Chapter 12: Hello Rathbos-san
In the story that I knew, he was depicted as an ordinary student.
In fact, he had no outstanding grades or abilities.
As a supporting character, there were no clear depictions of his battles, but it was clear that he couldn’t compare to the heroes.
However, there were scenes where he showed unusual intelligence, accurately reporting on the state of the battle or shining with ideas about tactics.
He played a role in assisting the main characters in those aspects.
As a reader, I thought of him as a character supporting the others
But at the end of the prologue of the story, just before delving into the individual episodes of the heroes, we readers would learn a shocking fact.
There was a mastermind behind the mysterious attacks and events that occurred around the protagonist.
Although the name was hidden, the description of the mastermind overlapped with Belfist.
Was he actually connected to the Demon King behind the scenes?
That prediction was half correct and half wrong.
He was the vessel that housed the soul of Demon King Satan.
I happened to cross paths with someone like him by chance.
It would be strange not to be cautious.
I didn’t want to meet this man more than the protagonist or the heroes.
I was really unlucky.
He stretched himself out, puffing up his chest trying to act important.
“Um, hey! What’s your name?”
“. . .There’s no need for me to tell you.”
“Huh? You know my name, don’t you? It’s okay to tell me your name.”
“. . .”
I didn’t answer.
I just stared at him intently.
“You have no intention of answering, huh? I guess it’s a bit rude to have an attitude like that towards your senior, you know? I don’t really mind, and Seika probably doesn’t either.”
“. . .”
“Be careful with other seniors. There are a lot of people in this school with high pride. If you provoke them, it won’t end well.”
It was a kind advice befitting of a senior.
He had a friendly personality and was loved by those around him.
The academy had people of various social statuses and positions, from commoners to nobles.
Among them, he stood out for having an exceptional number of friends.
Perhaps it was because of his unique atmosphere that lightened the mood.
In fact, when I talked to him, I almost let my guard down.
That’s absolutely not good.
He’s not just an ordinary person.
He’s the one I have to be most cautious of. . .
The one who killed Slayer.
“Hey, why have you been so cautious since earlier?”
“. . .A man suddenly fell from above. Isn’t it normal to be cautious?”
“That’s true. . .sorry for surprising you. I was thinking of taking a nap on a random tree branch, but the branch turned out to be weaker than I thought.”
“I see. Please be careful.”
While having a conversation, I was thinking about something else.
How to get through this situation.
Now that we’ve met, he knows of my existence.
No, it’s not a problem that he knows.
The problem lies in the fact that we coincidentally came into contact behind the scenes, rather than encountering each other as part of the main narrative. . .like it is in the story that I know. . .
I can’t predict what will happen next.
What stance is he taking in attending the academy?
Moreover, his soul is mixed with the Demon King, and I don’t know which one is dominant.
In the original work, it was depicted that he and the Demon King were mixed together, but that was only towards the end.
The details of the process are unknown.
For the sake of exciting the readers, the description was unnaturally cut out. . .
Is he currently the Demon King. . .or is he still Belfist, the human?
Either way, he’s still my enemy.
The enemy. . .I see.
“W-what? Why are you suddenly laughing?”
“Well, you know. . .if we’ve already met, it’s already too late.”
“What are you talking about. . .”
Covers a certain area centered around the user with a transparent wall, isolating it from the real world.
The sky turns gray, and the colors of the trees darken.
“Barrier? Hey, what are you planning?”
“That’s my line. What were you thinking when you appeared in front of me?”
“Huh? I already explained it, didn’t I? I was just slacking off.”
“Is that really it? Don’t you have any other intentions, Demon King Satan?”
As soon as I mentioned that name, he opened his eyes wide in surprise.
But he quickly regained his composure and replied calmly.
“What are you talking about? I’m Belfist. calling me Demon King isn’t funny.”
“You’re smiling while saying that. There’s no need to hide it. I know. Your soul is mixed with Demon King Satan’s.”
If by any chance, I’m wrong, then so be it.
But I was sure of it.
There are five heroes, led by the protagonist Flare.
And there’s me, Slayer. . .
With this many characters, it’s impossible for there not to be a Demon King.
“To say such a joke to someone you’ve just met.”
“Does it look like I’m joking?”
“. . .”
“. . .”
We stared at each other.
Mixing suspicion and caution, keeping a perfect distance.
When my seriousness was conveyed to him through my expression, he let out a big sigh and placed his hand on his waist, looking down.
“Haah. . .jeez.”
The atmosphere changed.
As he slowly raised his face, his eyes——
“How did you know that?”
The Demon King’s eyes had changed.