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 Side Stories

Contents

Story 1: Shizue Izawa’s Childhood

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 Story 1

Shizue Izawa’s Childhood

I, Shizue Izawa, am an otherworlder summoned into this world.

It’s early morning. My day started with harsh training. Just now, my sword got deflected and I
was struck hard. As I fell to the ground, I was subjected to fierce scolding.
“Mind your shield! Your sword should always be at the ready!”
It was from the Black Knight Claude, famed as the strongest among the subordinates of
Demon Lord Leon. He is my teacher.
After Demon Lord Leon made me possess Ifrit, I came to be treated as a high-ranking majin.
I became able to manipulate fire at will, and as a result, I began a life of disposing of the majin
forces that antagonize Demon Lord Leon. However, Demon Lord Leon seems not to be satisfied,
as he has ordered his trusted confidant Claude-san to make me master martial arts. At first, I
received guidance in a group, together with many people, adults and children alike. But before
long, I was given special treatment and switched to one-on-one coaching.
Training is hard. I am equipped with a wooden sword and shield that were made to weigh
the same as the real ones. They were never adjusted to fit a child like me. They are so heavy
that merely lifting them is arduous work. In addition, I am made to wear a padded undershirt
containing sand, instead of armor, and when I fall down, getting back up is difficult enough. And
even when I am struggling with that, my master, Claude-san, didn’t show a hint of compassion.

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 “What are you doing? On your feet, now!”
He scolded me again, this time with a kick. After sensing it, I avoided it feverishly. I thought
I couldn’t move anymore, and yet my body reacted. This is all thanks to my ‘Unity’ with Ifrit.
Before I knew it, I obtained power that made me a high-ranking majin. But even that power
can’t beat Claude-san. After all, his status as the strongest subordinate of Demon Lord Leon is
not just for show; he is not just some child who somehow became a high-ranking majin recently.
“You’re slow,” he said, slamming his wooden sword against my shield. The shock sent a
searing pain through my arm holding it. It hurt so bad, I think I might have broken a bone. Sadly,
I came to learn to grasp the condition of my body from the intensity of the pain. In other words,
I injured myself every single day, and that is not something to be praised for. At this rate, I’ll
end up crippled from my training before I master martial arts.
It isn’t like Claude-san cared about that, though.
“Hold up your shield, or do you want your skull cracked open?”
He scolded me heartlessly, while my eyes were watering from the pain. To be honest, I
think Claude-san is an oni. I think he is being immature towards an eight-year old me. But, for
Claude-san, he is still showing his utmost kindness in his own way, by making sure I don’t die.
The cold healing medicine dripping down from my head is comforting.
Oh, I see.
It looks like I was unable to avoid the blow to my head. I probably owe my life to the
disaster hood I was wearing in place of a helmet.
“A-are you okay?”
I can hear Claude-san’s voice, in a panic somewhere. He was really strict during training,
but that voice is very kind. Needless to say, even Claude-san would be punished if he were to
kill an associate of a demon lord. But that wasn’t the reason he was anxious; judging from the
sound of his voice, I can feel that he’s genuinely concerned for me.
That’s what gives me the strength to do my best.
“I am fine.”
“I-is that so? All right!”
He breathed a sigh of relief. That soon faded away, and his usual stern gaze hit me.
“That’s all the medicine for today. Don’t neglect your exercise so that you can react better
tomorrow. Do longer training runs to build up the foundation of your physical strength!”
“Yes, master.”
Hearing my reply, Claude-san nodded with a “hmm.” That marked the end of today’s com-
bat training. Then I started running as I was told, with the wooden sword and shield, while
wearing the sand-padded undergarment. Normally, I wouldn’t be able to even take one step.
But I can move now somehow. I unfortunately ended up being able to. I’m a little unhappy with
the fact that it feels like I’ve stopped being a human, but it’s too late to regret that.
After all, there was a new majin attack something like once a week, and the role of Ifrit,
who has assimilated with me, is to repel them all. I can’t make choices during battles, but I’m
conscious, which makes me remember what I did. That’s why I fully understand I have to be

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strong. Age doesn’t matter in this world. If I want to survive, I have to figure out what I can do.
On top of that, all I should do is to improve myself little by little. Knowing this, I kept running
until noon, until I could hardly move.

From noon till evening, I stand by Demon Lord Leon’s side. He seldom talks to me now that
the majins’ attacks have gotten more frequent. He spends most of his day in his office. I’m
not really sure myself, but apparently he has a lot of paperwork he has to deal with. When I
heard that he works while I’m practicing, it gave me the impression that he’s a workaholic. I
didn’t tell anyone, but I was surprised when I heard it because I thought that his job was to act
all self-important and lord it over people.
I stay in the throne room for about two hours during the day. Quite a few people come to
see him every day. I don’t speak a word and just listen to the conversations. What I learned from
them is that Demon Lord Leon is unexpectedly adored. About 90 percent of the visits were to
report on how things were going and words of gratitude.
This place is a hidden village in the Great Jura Forest, and even the castle was erected to be
hidden behind the rocky mountains. Furthermore, it seems to have been magically concealed
by Demon Lord Leon’s power, hiding it from public view. Despite that, it still gets attacked
repeatedly, the reason being that this land was taken from another demon lord. And no matter
how much you try to conceal something, it’s moot when others already know where it is.
Also the people who live in such a place are, to my surprise, like the slaves of the Eastern
Empire and Western Countries. I heard that children of mixed majin blood are not strong enough
to survive in an area inhabited by monsters, and that they are subject to discrimination in human
habitations. There is no place for them to live, and so some rather choose to be slaves. Others
were forced to live for different reasons, including those who fell into slavery because they didn’t
pay their taxes, those who were hunted down by bandits and sold off, and those who fled after
being defeated in tribal wars. Some were even sold by their parents out of poverty. Now they
all admire Demon Lord Leon.
As for my case, I know the miseries of war. I realized that my mother was going through a
lot of hardship because food rations were tight. Still, that was better than what the people I saw
here have experienced. So I can understand their reverence for the person who has saved them.
But that makes me more puzzled. Why is Demon Lord Leon helping people in secret?
“Hm, pitiful people. All it takes is a little mercy to fill their hearts with loyalty to me.”
Perhaps Demon Lord Leon noticed my gaze as he said those words with a sneer. That’s
the attitude I expected from a demon lord. I was almost fooled. As I thought, he’s a bad guy. I
didn’t say it out loud, but I vowed to myself that I would never be deceived about that again.

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 One day, through a casual conversation with Claude-san during my training, I asked where
the people who gathered had gone.
“His Majesty Leon has sent all the people that gathered to work to his country, which is a
safe place for them to live. However, only those who are deemed worthy to be his own people
after their aptitude is judged here will be sent there.”
Apparently, Demon Lord Leon rules a vast territory apart from this land. Claude-san said
that the purpose of this place was to select suitable people to live there.
“But monsters attack here every day, and bad majins have their eyes on Leon-sama. If his
country is safe, isn’t it better for Leon-sama to move there?”
Ignoring something complicated such as selecting people, I thought it would be better for a
king to be in a safe place. My job is to guard Demon Lord Leon. It would be easier to protect
him if he stayed in a safe place, meaning my job would be way easier…
“Hahaha, you’re pretty smart, Shizu. But he can’t do that. Drawing the enemy’s attention
is a core reason for remaining here.”
“Enemy? Are we trying to stand out, while also staying hidden?”
What does that mean? We are supposed to be living here in secret, so how does that make
sense when our purpose is to attract attention?
“Hm, there are several reasons, but the problem is that the kingdom is under construction. It
will be an impregnable city once the construction is complete, but as of now, it’s still dangerous.
By keeping the enemy’s eyes on us here, we can keep the work there uninterrupted. Then again,
the future site borders on the territory of another wickedly dangerous guy. Fortunately, there
haven’t been any hostilities; we’re just keeping an eye out for now. Whom we should be more
cautious about is a man named Clayman, who is actively hostile towards us.”
Clayman is also a demon lord. I was surprised when I learned that there is more than one
demon lord, and to hear that we have our eyes on such a terrifying person frightens me.
“Can I defeat him?”
“That’s got to be impossible. Not yet. Ifrit is a powerful spirit, and now that you became a
majin, you’ll become even stronger. But still, you can’t win against a disaster-class.”
“That’s…”
“That’s why, Shizu. Be stronger. Train harder to protect His Majesty Leon. Be stronger
until no one can defeat you!” Claude-san encouraged me, and I agreed with a “yeah!”
I don’t quite get the logic about becoming stronger to protect Demon Lord Leon, who is
much stronger than me, but I don’t need any reason to become strong. This is not the world
where I was scared of air-raids and lost my mother. You can become stronger the harder you
try in this world, and in order for me to live through I will become strong. Now, I’m still just
completely relying on Ifrit’s power, but still, I will be able to master its power someday and
protect the people within my reach.
“By that time, I will also protect Master Claude!”
“Hahaha, you cheeky child. If that’s the case, I shall not hold back with your training!”
With that, I had to spend more intense days of training.

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The contents of my training were not only related to martial arts, but also a wide range of other
things.
“Shall we learn about manners today?”
The one who said that was the one standing at my back and is one of Demon Lord Leon’s
confidants, Silver Knight Alrose-sama. He usually supervises the construction of the country
on behalf of Demon Lord Leon. He’s a very busy individual, but he still manages to regularly
come to the base in the Great Jura Forest to report. It appears that he was appointed to teach me
table manners tonight.
“Um, meals are usually Master Claude’s…”
“He’s no good. Sure, that man is skillful, but he’s unrefined. I’ve been told he has almost
killed you countless times.”
“T-that, that’s because of my carelessness—”
“You fool. It’s ridiculous to be serious about killing a child who is not even ten years old,”
Alrose-sama said bitterly, criticizing Claude-san. I don’t agree with what he said, but the food
was brought to the table faster than I could make a retort.
“First is the hors d’oeuvre. Eat it using the outermost fork and knife,” he said, as the woman
who was sitting in front of me demonstrated it.
Use your knife to pull the salad into your fork then to your mouth in a graceful manner.
Make sure to carefully adjust the size with the knife to make the salad bite-sized. That’s what
he explained to me, but I had no time to follow all that.
Alrose-sama patiently supervised my movements. That’s why I tried looking at the woman’s
demonstration and desperately imitated her.
“Hm. You used to use a utensil called chopsticks in your hometown. I looked it up, and
apparently there are some parts in this world that also use such a utensil. There was no custom
of using forks and knives in those areas, so I thought it would be difficult for you to use them,
but…you’re surprisingly skillful at this.”
Did he praise me? If so, that makes me glad. When I came to this world, there was one
thing that made me happy. It was that meals were served to me every day. If you train hard, you
get hungry. I was worried about what to do if I didn’t have enough food, but that turned out to
be a non-issue. I was told that it was a crude menu, but compared to the ration yam I received
in my previous world, it was nothing short of a feast. They gave me vegetable soup and bread,
hearty stew, and sometimes meat.
At first, I was perplexed by these unfamiliar dishes, but once I tried them, they were so
delicious that I quickly adapted to the food here. I learned how to eat their food through obser-

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vation and imitation. Because it would be a waste if I spilled or left too much food. That’s why
I learned proper eating manners, or so I thought…
“However, it’s still far from elegant. Good thing I’m doing something about it early. At this
rate, you might grow a bad habit.”
To Alrose-sama, my gestures were totally no good. Then, he reprimanded me at the next
soup.
“Don’t slurp it. And most especially, don’t make a noise!” he scolded me with a slap on
my shoulder.
I noticed he was carrying a short stick, but I didn’t expect it was for this use. It was not
unbearable, but I cried a little from the shock of being hit, not like Alrose-sama cared though.
“Again.”
Then I did it again about five times, and finally passed. Though, just barely.

Then the next harsh lesson started. Delicious dishes that I had never seen appeared one after
another. In spite of that, I was so desperate to learn manners that I had no time to taste the food.
When it was over, I got exhausted, and Alrose-sama didn’t waste a second to reprimand me.
“Straighten up! Don’t forget that the most important thing while eating is your posture.”
That’s why they even prepared a special chair for me. Alrose-sama is right, after all.
“Anyway, I didn’t expect you to remember everything today. I’ll give you this opportunity
once a week, so you will study with her from now on. If you have any other questions, feel free
to ask her.”
Alrose-sama introduced the woman who demonstrated for him. I wasn’t able to ask for
her name during the lecture, but to my surprise, she was a colleague of both Alrose-sama and
Claude-san. Her name was Maetel, the White Knight, one of the confidants of Demon Lord
Leon. I heard she specializes in recovery magic.
“There must be some things you can’t discuss with men, right? Don’t hesitate to ask me
anything,” Maetel-san said with a smile. She seems very nice. She reminds me of my mother a
little. Not wanting to get sentimental, I smiled back at Maetel-san.

Maetel-san said that manners don’t have to be so formal. Since I’m a bodyguard of Demon
Lord Leon, I might need to join banquets. She said that’s the reason why Alrose-sama is trying
to make me able to handle such a situation.
“Even if there were, they would only be with merchants, so I don’t think you have to use
such formal manners as dealing with aristocrats. Well, you lose nothing by learning them, so
good luck.”
I was relieved to hear that. And one more thing.
“You can eat delicious food, no? It’s Shizu-chan’s reward for doing her best.”
But it would be better if she’d let me eat them more freely.
“Tee-hee, of course, I can’t do that. I can’t just show partiality to you for no reason. So, if
you want to taste delicious food, learn the etiquette and become a lady soon.”

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 I’m quite disappointed to hear that, but at the same time, I also want to become a wonderful
woman like Maetel-san. I shall do my best and be approved soon.
I made up my mind and secretly kindled the flame of my motivation.

The combat training is still handled by Master Claude. And Maetel-san taught me various other
affairs. She told me that there are nine other demon lords in this world aside from Demon Lord
Leon. And there are also four beings more dangerous than them—the True Dragons. Rather
than teaching me general knowledge, she proceeded with educating me about such dangerous
beings.
“There wouldn’t be a problem if you embarrassed yourself in the town or castle, as you
could just reflect and learn from it. But if you failed in dealing with an entity of disaster like
a demon lord, it would be over at that point. There would be no next time, so you wouldn’t
be able to reflect on it. That’s why, it might be too early for you, but I want you to learn these
important matters,” Maetel-san said.
As a bodyguard to Demon Lord Leon, I might meet such individuals. So she helped me to
be more cautious so as to not cause trouble when that happened.
True Dragons are immortal creatures. Currently, there are only three confirmed to be active,
as the other one is still awaiting its resurrection. And one of those three is sealed somewhere
here in the Great Jura Forest. Some entity called a Hero was responsible for that. They are
supposed to be the counterpart to the demon lords, but it’s still unknown what their nexus is. At
present, there are only four alive.
The Golden-Haired Hero, the Masked Hero, the Western Guardian, and the Imperial em-
peror. The latter is supposedly a descendant of a hero, but whether he is a hero himself or not is
unclear. There’s also a famous elven hero who fought against an evil dragon, but it’s unknown
whether she’s alive.
“They say the one who sealed the True Dragon—Storm Dragon Veldora—was the masked
hero. And, lo and behold, the golden-haired hero is—ah, this one will be a secret. Although,
I’ll tell you this someday. Be sure to work hard so that I can do so.”1
“…Huh?” I sputtered, bewildered
Maetel-san just chuckled. Her attitude tells me that she has no intention of letting me in on
everything that easily. Convinced of this, I vowed to myself to put in more effort.

Incidentally, though very unexpected, Demon Lord Leon also cautioned me. The progress
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If you haven’t figured it out yet, she isn’t talking about Masayuki, who isn’t in this world yet, but Leon himself.
The Western Guardian being Granbell, naturally.

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of my education was put to test in his spare time during an audience with him. During that, he
told me that there are also very troublesome beings. It was not I who answered the question, but
my instructor, Claude-san. That said, Demon Lord Leon was not convinced.
“Her odds? Claude, you would’ve been right had you been training your average warrior.
But Shizu is different. If you leave everything to Ifrit, your strength will immediately reach its
peak. As proof, you did nothing at all in the battles against the majins, Shizu.”
“But Shizu is still a child. It’s only natural she couldn’t do anything.”
Demon Lord Leon snorted and ignored Claude-san. He then turned and glared at me with
piercing eyes.
“Shizu, are you fine with completely relying on Ifrit?”
There’s no way I am. The reason I’m training hard is to reduce the number of unhappy
people. In order for me to survive and to protect those I can protect with these hands, I need to
be strong. In order to do this, I should not let Ifrit alone do all the fighting.
“No.”
That’s why I answered honestly.
“That’s good to hear. Don’t be a burden; be a useful tool. In order to do so, you must be able
to make the most of the ‘unity’ with Ifrit and master using its power. If you semi-materialize
your body, physical attacks won’t work, even without a shield. And that sword—”
With a glance at the heavily modified wooden sword, Demon Lord Leon knitted his brows.
“…It’s pointless. Shizu would be better off lashing her enemies with speed, rather than
relying on brute strength. Speed is the most important factor in battle. If you don’t train for it,
instead becoming a turtle; only death will await you should your shell ever crack.”
These are harsh words, but Demon Lord Leon is right. However, Claude-san didn’t seem
convinced.
“With all due respect, Leon-sama, are you intending to change Shizu’s weapon into a rapier?
After all, if you do such a thing, Shizu’s means of defense will decrease. It is next to impossible
to block the enemy’s sword with a rapier.”
“I can,” he stated.
“Shizu is not like you, Leon-sama,” Clause insisted. “First of all—”
“She can.”
That declaration was equivalent to an order.
“Understood. In that case, I shall reconsider Shizu-san’s training,” Claude-san conceded.
“All right.”
Probably feeling satisfied, he was about to leave, but then stopped halfway and looked back
at me.
“Shizu, I’ll give you a piece of advice. Talk more with Ifrit. Reach a mutual understanding
with it and take its power for yourself. If you don’t, you’ll be consumed by it.”
That made me wonder. Because Demon Lord Leon wanted Ifrit to possess a new body…
By new body, he means me…
“Leon-sama, didn’t you want me to be a body for Ifrit?” I asked him without thinking, and

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Demon Lord Leon clicked his tongue. He looked pretty upset, but he was still willing to answer.
“Spirits are lifeforms of no free will. As they approach becoming a greater spirit, they
develop a sense of self. But they have no emotions. They cannot distinguish right from wrong,
and will only do what their master ordered them to do, just like a machine. That’s why, I want
you to guide it to new heights by having it learn from your conversations.”
I asked him the question while thinking he might get mad at me, but surprisingly, Demon
Lord Leon gave a serious explanation. I’ve never had such a long conversation with him. And
his explanation was very convincing because it was about Ifrit’s development. Evidently, Ifrit
does not know swordsmanship. It makes sense that I can be stronger by supplementing that part.
“I suppose you will never meet her, but she is there in that land—one of the rulers of
the demons named Jaune, the Yellow Primordial. There’s another guy called Noir, the Black
Primordial. He’s a real piece of work and—”
Demon Lord Leon’s explanation was short, but the gist of it was clear. In short, the Primor-
dials are very dangerous. I don’t think I’ll ever meet them, but I kept in mind to be careful.

I learned quite a bit through this. Unfortunately, there was nothing that I would have learnt
from school ever thought to me. After all, they told me I wouldn’t be needing to write anything
and so I didn’t have to study it.
“Aren’t you going to teach me to learn the language, math, or history?”
I thought those things are essential things to learn at school, so I tried to ask the question.
Maetel-san was perplexed, but answered smiling: “Our country is new. So, there’s not enough
history to teach. Besides, most of our people are illiterate, so the establishment of educational
institutions is a future task. That’s why it would be inefficient to teach only you.”
Luckily, a common language is used in the Sorcerer’s Dynasty, which is Demon Lord Leon’s
main business partner, and the human lands, such as the Western Nations and the Eastern Empire.
There are many different countries, yet there’s only one language. I was surprised to hear that,
but she followed up with something even more surprising.
“First of all, Shizu-chan, you and I are speaking different languages. Haven’t you noticed?”
“Eh?”
“Hee-hee. As expected, you haven’t. Speech conveying a person’s will can be analyzed
with magic. That’s the reason why you can’t talk to other adults.”
Now that she mentioned it, maybe that’s indeed the case. I thought I was certainly being
hated because I was an outsider, but I guess I was mistaken.
“Good grief, shame to Claude-dono. He did not teach you the most important thing. Even
if it’s too early for you to learn magic, ‘Magic Perception’ is a foundation of battle.”
After that conversation, Claude-san and Maetel-san had an argument, and in the end, it was
decided that Claude-san would teach me ‘Magic Perception.’
“Yeah, sorry about that,” Claude-san apologized. “If you learned this first, you’d lose the
ability to sense killing intents and presence, so I thought I should put off teaching you ‘Magic
Perception.’ I totally forgot that you couldn’t talk to anyone but us.”

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 At the sight of me gravely shaking my head, he laughed. Then he gently stroked my head.

The next day, ‘Magic Perception’ was added to my class, and it took me about 2 weeks to
get it. Then, indeed, I was able to communicate with people I had not been able to communicate
with before. I even made friends. This is how I got used to life in this world.

Majins raids were frequent and relentless. Fighting is scary, but everything will soon be over if
I just leave it to Ifrit. Training is harder for me. The days of being badly beaten by Claude-san
continue.
One day, something unusual happened. Demon Lord Leon appeared during my training.
“Claude, this fighting style…doesn’t fit Shizu.”
That’s the first thing he said. He glared at me with a sullen expression on his face. I hid
behind Claude-san in fear, but Demon Lord Leon had no time for my antics.
“Shizu, show yourself.”
I cannot disobey his order. Having no choice, I stepped forward and stood facing Demon
Lord Leon.
“This get-up is also a problem. Why are you carrying a shield?”
“Leon-sama, if we let Shizu get used to a heavy shield, her defense will become as hard as
an iron wall. With Ifrit, she can increase her odds in battle.”
“I understand. I will strive to get closer to Ifrit-san,” I added.
But Demon Lord Leon still had a troubled look on his face. The wrinkle between his eye-
brows seems to be getting deeper… I want to think I’m only imagining it.
“Strive.”
In the end, Demo Lord Leon left without saying anything more.

Several years came and went. Maybe because I was recognized as an executive, I was allowed
to move about freely, to some extent. My symbiotic relationship with Ifrit is going well, and my
free time has increased. Perhaps it was this sense of relief that caught me off guard and led to
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 I have killed Pirino, my friend, with my own hands. The reason was that Ifrit went out of
control, but that was because I failed to control it. That day I lost something important to me as
a human.
‘As I thought, it was too early to allow her to go free.’
‘I’m sorry. I got careless because Shizu was excellent.’
‘But now that it has come to this—it’s impossible for her to live with us…’
‘Hm, I have no need for unusable tools. It won’t be long before we leave this base. Let’s
leave Shizu behind then.’

It feels like the conversation took place in a misty distant place. It seems to have been a
long discussion, but the last words strangely remained in my mind. It was the words Demon
Lord Leon seems to have uttered—I have no need for unusable tools. Only those words echoed
repeatedly in my mind until I lost consciousness.
And then, it was when I was left alone in the abandoned castle, waiting for an enemy that
may come, that I regained consciousness. I don’t know what Demon Lord Leon really intended
when he told me to stay. There is no point in my staying here because they fled without fighting
the enemy. But the fact that I was left behind here means that they’ve abandoned me.
It seems that’s the case, but I don’t want to believe it. Master Claude, Maetel-san, and
even Alrose-sama were all kind to me. I also made some friends…those that worked in the
castle—but Pirino is already gone. Right. She was killed by Ifrit—my own hands. That’s why
there’s no way we can reach a mutual understanding anymore. If the spirit can learn and grow
through its mutual influence with the host, then my relationship with Ifrit is the worst. That’s
why Demon Lord Leon abandoned me. Broken tools are of no value to him… That’s the only
reason I could think of as to why he abandoned me. For some reason, I remembered the eyes
of Demon Lord Leon. Those cold, unfeeling eyes. That person, who hates useless things… Did
he really abandon me for that reason? What if he had something else in mind?
Maybe I’m just trying to find excuses because I can’t move on. My desire to have that
warmth again does not allow me to accept reality. And now it’s gone and never to be obtained
again. Still, I keep my unfulfilled wish in my heart.
Chk chk chk…
It’s the footsteps of the enemy echoing throughout the castle. It’s very quiet yet clearly
audible.
The Hero came. At present, I have no chance of winning against the Hero, who could even
destroy a demon lord. It seems that Demon Lord Leon is really determined to get rid of me.
Then, I shall give everything I’ve got, maintaining my pride as a tool until the bitter end. I
will fight in my way as a majin of flames. And, I want to at least ingrain into the memory of the
Hero the proof that I have lived.
All that was left for me now was to fight.
………
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 …
Fate has a way with irony. I lost to the Hero. But by some twist of fate… I found myself
under the guardianship of the Hero, who was supposed to be my enemy.

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