First of all, the political situation in the Holy Kingdom is not very stable, and there are many seeds of conflict. Queen Karka Besares's politics have not had any major failures, but they have not been very successful either. The fact that she is the first queen of the Holy Kingdom, despite having an older brother, does not seem to be well received by the nobility, mainly in the south, and it is rumored that her dissatisfaction is being suppressed by the machinations of her confidant, Keralt Custodio.
It's not information that can be used right now, but Demiurge decides to keep it in mind that it might be useful when he expands the scope of his search for Nazarick within the Holy Kingdom.
As for the surrounding nations, they only turns out the extent of human habitation. The Kingdom of Re-Estize to the north and the Baharuth Empire to the northeast stare each other down, and to the northeast of the Empire is the Karsanas City-State Union. To the east, next to the Slane Theocracy is the Dragon Kingdom, and to the northwest of the Re Esteze Kingdom is the Argland Council State, where humans also live, though mostly subhumans. The outside of them was the domain of subhumans, so it seemed to be an area that vulnerable humans could not enter.
I could only understand the situation in an unexpectedly narrow range. However, if Demiurge and Sebas had gained ground as an adventurer and finished exploring the Holy Kingdom, decide on a policy that should travel to these countries and search for Nazarick.
Anyway, I have to start by gaining a reputation as an adventurer. If you are an adamantite level, you will be a celebrity wherever you go in the human habitat, and you will have an advantage in obtaining information. In fact, the exploits of adamantite-level adventurers, even those from other countries, are widely circulated in Carinthia, with taverns full of gossip and bards sharing their tales of adventure in taverns and squares.
Since his rank was raised to platinum (partly because he could not stand the terrible food), Demiurge changed lodgings, but the attitude of the innkeeper's father was clearly different from how he had handled the situation at the copper level. The terrible food (from Demiurge' point of view) has not improved much in the end, but the fact is that the plate you wear clearly changes the attitude of your opponent.
In terms of gaining fame, Sebas's meddling is not a bad move, so I reconsidered not nagging him and left Demiurge alone these days. In fact, in this short period of time, Sebas has become a bit of a celebrity in Carinthia as a kind-hearted, kind and caring gentleman. Combined with the rumors of The fruit of corruption's accomplishments that were beginning to spread, Sebas' fame was moderate. It's also helpful in terms of gaining their trust and making it easier for them to get information.
It's depressing to be told by Sebas every day, "I was asked again today if I'm Mr. Sebas from the Fruit of the Fallen, so why don't you change your party name?", but Demiurge' answer to that is obvious. Changing the name of a party that is already widely known is not allowed, as it will only negatively affect the goal of increasing fame. Sebas had no material to refute that.
When he could not be stopped at the registration stage, or rather when only Demiurge could learn to read and write, Sebas' defeat was assured.
The exploration of the Abellion Hills is going well. The demons are mainly released to gather information on the location and strength of each tribe, as well as their power relations and alliances. And Demiurge themselves have also traveled by transporter, and have created transporter points in various locations, so that once they have gathered the necessary information and have completed their preparations, they can immediately travel to their destination with Sebas.
He sincerely dislike the telepotation with Sebas, but he have to endure it for the sake of the objective. If the plan goes as planned, there is no doubt that Demiurge and his team will be able to obtain enough achievements that everyone will have to admit that they are worthy of the Adamantite class. He heard that there are no adamantite-class adventurers in the Holy Kingdom, so it's not inconceivable that Demiurge and the others will stay in the orichalcine class due to political considerations, but even so, their promotion to the orichalcine class is certain, and the fact that they are practically adamantite-class will be a fact known to all.
In order to prepare for the coming day, Demiurge telepoted to the hills of Averion and went around to the target tribes. He telepoted to the vicinity of a settlement and summoned a shapeshifter, a demon he has been using a lot lately. Shapeshifters usually look like gelatinous slime with a gargoyle-like appearance, but they have the ability to mimic and take any form they want. It is a demon that takes the form of someone who is nobody. It is also suitable for sneaking in because it is gel-like and can change its shape at will. His intelligence is not that high, so he cannot be entrusted with important tasks that require advanced judgment, but he can gather information and manipulate or instigate rumors without any problem if given the right orders.
––Now, I wonder if the subhumans will do what we want them to do.
After giving the order and sending the shapeshifters off to the village, Demiurge put his hand on his chin and thought for a moment.
He have a pretty good idea of what they're capable of, based on the information he have gathered so far and even if everything doesn't go according to plan, it's a plan that will yield certain level of results. However, it is not impossible that there are some irredeemable fools among them who will act in an unbelievable way that Demiurge cannot read and ruin the plan.
So far, things are going according to plan, but he can't relax. he have already prepared a revised plan that a all sorts of possible scenarios, however, it is better to assume that the unexpected will happen.
In order to do so, he made some modifications to the orders he was going to give in the other settlements, thinking that further incitement would be necessary. The Demiurge teleported to head for the next village, and a gust of wind blew through the empty hills.
It wasn't until I had completed three more requests from Elder Rich that I was approached about a promotion test to Mithril class for The fruit of corruption.
All of them were boring requests, trivial jobs not worth mentioning. In all honesty, a single Sebas would have been enough to take care of the problem, but since he was in a party, Demiurge couldn't not go along with him, and he was worried about leaving Sebas alone, so in the end, Demiurge had to go along with the useless work. For Sebas, who likes to help people, the job of killing monsters that threaten people may be worthwhile, but for Demiurge, it is frankly painful, because he feels no value whatsoever.
Perhaps the guild is worried about the backlash from the other adventurers against the speedy rise of the fruits of corruption, and they're trying to give him a good track record for doing his job, but given the Demiurge value system, which says that it is only natural for those who are capable to rise to the top, it is difficult to understand their emphasis on the number of requests they have completed.
But thanks to the time we had, the hillside was all set. All that was left was to ignite the fuse. The timing is good, he think so.
Demiurge and Sebas received a call from the guild and went to the guild.
When they opened the door and walked in, the looks they got from the other adventurers were not the bewildered and strange looks they got the first time. Envy, jealousy, longing, and many other things are all mixed together. With a nonchalantly face, Demiurge headed straight for the counter, not letting these various emotions enter his mind as trivial.
"Good morning. I was told you wanted to talk to me about the promotion exam."
"You are the two members of The fruit of corruption. You have been deemed eligible for the Mithril class and have been given the right to take the promotion test, what will you do?"
"I'd like to hear about the test before I make a decision, can you tell me?"
"Yes, sir. The content of this test is to defeat subhumans in the hills of Averion. There are no specific targets or numbers to be killed. The guild believes that the two of you are already mithril-grade, so even though this is an exam, you can actually pass if you just go and come back."
At the receptionist's words, Demiurge smiled a good-humored smile back at her. The plan was based on the premise that the guild would anticipate that Demiurge would want to use the Abellion Hills to defeat the subhumans as the content of the test, but it worked. Of course, if they had specified something else, I would have had them change the plan to defeating the subhumans in the hills. But now we can go ahead with the plan without any hesitation.
The fact that's ok they just go and come back may be a nail in the coffin of not doing things like about hunted two hundred snakemen, but that's none of Demiurge' business. This time, the battle results is going to be much more successful than that time. It is easy to imagine that the guild will be in an uproar like poking a beehive.
"If that's the case, there's no problem, I'd love to accept it."
"The test is due in ten days, and if you do not come to report to the guild within the deadline, you will fail the test. Do you have any questions?"
"No, I'm fine. Well, We'll be on our way promptly. Excuse me."
After bowing lightly to the receptionist, Demiurge headed for the doorway. Sebas followed him.
Once again, we headed for the hills on foot, but on the way to the east gate, Demiurge bought a many bags and rented a carriage. Sebas, who hasn't yet received an explanation of Demiurge' plan, makes a quizzical face.
"Isn't a carriage just a hindrance. what the hell is it for?"
"Because this time, we're going to have a lot of captured items. We don't really need them because we can carry them in the item box, but we're trying to accommodate human."
"...I don't think you're up to something bad, are you?"
A sharp look from Sebas was directed at Demiurge. In response to his gaze, Demiurge raised the edge of his mouth.
"I hope you don't say disreputable things. I was just working on a plan to increase our fame in an efficient manner."
"I was told there would never be a special exception again."
"I intend to do that we're going to accomplish so much that even the guild master won't be able to say such a trivial thing. We're all set. All that's left is for us to get there."
"If you're going to do something atrocious, I can't help you."
"You can rest assured that you'll be fighting fair. and no matter how much I want to force you to do something atrocious, it's impossible."
Demiurge said with keep smiling on his face. Sebas still looked at Demiurge with suspicion, but then muttered, "Then fine," and returned his eyes forward.
He wouldn't let Sebas do anything atrocious. It is obvious that Sebas would not do it even if Demiurge tried to let him, and Demiurge has no intention of wasting such effort. Yes, Sebas fights and does nothing else, and that's the important point. I don't want him to do anything, and I don't want to put him in a situation where he do anything.
We leave the city and continue on our way. This time we had horses, so our speed was as late as a human's, and we had to take a rest at night. Once they were away from the city, Demiurge finally decided to explain his plan to Sebas as well.
"This time, we're planning to gather the ten most powerful subhumans called Jukketsu in one place and defeat them all at once. All we need to do is send demons disguised as messengers from our allies in each tribe, and we'll be ready to gather."
"No matter how many emissaries from our allies come, is it really that easy to get together?"
"All preparations are made, no stone unturned. They've already spread rumors to the tribes, inciting them and sowing discord. It's a tense situation. If our allies inform us that they are engaged with a hostile tribe and are outnumbered, they're make surely start move, because I set a trap. When they gather, we'll ride in and you'll round them up."
"If called Jukketsu, then there are must be one of the strongest subhumans. Do you have any idea how strong they are?"
"Of course. All of them are known to be slightly stronger than Orlando Campano. For you, that's probably within the margin of error."
"Huh," Sebas let out an exclamation, then lowered his eyes slightly.
"When you say reinforcements, don't you mean an army?"
"I'll take care of the small fry, you just take care of Jukketsu."
"...May I ask how you plan to dispose?"
"With the spell of domination, tens of thousands can be disposed of as far as the voice can reach, without even needing to touch them. You may not like the way it works, but squashing the noob one by one is like squashing a line of ants, it's so inefficient."
"They might lose your will to fight if you defeat Jukketsu. I'm not sure you should kill someone who hasn't challenged you to a fight."
"Very well. If the army shows a desire to retreat, I will do nothing. If they do not, I will use the spell of domination. Is that all right?"
"Okay."
Because when Sebas returned his approval, Demiurge nodded and turned to face forward. It's a shame that Sebas can't even come up with such a simple answer. It's because of this foolish honesty and good-naturedness that he foolishly supports such a foolish race as humans.
Demiurge do not disliked humans either, but that's because they're interesting as toys. He can't understand how Sebas can act as if he is on the same level as humans. he honestly feel that he is not ashamed being in spite of a proud member of Nazarick.
But Demiurge would not have felt this way even if, for example, Pestonya had sided with the humans. The spirit of philanthropism is her trait, and Demiurge embraces it. As much as he don't understand Sebas's actions, they may not be in line with Demiurge's values, but they should be, because they are based on traits that the Supreme people has decreed to be so. It's the same thing with Yuri Alpha.
Only Sebas's meddling was getting on Demiurge's nerves and irritating his feelings. As much as he didn't want to have this strange obsession with this man next to him, but even with Demiurge' brain, he couldn't figure out how to get rid of this animosity, he don't want to have this strange obsession with the man next to me, but he can't figure out how to get rid of this hostile feeling. Because the reason why it is not accepted is completely unknown.
Demiurge is bewildered by this strong feeling of cling to, which is not prescribed by the Creator to be so. I even feel guilty for avoiding Sebas, who is supposed to be my brethren of Nazarick and the only one I can call a fellow at the moment, with a feeling of abhorrence that Ullbert-sama didn't want me to have. This feeling of impurity, which is not desired by the Supreme people, is disturbing and not beautiful. It detracts from the workmanship of Demiurge, the supreme people's best work. It's unnecessary, but even when he try to throw it away, it keeps coming up, one after another, there's no end to it.
If he didn't have to face to face Sebas, he wouldn't have to deal with these feelings so much, but now he is with Sebas all the time. They have to face each other even if they don't want to. he always feel uncomfortable, as if he is being confronted with something he don't want to see.
It might be easier if he could just say he don't like something without thinking about it, but Demiurge's strong reasoning doesn't allow for that. he want to find out the cause somehow and solve it, that's for sure. However, it was obvious that talking about it would only lead to an unpleasant argument and would not get us any closer to the cause. I can't even think of a way to determine the cause.
That's why Demiurge sincerely dislike the man next to him and can't just the right gauge his distance. He don't want to start an argument that doesn't go anywhere, he just can't help it. Although he felt that his emotional behavior, such as being irritated without knowing the cause, was like a foolish human being, Demiurge could not stop from doing so. The fact that he couldn't control himself with reason had created a negative spiral for Sebas, and he couldn't find a way out of it.
It took us three days to slowly make our way to the great walled fortress. The guard at the gate was the same man who had pity on Demiurge earlier the other day.
"There are reports of a disturbing increase in subhuman activity. I'm not saying anything bad, I think you should turn back."
"I'm sorry for your concern. However, we do not have the option of retreating, as our promotion is at stake. If we are scattered to the hills, it will have been our fate as adventurers."
If he was stopped, it would be troublesome, so Demiurge decided to feign suicidal thoughts again. The guard looked at him with a pitying look, as if they were mourning and pitying the dying.
"I won't stop you already if you insist, but I don't know ..., okay?"
"Wait! Wait for me! Mr. Sebas!"
A loud voice called out to the guards and Sebas as they moved to open the gate. Orlando Campano, who came running in from the other side, did not kill his running momentum, but folded his knees and and stopped right in front of Sebas and Demiurge. Orlando dogeza for Sebas and Demiurge. It was a brilliant sliding dogeza.
"Would you please give us permission! Mr. Sebas, please make me your apprentice!"
Without raising his head, Orlando pleaded with Sebas. Sebas was clearly Perplexed and to be at a loss.
"Although I am a disciple, I am a monk, so I have nothing to teach you, swordsman..."
"The secret of its strength! I want to know a little! You don't have to teach me anything, I'll do anything, even carry your bags, I'll even do your chores! I don't care if you don't teach me anything, please let me be by your side! "
"I am sorry, but I cannot accept your offer. We are not looking for an apprentice or a scullery maid, and we have a purpose for our journey."
"I'll follow you anywhere! I won't raise my head until I get a good answer!"
When Orlando's head was down and his voice sounded desperate, Sebas raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes, as if he was trying to figure out what to do. As for Demiurge, there's no advantage to having such a weak person coming along, he would only be a burden to us. In fact, he should probably give Sebas a helping hand, but Demiurge want to Sebas do something about that yourself, but he was in the mood to do something myself, so he just watched the troubled Sebas without saying a word.
"...According to the story, you're also strongman called the Kyu-shiki in the Holy Kingdom. Wouldn't it be somehow inconvenient for you to quit the army?"
"I'm not a soldier, so I have no problem with quitting!"
"I don't mean that. I mean that we should take responsibility for our own work."
"I think I've served my country well enough so far! I've always wanted to pursue my own strength, I've always wanted that!"
Excuses, excuses, excuses! Orlando's determination seemed to be firm, and it was unlikely that just what serious Sebas would be able to talk him out of it. It's a good idea to keep an eye on it, but it's also a waste of time, so Demiurge finally decides to help out.
"I'm sorry, but I just don't want to be disturbed by people like you following me."
"So I want to be strong. That's what I'm thinking so serious!"
"Do you really think so, that you can be strong?"
The Demiurge let loose a moment of death filled that only Orlando could feel, without saying the "How dare only human say such a thing" part. The effect was so strong that Orlando's head shot up and he flipped over backwards and fell to his back. Demiurge really thinks that if it sticks around any longer, it will be so annoying that he can really kill it. Sebas looked at him with a bitter look on his face, Sebas should be a little grateful that he was saved, Demiurge sighed in a sarcastic.
"I'll be quick. Excuse me."
With a graceful bow, Demiurge asked the guards to open the gate. The guards were dumbfounded by what had happened, but Demiurge' words reminded them of their job and they opened the gate. Stunned, Orlando sat down and didn't try to stop Sebas from leaving anymore. He knew instinctively that if he held Sebas back, he would die, no matter what.
"Isn't that a little heavy-handed?"
"If we hadn't done that, we'd still be stuck at the gate. Would you have preferred that?"
"Not really. ... But we could have talked about it until we were satisfied."
"I don't think you could have convinced him, though. I think he was so enthralled with you that he was willing to go to any length to follow you. I don't know how he could be so fascinated with you, but I think he was out of his mind."
"Shouldn't you have been the one to convince him with that well-turned mouth?"
"Why would I go to all that trouble for you?"
"If I'm not mistaken, originally, it's because you insisted that I take part in the match that this happened."
"That had the important purpose of seeing strongness how well the Kyu-shiki who defend this fort. It was necessary, though. I could see Orlando's ability there, and I could see the extent of the subhumans in the hills."
"So why don't you help me out a little bit?"
"This has nothing to do with that. In the first place, don't you think it's weird that I'm helping you?"
"That's...I completely agree with you, but I was really in trouble."
When he muttered this, Sebas looked be sullen and fell silent. he guess he was really in trouble. If that was the case, he should be a little more grateful to Demiurge for saving him even if not complimented means, but he didn't seem to be in the mood for that. (It's impossible, but) if it were the other way around, Demiurge would probably feel the same way, so Demiurge is not difficult to imagine how Sebas feels.
After a day or so of waiting until he was sure that he was out of sight of the great walled fortress as before, he had his carriage and Sebas stand by, and Demiurge made his rounds to the vicinity of the target villages, summoning shapeshifters posing as messengers of his allies to give orders and send them off.
The preparations were now complete. The area that shapeshifters will where they plan to the Jukketsu call in, and Demiurge will telepoted and wait in the sky and watch them gather.
––Well, subhumans. I wonder how much fun you will have dancing on my palms and entertaining me.
Thinking of the feast that was about to unfold, Demiurge' cheeks broke into a cruel smile, filled with the joy of torment.
In response to a request for help from the "Demon Claw", Vijar Rajandala, Hectowaizes Ah Ragara led his troops and followed the lead of the messenger. The unsettling atmosphere that has recently covered these hills, foreshadowing the impending battle, is quite unnatural, and Hectowaizes would normally have preferred to remain calm and not send out any troops at this time, but as the leader of the Orthrous clan, which has sworn obedience to the Vijar's race that is Zoastia, he cannot refuse the request for help without a valid reason. In addition, there were unnaturally strong voices within the tribe urging them to fight, which made Hectowaizes even more suspicious, but he also wondered if he could hold back the bloodthirsty people by deciding not to send troops here.
Hectowaizes had an uneasy feeling that someone was manipulating and creating this air on purpose, but he had no idea who was creating it. No one had ever tried to do such a thing to the subhumans in the hills before, and no one that Hectowaizes knew of had ever thought of taking such a step.
Then we can only assume that it is someone outside the hills, but it is impossible for a human to come from the outside and manipulate information against subhumans. If a human being is found, he or she will be eaten alive immediately as food, and no one is affected by the information brought by humans. In the first place, there was no way anyone could walk safely through the hills of Abellion.
There was an unnatural feeling that the air in the hills had suddenly been "changed," but the identity of this feeling was unknown. The eeriness only grew stronger, and he could not suppress the bad feeling. Hectowaizes was unable to shake off the fear that this decision might have been a mistake, and he just kept running.
But this fear is also unfounded, there is no proof. No one can be persuaded without proof. He is already convinced that the situation is too unnatural, but he has only circumstantial evidence to support his argument.
As we crossed the hill, we saw a large number of troops gathered. There were no signs of fighting. He was about to ask what was going on when he noticed that the messenger who was supposed to be running ahead of him had disappeared.
Naga Raja, Magelos, Zoastia, Stone Eater, Bafolk, etc... The army gathered is led by Jukketsu, if Hectowaizes' guess is correct. As much as I'd like to turn back, I'm sure the other side can already see me. If I show my back now, I'm in danger of being attacked from behind. Hectowaizes thought it would be wise to join the standoff and check out the current situation, so he decided to proceed.
Only the Hectowaizes walked to the center, keeping the troops they were leading in a standoff with the others. There, as he had guessed, the Jukketsu had gathered.
"...This means that Jukketsu has gathered, but what kind of situation is this?"
Rokesh's words were also a question for the Hectowaizes. Some are hostile, some are allied, and some, like the Hectowaizes, are reverent to other races. It was impossible for all ten of them to be together, and the situation is still unnatural, it would be better to ignore the danger of being attacked on the back and run away, Hectowaizes thought about it. That's when it happened.
Someone suddenly appeared in the circle where Jukketsu stared at each other. "Magic?" Hectowaizes looked at Nasrene, who was probably the most skilled in magic, but her face was also twisted in astonishment. I wondered if this was the kind of magic that would astonish even Nasrene, one of the best magic users among the subhumans of the Abellion Hills, but then two people who looked like humans appeared.
"Welcome, everyone, and thank you for accepting my invitation."
A man with the appearance of a human magic caster bowed gracefully and opened his mouth. He has a voice that is so pleasant to the ear that you want to listen to it.
"What do you mean, "invite"? What the hell are you humans doing inviting us here?"
"From now on, you will be our springboard to fame. Sebas, it seems that the equipment of the Jukketsu people is a magic item, and since magic items seem to be valuable in this world, showing it to the guild will be proof that we defeated the Jukketsu. Please be careful not to destroy it."
"I understand."
The man who answered and stepped forward was a white-haired man with an extremely sharp gaze and a posture as straight and sharp as the tip of a steel sword, which left a strong impression. At first glance, they were just people, but Hectowaizes instincts told him it is different. It occurred to Hectowaizes that although he had never seen one, he would probably feel this kind of pressure in front of a dragon. My rational mind tried to tell me that it was ridiculous to put a dragon, the most powerful race, next to a human being, but my instincts kept ringing alarm bells.
––I must not approach it, I must not let it approach me, I must run away now.
Not only that, but the masic caster next door. The two of them have the power to easily kill anyone all in this place, his animal instincts tell me.
"Hee ..., you're must dead! Silver lance!"
Nasrene, whose eyes were fixed on the white-haired man, unleashed her magic. The spear of magic power that tries to pierce the man sharply––the man's fist crushed it from the front.
Hectowaizes had no idea what had happened. That white-haired man had shattered magic with his fist? How was that even possible? While he was thinking about it, the man instantly closed the distance between him and Nasrene as if it had never existed, and his fist gouged Nasrene's chest. The man kicked back Halisha's stone from behind with a backward kick without even turning around, and the rebounding stone crushed Halisha's head. Buser's weapon destruction meant nothing in front of a man whose weapon was his body, and Rokesh's scales, said to rival those of a dragon, were meaningless in front of the man's fists. In the blink of an eye, Jukketsu falls down, and before he can escape, a man appears in front of Hectowaizes eyes, and the next moment.
Hectowaizes' head was cut off by the sharpness of the hand blade, which he could not believe was a bare hand wearing only a glove. Hectowaizes' head fell upside down as he looked at his headless body, and he closed his life with a strong regret that he should have turned back.
Jukketsu was no better than a baby in front of Sebas, unable to put up much of a fight, and was killed can't resist much. This is not surprising to Demiurge because it proves the correctness of the information he had gathered beforehand, and it is a natural result.
Still, Demiurge hadn't expected all ten of them to show up. He had considered the possibility that someone prudent might not show up, and he knew that the chances of that were high. Of course, the best outcome would be for all ten of them to gather, so he is pleased. It could be that none of the subhumans were that cautious, or it could be that Demiurge put them in a situation where they had to come.
Jukketsu was defeated, but none of the surrounding troops who had been watching did anything to move. Of course, it would be crazy to lose a commander and keep your sanity in the face of such an unbelievable sight. he was also thinking about how they would fall into a panic, lose order, and run away. And even so, just for the achievement of defeating Jukketsu he didn't mind, as it would be enough for the Adamantite promotion. In the event that they are not move, then it's Demiurge' turn to have fun, as Sebas agreed.
"Kill each other until you are the last man standing."
"Demiurge!"
Sebas's restraint was slow. The Demiurge' voice, though not loud and raised, went to all of the soldiers who were stationed on the plain in the hills.
And so it begins, a hellish scene of atrocious and screaming. At any rate, the targets of killing each other are the people nearby, in other words, our fellow countrymen. A hell where people attack and kill each other's friends and family against their will. The grief and despair in their voices was enough to make Demiurge ecstatic and happy.
"Why are you ordering them to do this? To those who had no will to fight!"
"I told you that if you didn't back off, I would use the curse of domination on you. As for the content of the spell... I'm sorry, I've been so stressed out by your pastime that I just did it. I'll be more careful in the future."
The plain is filled with the horrible sound of brotherhood killing each other. It was a sweet tune for Demiurge to hear. It would be unfair if the Demiurge were not allowed this kind of distraction once in a while.
"...Demiurge, we'll have to have a long talk about this later. Just let them quit now."
"Why is that? It's a spell of domination to save the trouble. We'll talk about it later, but right now, You'd rather not interrupt."
"How could you do such a brutal and inhumane thing!"
"If you ask me why, I guess it's because I'm a demon. And by the way now I have to ask, would you ask the same question to Shalltear or Neuronist?"
Instead of answering Demiurge' question, Sebas clenched his fists tightly and turned over. It seems that Demiurge is the only one who can't tolerate it on Sebas's side too, That as Demiurge thought. And judging from the lack of rebuttal, Sebas, like Demiurge, probably doesn't know why.
Perhaps not wanting to face Demiurge, Sebas began to collect Jukketsu's equipment and parts. Demiurge also forgot about Sebas for now and decided to immerse himself in the exquisite melody of the feast that was still going on.
The last one left in tatters was stabed the stop by Demiurge. who summoned a large number of low-ranking demons to recover the body parts of the subhuman army. Demiurge summoned a large number of them to the limit of what he could summon with his skill, so the collection of a large number of parts was soon over, and Demiurge and Sebas silently transferred to the carriage and returned home.
In the end, Demiurge didn't speak a word to Sebas until he returned to the Adventurers' Guild. He's not the kind of person I want to talk to, and I don't have anything to say to him right now. I parked the carriage with the plundered goods in front of the guild, opened the door, and proceeded to the counter.
"I've been defeating subhumans in the Abellion Hills for the promotion test. I've killed Jukketsu, but there are quite a few pieces of equipment and parts. I'm currently loading them into my carriage, but what shall I do with them?"
"Jukketsu...Jukketsu...Jukketsu, really?"
"Yes, this is Jukketsu."
"Um, Jukketsu's, who..."
"All of them."
The receptionist's blood began to drain rapidly in front of Demiurge, who smiled and answered. Wobbling and supported by the girl next to her, the receptionist hurriedly got up and wobbled her way up the stairs.
The guild master came down and gave me a look that said, "You guys again?"
"I heard you took out all the Jukketsu..."
"Yes, I do."
"Do you have any proof?"
"I've been stripp of their equipment. It's loaded onto a wagon parked in front of the guild."
The color of the guild master's face grew paler and paler. He shivered and trembled as he thought for a while, and then he began to shout as if in desperation.
"Go get a magic caster from the magician's guild who can use appraisal magic! And round up all the adventurers to see who can confirm Jukketsu's equipment. And send a messenger to the Great Wall fort to find someone who can check it out! Now! Move now!"
"It's going to take some time to get the results. Should we wait at the inn?"
"...yes, please do."
The head of the guild, with a reluctant look on his face that could only be described as desperation, answered Demiurge' question without effort.
It was a week later that the Fruit of the Fall was promoted to the Adamantite class.