It’s Ko-Fi’s Supporters’ chapter (74/104), enjoy~
“This place will do.”
Sylvird said with a sigh as they entered a small room at the further end of the audience hall.
“I was brought here quite forcibly, but are you sure my mother and the others are okay with it?”
“When I took you out forcibly, there was indeed a lot of criticism. It was inevitable since everyone was looking forward to your return, but I also had to ask about the situation. Everyone can wait for it. It is my responsibility to take care of everyone, you know.”
“Yes, I’m sorry.”
Ain apologized with a slight bow. He then tied up his hair with a hair clip that Martha had given him.
“You have to tell me everything. Why did you act arbitrarily? Why did you grow up…? It doesn’t matter how long it takes you to tell me. Just tell me everything without hiding anything.”
Sylvird sat down on the sofa, looking tired.
Looking at him, Ain deeply regretted that he had given him so much trouble. But this investigation was necessary, and the results were good enough.
──But he was a little reluctant to tell him everything.
(His Majesty the First wanted to keep it to himself, after all.)
Why was he buried in the Demon Lord’s territory? Although he didn’t know who had buried him, at least there was no record of the first king, Gail, being born in the former Demon Lord’s territory.
So it is logical to assume that he decided to hide it himself. But he couldn’t avoid talking about it. It’s a story that should be told to the king, Sylvird.
“Please keep what I’m about to tell you a secret between you and me, grandfather. ──I reached a conclusion the other day, when I visited the tomb of His Majesty the First.”
This is how Ain begins his story.
Why did he send a letter saying that he was going to the former Demon Lord’s territory? And what actions he took.
Sylvird listened quietly.
He occasionally let out a sigh with a grim expression on his face, but he never interrupted and silently listened to Ain’s words.
Then Ain said something about what had happened.
He told him that he had met Dullahan and Elder Lich in the dream world. The Demon Lord’s castle was built exactly like this one, and in the royal cemetery, which was also built, there was the real tombstone of the first king.
And he also told him that he had a one-on-one fight with Marco.
“Indeed, you cannot tell anyone. It’s not something that should be told to anyone but me.”
“…but I do apologize for my behavior.”
“Umu. The responsibility lies with Ain, just as it does with the recent royal water train. However, there is no time to talk about it now. If what Ain has found out is true, it means that the true first king of Ishtalika is the Demon Lord.”
It was no wonder he was confused.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the first king, to whom all the inhabitants of Ishtalika pay homage, was related to, or close to, the Demon Lord.
“I never thought that your sword would end up like this.”
Sylvird had mixed emotions when he saw the sword Ain was carrying.
“You didn’t know, did you, grandfather? The fact that His Majesty the First is not resting on his tombstone here?”
“I’ve never heard of it, and there is no record of it. Of course, it must have been the same for my father, the previous king.”
The Demon Lord Arche’s rampage caused a lot of damage. It is also true that many lives were lost, and many scars were left behind. Is this why he hid this fact, in order to not cause confusion in Ishtalika?
“I’ll tell you again. Everything you just told me can’t be told to anyone else.”
“I understand. I’ll leave the rest to your judgment, grandfather.”
“Do so. Whether or not to pass it on to future generations is a matter for me and Ain to discuss.”
“By the way, how much does Dill, who accompanied you, know about this?”
“Nothing like what I told you, grandfather. But he saw the whole fight with Marco-san.”
“If that’s the case, I’ll tell him about it later. I have to forbid him to tell anyone what he knows about this matter. We can’t make this public, and that means I can’t even pay you for what you’ve done.”
“That’s fine. In exchange, you will pretend that you did not see my arbitrary actions, right?”
When Ain replied, Sylvird laughed and said,
“You are as intelligent as ever.”
“I’ve been studying with you, after all, grandfather.”
If Sylvird were to punish him, he would have to reveal the reason. Then they would have to disclose where Ain had been and what he had done.
So the best thing to do was to pretend that it all never happened.
Finally, the report on the first king was over, but Sylvird had no time to rest as he asked.
“Now, let’s move on. Explain to me why your body has grown so big.”
It was natural that he would ask Ain this, but Sylvird was hoping that the conversation would not drift away just for today.
As expected, considering the status card, Ain was more hesitant to answer than to report about the first king.
“What are you hesitating about? It’s a little late for that now, isn’t it?”
Ain nodded gravely and went through his pockets, pulling out his status card from his tight clothes.
“This says it all.”
Letting out another deep sigh, Sylvird kept his face down and held out his hand to Ain.
He said briefly, “Show me.” He took the status card as if snatching it and looked at it fearfully.
He looked at the name first, then lowered his gaze.
He gasped when he saw the “Job” column.
“I’m… dreaming, aren’t I?”
He opened his eyes to the words “Demon Lord” projected in his vision. In addition to the job, there is certainly the word “Demon Lord ” in the skill section as well.
Incidentally, another skill called “Familiar” has also been added.
This is because of the effect of absorbing Marco’s magic stone.
“It’s a joke. This is a ridiculous story…”
Even the information he just received is difficult to manage, and now it’s the Demon Lord.
“How is your consciousness! Is there any difference?”
“It’s exactly the same… Ah, but there is one difference. “
Sylvird’s tension reached a climax when Ain looked as if he had noticed something.
“Is there some kind of dangerous urge?”
“No, it’s just that my clothes are getting smaller, and I need new ones.”
Then the light went out of Sylvird’s eyes.
Then he stood up and walked over to Ain. When Ain was looking at him curiously, he suddenly raised his fist high.
The fist, as hard as stone, strikes Ain in the head.
“It hurts… It really hurts…! What are you doing all of a sudden?”
“I don’t like to use physical punishment, but I think my grandson needs to be punished for his overzealousness.”
“It can’t be helped! But it’s really tight! It’s just too tight, so tight that my body starts to tighten up, and it’s painful!”
“I-it hurts! Why did you do it again?”
After the second iron fist, Sylvird returned to the sofa with a satisfied look on his face.
“I’ll have some clothes for you in a few days. You can either call the official merchant to the castle, or you can buy them in the castle town.”
His grandfather’s iron fist hurt like hell. He stroked his head, and he could feel the bumps forming and the heat slowly building up.
“You should cut your hair while you’re at it. It’s beautiful, like Olivia’s, but it gets in the way when you swing your sword.”
“Yes, sir. I will do that.”
“Good grief, Ain… You may have achieved great things like his Majesty the First you are fond of, but then you became a Demon Lord. I really don’t understand this crown prince. But if we consider that your current appearance is a grown-up version of you, Ain, it’s not bad at all. You have a good face.”
When he was told that, Ain suddenly looked at the window.
From the outside, he looked four or five years older than his age. He looked as if he was a year or two older than Krone, which seemed to fit.
“But what should I tell my mother and the others about my appearance?”
“Don’t call it the Demon Lord transformation. Just tell them that you have absorbed the magic stone and have grown in size. Let’s tell the people that you have grown rapidly into a powerful dryad.”
He had just recently come of age as a dryad, and he felt comfortable with it.
His heart ached at the thought of lying, but it could not be helped.
“By the way, about those two skills you mentioned.”
It must be about the Demon Lord and Familiar.
“I don’t really understand it either. So I thought I’d talk to Katima-san about the Familiar.”
“Please do so. ──Have you been able to use any of Dullahan’s skills?”
Then Ain remembered what had happened in the dream world.
Misty had said that he might be able to use it by the time he returned home. Perhaps she had foreseen that Ain would become a Demon Lord. His body was probably not strong enough to use Dullahan’s power before. A good example of this was the incident when he returned from Euro Dukedom.
“I think I can… probably.”
He thought about the jet-black armor he wore the other day. He remembered the feeling he had when he wore it.
As he recalled it little by little, Ain gradually put a black shadow on his hand.
A rugged yet powerful jet-black armor appears on Ain’s right arm. It’s just on the arm, so is it a gauntlet? It’s not the same thing as armor, but that’s not the point.
“As expected of a Demon Lord.”
The two of them sighed for the umpteenth time and laughed at the situation.