Chapter 44: The Northern Front
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The appearance of a hero was regarded as a dangerous event among the Demon King's army.
The Demon King has appeared many times in the past, but the hero is like a natural enemy to the Demon King.
The reason lies in the habits of the demon race.
The demons who follow the strongest person will fall into a state of confusion the moment the demon king is defeated.
The next strongest person after the Demon King should take over, but even that person will be in a state of confusion, and no one will be able to fight.
The heroes who defeated the Demon King in the past cut deep into the enemy's camp and defeated the Demon King in a direct confrontation. This is the worst method for the demons.
However, I feel that there are various methods, such as preparing a shadow warrior or raising a successor.
The question is whether or not the demon senses can accept it … I don't think they can. This is not logical.
There is no substitute for the Demon King.
Even if there is a person with the same ability as the Demon King, that person must start his own power from scratch.
"You have a very complicated expression again …"
"What!?"
A sweet and sour voice muttered in my ear; I suddenly looked back.
"Yahoo, it's Movi-chan."
The Master is deliberately waving her childishness and her hands around his shoulders.
"Master, haven't you given up on spreading that nickname yet?"
"It's the parents' fault for naming their beloved daughter Gomoviro."
How long have you been holding on to it?
I think I know Master's personality well, but when I make such a joke like this, she is unexpectedly depressed. I'm trying to soften the atmosphere.
"Does the Master also care about the hero?"
"… Well."
It was a simple reply, but I can tell that the teacher was suffering.
Demon King Friedenrichter, Giant Tiberito, Great Sage Gomoviroa. They are comrades from the time when the Demon King Army was founded.
There is a Tiberito division commander on the Northern Front, and the hero will eventually aim for the Demon King. She must be worried about the two of them.
Looking at the young profile of the Master, I remembered the deal with the trader Mao.
The hero is in Schwerm, a strategic point in the north.
It seems that Mao's subordinates have infiltrated the city, so it might be a good idea to have Master send me there to check on them for a while.
There may be information that can cheer up the Master.
"Master, if you don't mind, I'd like you to transfer me to the north."
"To the north?"
I explained the situation to the confused Master.
The Master seemed to think about it and muttered: "I see … Is it a human being? It's not a trap, is it?"
"I don't know."
If the enemy is waiting for us, we should flee as fast as we can. The werewolf is faster than cavalry and tougher than heavily armed infantry. It's not a problem.
"I just don't see any reason for the source of the information, the traders, to betray me. There's no benefit in it."
"What about the reward from Mirarudia, religious motives, anything like that?"
"Not to that extent…"
It's unlikely that Mirarudia is giving me a reward. I'm just one of many adjutants.
And as far as Monza is concerned, Mao is quite a moon worshiper, a not-so-enthusiastic one at that. There is no religious reason to hate demons.
It is possible that he has a personal grudge against the demon race for some reason, but that possibility is there for everyone. So I decided not to worry about it.
"Are you aware that you are the most important person in the Demon King's army?"
"Not really …"
There is a heavy responsibility for me to rule Ryun Height, but even if I die, I'm sure Airia and Kurzt will take care of it.
"Well …, it would be easy enough to run away if I was there."
The Master sighed and jumped off the chair.
"Since Schwerm is hostile territory, I'm opening a transfer camp in Bachen, the area controlled by the Demon King's army. Wait a moment while I make preparations."
While I wait for the master to finish the necessary procedure for the transfer, I'll finish all the paperwork for the day. I'll leave the details to Airia.
Then, using our Master's magic, we flew to the northern agricultural city of Bachen.
"Gosh …"
This is the first word that came out of my mouth, so you can imagine what Bachen's misery would be like.
There are two reasons.
The first is the cityscape.
Bachen's infrastructure was completely dead because it was destroyed during the second Division's invasion.
As an agricultural city, the waterways had been calculated, but they collapsed here and there. Red-black muddy water had accumulated in the drinking fountain, and the lion-shaped fountain had been smashed.
On the other hand, the second division of the Demon King's Army was still in ruins.
The troops that can still fight are out of the city, but the city is piled with injured soldiers upside down all over the place.
A small human-sized demon soldier is moaning with his upper arm wrapped in a blanket. However, one of his arms was missing.
On the other hand, a giant about five meters leaned against the wall of a house, breathing on his shoulder without moving. He seemed to have his eyes pierced with a spear, leaving a terrible scar.
"It feels like they've barely escaped …"
The Master pretends to be calm, but she was in a state of shock.
Hundreds of soldiers have fallen here and there on the main street inside the castle gate. Some of them were no longer breathing.
It seems that some private house has become a temporary field hospital, and a terrible scream can be heard. Perhaps they are also performing amputations.
The Master looked up at me and said:
"These guys have had a hard time returning to the main squad, but it's too pathetic to die like this. I'll treat the injured soldiers."
"That's fine, but what about the hero?"
"I'll leave it to you. If you need anything, you should come back here."
It seems that she really cares about the injured soldiers, and the Master immediately began casting a healing spell on the nearest soldier.
"Are you okay? I'll close the wound right away."
The caring Master couldn't be stopped now.
"Then, Master, I'm the only one going. I'll be back as soon as possible."
"Um, be careful. I'll pick you up later."
The Master is already treating the third soldier. The two demon soldiers are blinking their eyes and stroking their healed wounds over and over again.
Well, it can't be helped. ... I don't like it when my allies die in front of me.
"Take care, Master. Also, don't use too much magic again, or you'll collapse."
"Tiberito is also here, so don't worry. I'll say hello to him later."
I transformed and ran through the gates of Bachen. With the vast wheat fields outside the city walls at my side, I started running towards Schwerm.
Bachen is a city that supplies food to the army stationed in Schwerm, so the distance isn't far. With my werewolf legs, which are faster than a horse's, I should be able to get there by night.