Chapter 16: Another Request
The day after the fierce battle with the Demon King.
“. . .ugh, morning. . .”
I woke up feeling the brightness of the morning sun.
My body was tired and heavy.
My joints were stiff and a little painful.
I could feel the pain.
Yes. . .
“I’m alive.”
I survived the battle with the Demon King.
After being shown overwhelming power and hesitating about using a desperate last resort, we negotiated, and I returned to my everyday life.
No, I can’t call it my daily life anymore.
Now I am. . .
“. . .sigh.”
I let out a small sigh and called for the maid to prepare for the morning.
I spent breakfast with my family and headed to school, behaving as if nothing had changed.
To be honest, I’m not looking forward to it.
Rather, I still can’t believe it.
After such a battle, even prepared to die, that I am still alive.
Above all. . .
“Slayer.”
This man, the vessel of Demon King Satan, Belfist. . .
“Good morning.”
“. . .yeah.”
To think he became my fiancé.
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Going back in time, just after the fierce battle had ended.
Shaking off my despair, I said to the Demon King:
“Protect you?”
“Yes. Protect me. Forever.”
In any case, the Demon King had already figured out my true identity.
He knew my hidden purpose, so things wouldn’t go as I wanted from now on.
So I decided to use him.
If the trigger for the death of Slayer, the strongest being in this world, was the Demon King Satan, then if I could make him my ally, I would never die.
I probably wouldn’t be able to live a normal life.
But that was okay.
I didn’t want to have a sad ending.
“Heh, it sounded like a proposal just now.”
“You’re the one who proposed. I’m just trying to protect myself. I don’t want to die, so I’m telling you to protect me.”
“You’re quite bold in this situation.”
“That’s precisely why. I have nowhere to run. So I’ll fight to the bitter end.”
If I couldn’t be acknowledged, then I would fight until I was.
This time, I wouldn’t hesitate.
No matter what kind of fight it is, I would use my trump card to defeat the Demon King.
With a strong determination in my eyes, I looked at Demon King Satan.
“You have good eyes. They haven’t lost their light yet.”
“. . .What will you do? If you can’t accept my demands, then this conversation is over.”
“Heh, alright. I’ll listen to your request. I’ll guarantee your safety.”
Satan answered.
In my heart, I muttered “good.”
I couldn’t tell if his words were true or not, but for now, it seemed like he was on my side.
The problem was how to make sure he wouldn’t betray me from now on. . .
“However! I have a condition too.”
“A condition? Are you planning to make me do something other than getting married?”
“That’s right. I’ll accept your request. I’ll also make an additional request.”
“You already made a condition for the marriage proposal. It’s unfair to ask for another one.”
When I objected, Demon King Satan smiled.
“It’s better not to think that you can negotiate fairly in front of me.”
I felt a chill from his cold gaze.
It felt as if someone whispered in my ear, saying that he could kill me in an instant.
I felt such a loose and dull killing intent for the first time.
My body tensed up.
“Don’t worry. It’s not a big request.”
“. . .What should I do?”
“Help me find my other half.”
“. . .What do you mean?”
I didn’t understand what he was saying.
Demon King’s other half?
That word didn’t even appear in the original story.
It sounded like he was incomplete, right in front of me.
“As you thought.”
“! My thoughts. . .”
“I can tell even without reading your mind. Your face is quite easy to read.”
He touched his own cheek suddenly.
It was the first time I had been told that my face was easy to read.
Even though I thought I was being careful.
“. . .Can you explain it to me?”
“Sure. Let me explain briefly. Soon. . .the effect of the isolation barrier will wear off.”
There was a time limit for the isolation barrier.
Even if he stripped me of my control, the limitations that occurred when it was first deployed would not change.
Until the end of class in the outside world.
With the sound of the bell signaling the end of class, the barrier would collapse.
“My resurrection is incomplete. As you can see, my body hasn’t returned. What’s here is only a part of my soul and power.”
“A part. . .”
This much strength without being a complete body?
How terrifying would it be if he were fully resurrected?
In the book, the heroes were able to defeat the Demon King quite often.
If the Demon King is a monster, then the heroes are monsters as well.
“At the same time as my soul was resurrected, my power was scattered into countless pieces. I want to recover that power.”
“Scattered. . .where?”
“In the hearts of humans.”
The hearts of humans. . .?
I tilted my head in confusion.
“Power harbors will. My power was drawn to the gaps in human hearts. Regret, conflict, guilt. . .Everyone has at least one secret they can’t tell others. Just like you and I.”
“. . .I see.”
“Holes are created in such human hearts. In order to fill those holes, the heart seeks a replacement. My power was drawn to that.”
“I don’t really understand. So, are there other humans who have your power?”
“That’s right. Well, they probably don’t realize it themselves.”
I understood the request.
After understanding, I said to Satan,
“It’s impossible.”
“What did you say?”
“Well, we don’t even know where that person is. Do you have any idea how many humans there are in the world?”
If Satan is asking for my help, it means he doesn’t have the power to sense the location of his power himself.”
Or maybe he doesn’t know the exact location.
If that’s not the case, there would be no need to rely on others.
He would just find and reclaim the power himself.
“Rest assured. Power attracts power. I am here. Therefore, the wielders of the power. . .are within the school.”
“Why do you think that? Do you have any evidence?”
“Oh, I just became convinced of it a moment ago. My separated powers. . .are housed in the heroes you mentioned.”
“What. . .?”
What is he saying. . .?
The heroes have the power of the Demon King?
That’s impossible.
There was no such description or development in the original work.
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