DKFTI 50

“Why are you not on their side?”

Did he think that since they had summoned him, he had to be on their side?

“They didn’t summon me. They summoned a Demon God.”

The heretics weren’t worshipping him anyway. What a ridiculous question.

If anything, the situation was dangerous because once they discovered who he really was, they might turn on him and try to kill him.

“What do you want from me?”

“First, we deal with the palace, then I go home, and you drive out the heretics.”

“So… you want to go back there.”

“Now you’re making sense.”

At least Ron had regained his sanity. Until a moment ago he had seemed like someone who only wanted to die, but now, when it came to the country, he seemed to be forcing himself to stand firm.

Ron occasionally looked up at the sky and closed his eyes.

‘Well, if it were me, I’d probably just want to die too.’

His country was ruined, his beloved was dead, his body was filled with demonic energy. It was too much for one human to shoulder.

“Is this what she wanted? For me to live on shamelessly.”

Ron looked uncertain.

“…If not, then what other reason could there be.”

He wanted to pass that sorrowful voice that had reached his ear on to Ron as well.

If Ron had heard that voice, he wouldn’t be stuck with this kind of doubt.

“You said it yourself. She loved this country.”

Even if all she had done was love Ron, if this country was part of him, then she must have loved that too.

If it were Sibel himself, he was sure he would have.

He did not know about feelings so deep one would risk life, but it felt like the heart Celiana had left behind in her death had passed straight into him.

Why did he feel a debt when he had received nothing?

“Fine, just think of it as revenge. Wouldn’t that make you feel a bit better?”

At Sibel’s words, Ron drew in a deep breath. Then he slowly nodded.

“Either way, I must judge those who deserve death.”

Suddenly Ron’s demeanor became resolute. More than Sibel had expected.

“Please help me.”

But Ron’s request was troublesome.

‘He seems to be mistaking me for some properly strong Demon King right now….’

Admitting his own weakness out loud took a lot of courage.

***

In fact, ever since being born as a Demon King, it felt like he had been beaten and tossed around everywhere, but he had never truly struggled desperately to live.

The reason he had reached such a realization now was because he was experiencing survival and escape like never before.

“Chase them!”

“Execute Prince Ron!”

People in life faced many choices. From small ones like what to eat for breakfast to big ones like risking their life on a partnership.

For small matters, it didn’t matter if they went wrong. Eating one bad meal wouldn’t kill you.

But when it came to choosing an escape partner, you had to be careful.

“Uwaaaah!”

Ron and Sibel were running as fast as they could, fleeing the heretics.

“Huff, huff… did we shake them off?”

They had barely escaped the room, Sibel ran at full speed, aiming to reach where Ron’s knights were.

‘What we’re doing is rebellion.’

All he had wanted was to escape this castle and go home, but he had ended up stepping into the massive thing called rebellion.

Ron, that guy, Sibel had thought he was an emotional, fragile type who would decide to follow his fiancée in death, but who could have guessed he would turn out to be someone with the guts to commit even parricide for the sake of the country.

‘My father has already been brainwashed by them. He has lost his role as king and even the reason of a human. As it is, we cannot drive out the heretics. I have made my decision. Please help me.’

And why was he asking a demon king to do something for justice!

Sibel felt pain as if his chest would burst while he took in the situation.

Whether Ron rebelled, or massacred the heretics, or whatever, it didn’t matter to him. What mattered was getting out alive himself.

If you wanted to talk about loyalty, you had to grab someone with the ability for it.

“We have to open the castle gate. The private soldiers should be arriving by now.”

“So you had a plan all along?”

“I cannot just stand by and watch a country sink in misery. The forces who support me are gathering.”

Sibel nodded. Once the palace was sorted out, he could just find a chance to slip away quietly.

The two of them hid themselves and moved forward toward the palace wall to open the gate.

Inside the palace, the fighting was already underway between the heretics and the knights who sided with Ron.

To keep from taking in the gruesome sight of blood flying and people dying, Sibel ran with his eyes nearly shut.

“Huff, huff….”

Ron stopped when he reached the wall and drew his sword.

“Open the gate.”

At his order, the gatekeepers hesitated. They were already people brainwashed by the heretics.

“Your Highness. We cannot do that!”

“Then I cannot let you live either.”

Crap, he was really going to kill them.

Sibel stepped away, looking around for cover.

But then, something happened.

“Prince Ron. Why do you cause disorder?”

The old man in the black robe appeared again.

What was that man supposed to be?

While Sibel was wondering about the old man, one of the men in black clothes suddenly lunged with a sword toward Ron.

Whoa, hey. Wait a second.

Sibel quickly dodged, and Ron blocked the man’s sword and counterattacked.

Slash. Blood splattered, and the atmosphere froze instantly. Ron wiped the blood off his cheek and glared at the old man.

“Edmund. You will no longer be able to wield this country as you please.”

“Once our purpose is achieved, this palace means nothing to us. You have done something pointless.”

“I will no longer stand by while you stir up Corteirn.”

Righteousness? Good. Justice? Even better. Fine. All good. But when were they going to open the gate, when were they going to tell him the way….?

Sibel was worried that the situation was heating up more and more. He had never thought it would come to rebellion in the first place.

“You will never achieve what you want.”

“Our wish has already been fulfilled!”

The old man looked at Sibel.

He already knew he was here.

Sibel awkwardly avoided his gaze. That burning stare was too much.

“He is not the Demon God you wanted.”

Ron answered.

Hey, that was still supposed to be a secret…. Sibel panicked. Getting exposed before he could escape safely was trouble.

“What did you say?”

The greedy eyes of the old man stirred darkly.

“…Yes, I, uh, I’m not, uh, the Demon, hrm, Demon God or anything like that, like you think.”

Seeing Sibel’s small voice and anxious eyes, Edmund’s face twisted more and more.

“That cannot be. The ritual was perfect… perfect. It cannot be.”

How could they still believe this was a Demon God after seeing this? What were they planning to do with such intelligence. Sibel inwardly clicked his tongue.

“This must not be!”

Edmund roared.

“Then what are you!?”

At Edmund’s words, Sibel kept his mouth shut. It was too shameful to say he was a Demon King, and it made no sense to say he was just some passerby.

“Whatever I am, anyway you people are screwed….”

At Sibel’s mumble, Edmund exploded.

“Kill them all! Kill them!”

Eventually, the situation had gone extreme. A quiet escape was out of the question. Sibel looked at Ron with resentful eyes.

“Kill them all!”

As Edmund’s scream-like shout echoed, the heretics and soldiers began to move.

“Eek!”

Sibel quickly hid behind a pillar. He had to do something now.

“Come out, anything!”

The only magic he had practiced properly was summoning, so he had to call out something.

As Sibel moved his mana, small spiders burst out from his hands.

“Ugh.”

Sibel was startled at the sudden appearance of the spiders. But the spiders calmly ran toward the enemies aiming at Sibel.

Sasasak, sasasak.

The swarm of spiders sprayed webs at the enemies.

“Ugh! My feet! My feet are stuck!”

“What the hell, something’s crawling up my body!”

Boom– baboom, boom!

The spiders that crawled up the enemies’ bodies exploded.

“Aaagh!”

“S-someone save me!”

The enemies screamed in pain, their bodies burned.

‘What the. I’m… kind of strong?’

Sibel was surprised at the power he had shown in this desperate moment. At this level, it seemed there was no problem protecting himself.

More small spiders were still coming out of Sibel’s hands. Looking closely, he saw that on the bodies of the spiders, a tiny stick of dynamite was attached with “TNT” written on it.

“Ohh….”

So that’s why they were blowing up.

While Sibel was dealing with the enemies, Ron was cutting down the soldiers guarding the castle gate. The knights who supported Ron gathered by his side.

“Open the gate!”

“Yes!”

“Wipe out the rioters completely!”

The fierce battle went on, and little by little Ron’s knights began to gain the upper hand.

Then something happened.

Kwarrr–.

Black smoke appeared from somewhere and wrapped around Sibel’s body.

“Uh… urgh?”