her difficult to deal with.

Eisel was the result of failure.

In particular, this 'failure' should never have entered the eyes of the corps commander.

He was a thorn in the eye of their 'captain', who is now the right-hand man of the corps commander.

The same goes for Zagoras.

He had to see that he was on a fairly smooth road now.

It was the position of the vice-captain that I was able to sit after a long, long period of hard work and time.

Didn't they say it was dark under the lamp?

As the vice-captain of the demon catching knights was a demon, there was nothing to be suspected of, and Zagoras, who had an expertise in dealing with demons, knew how to hide his aura so that he could not be noticed.

However, even as he was, he had to avoid encountering her saintess, so he was in the midst of avoiding Bernice well.

Zagoras, whose head was complicated in many ways, muttered a curse.

The survival of Eisel Ludwig.

Krektar's death.

The Second Coming of the Nameless One.

Lately, a series of bad things have been bothering me.

"Go back. Let me do the report."

With those words Zagoras turned his back violently and his cloak fluttered.

Anyway, the hall was empty.

The energy of the spirits was flowing here and there, but there seemed to be no evidence left to identify the identity of the demons who preyed on their own people.

Even among the demons, those who dealt with spirit magic belonged to a rare group.

Especially if the spirit you deal with is a high-level spirit.

Zagoras had to see this as enough evidence to satisfy his staff.

The old man looked at Zagoras, who turned his back, and swallowed the words he couldn't deliver.

I wondered if this heinous demon, who preyed on his own people, left traces on purpose.

In the eyes of the old man, the whole hall looked like a kind of 'warning note'.

***

I recited the information about Delion to Bernice and Zagoras by the name of the demon to the extent that I did not have any doubts.

Even if it was recited in detail, it was awarded.

I had to filter out a little bit of visual information that I couldn't recite.

But that would have been enough.

Anyway, it is certain that Delion is a demon.

Bernice asked me not to overdo it for the time being, gave me the blessing that he had not been able to bestow on me during the joining ceremony, and left as it was.

Oh, and I was also able to receive a small simple crystal ball.

In this world, it should have been something like a mobile phone... But it's a very expensive item.

It was like a money-eating hippo that consumed mana like crazy every time he contacted him.

I don't think I'll contact you first, but it's to prevent something like this from happening.

Given my situation, I was originally going to give it to him after the joining ceremony.

I couldn't talk very much with Bernice. In particular, the story about Sierra missed the timing again.

Several days have passed since then.

At the end of Edward's class, he was informed that he would be heading to the southern desert.

I was preparing for this.

I packed my things and looked around for things I might need at the general store... I was wasting my time quite frugally.

After the subspace pocket was created, the backpack was comfortable because there was nothing to organize.

[Have you ever been to the desert? ]

While packing things, Sierra suddenly asked.

Since there was only one desert on the continent, it was simply called a desert, as if there was no need for a separate name.

"I've never been there. I've heard that it's a very hot place. I've heard that it's full of hot sand all over the place, and there are frequent sandstorms. You can't leave out the ancient ruins."

I was looking forward to this trip to the desert in my own way. Especially the ancient ruins.

The ruins are a place that was not implemented in the game, but I thought that I might be able to step into it now.

The first graders are going to go to the desert and take a class to hunt 'other species' in groups.

It was convenient to think of the other species as literally monsters from the 'other world'.

Since the gate to the other world was opened only near the ancient ruins, the other world species could also be seen only in the desert.

'Actually, it's not really a monster, it's a robot that people in this world won't be used to... But...'

Robots, machines, mechanics that seem to be from an era where technology was more advanced than modern times... Anyway, they are lumps of scrap metal.

It was not a structure with occupants.

Going to hunt robots appearing in the desert... Considering the genre of the game, it was quite unexpected.

It didn't go well with fantasy, but if you add this or that setting while talking about the other world, it would fit.

Even so, the desert did not play a large part in the story. ...Once in a game I experienced, it was like that.

Since it was much closer than the northern part, it seemed that he would use a wagon rather than an airship.

'I'll be given a break after I've been to the desert.'

At that time, I planned to take the time to pick up the warrior.

Take care of the event you want to take care of.

Also visit the ruins.

Are you a warrior when you return?

I tidily organized my plans while organizing my luggage, and soon tightened the straps of my rucksack and smiled.

It felt like things were going well these days.

It would be nice if things continued like this in the future.

***

The hero Leon, who was reincarnated as a woman, was currently experiencing confusion.

In the quiet orphanage where everyone was asleep, she was screaming silently.

'Damn it... I don't have a doll...'

After finishing her physical training, she returned and was looking for a doll.

It was a rabbit doll the size of her body called Becky, but she couldn't see her doll, which was placed in her place every time.

She screamed as she searched for her doll.

The doll had recently been secretly placed in her arms by the director of her orphanage while she was sleeping.

'It's a gift, Ray.'

The director, who pushed her doll into Ray's arms, whispered those words.

Then, she looked at Ray with a warm smile as she cradled her doll in her arms.

While she was pretending to sleep, Ray fell asleep just like that. With the body of a young child, she could not overcome the huge wave of 'sleep'.

Besides, she felt that the softness of her doll's touch was pleasant for an instant, but it was gone.

A few days have passed since then, and this is what happened.

Leon, who didn't care about the ground or the dungeon floor, just lay down...

Now she has become Ray, who cannot sleep well without a doll.

Ray, who was tearing her head at her painful fact, eventually couldn't overcome it and walked around the orphanage under the moonlight as if she were a cat, looking for her doll.

"Haha..."

Eventually she found out.

Her child, who lived with her at the orphanage, was sleeping in her arms as if it were her own doll.

'Where, how dare you.'

Rey, who had snatched her doll from her child's arms with quite a bit of force, hugged her doll and ran back to her seat with a dodo-like sound.

It must have been a really stupid act for a strong adult man to snatch a doll from her child's arms to sleep, but Ray was her child's body... Now she cares even about that. I didn't have time to write.

Lying down on her bed, Ray covered the blanket and hugged her doll tightly.

'This is...'

Ray, who laughed wildly as if she was in paradise, started making a soft sound within a few seconds.

She fell asleep

Maybe you will have a good dream.

...It was never easy to live in the body of a child.