SIDE: Slayer・Raeburn

Slayer Raeburn.

The main character of this story and the character I was reincarnated into.

Originally, my role was to oppose the protagonist Flare and serve as a supporting character to highlight her existence.

I was tired of playing such a role.

I didn’t want to meet a tragic end after being reincarnated.

So――

I decided to become stronger.

I was tempted by the final boss and betrayed, then killed.

If that’s the only ending prepared for me, then I just need to become strong enough to defeat the final boss.

I’ll become stronger and cut down those who get in my way.

I’m not looking for a dramatic ending.

I just want to live a slightly exciting life, even if it’s not ordinary.

“Father! I want to study magic!”

“Hmm? Magic? I don’t mind, but what’s gotten into you all of a sudden?”

“I want to become a great mage in the future!”

“Wow!”Oh! Already thinking about the future… Slayer, you’re amazing. 

Alright, I’ll prepare what you need.”

“Thank you!”

Thanks to my doting parents, I was able to prepare what I needed for special training.

A famous mage even came to teach me.

But that wasn’t enough.

I had to surpass the Demon King. . .the Last Boss of this world.

I couldn’t be satisfied with just average strength.

I secretly went out at night and fought monsters alone to gain practical experience.

As I spent such days…

I enrolled in a school.

As expected, there were more unexpected things than I thought.

But my skills as a trained mage were useful.

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“I see. So that’s why you were able to fight so well.”

“Yes, I trained to defeat you.”

“Haha, scary, scary. It was really something. I… or rather, Satan, who mixed with me, was also surprised. To think there was a human who could fight this well.”

“Is that so? If I managed to surprise you, then that’s enough.”

While saying that, I wasn’t satisfied.

The battle with Belfist, the vessel of the Demon King, was a close one.

I was forced to use my trump card.

“I’ll train to win next time.”

“Isn’t that unnecessary now?”

“I don’t know. You might betray me someday.”

“I don’t trust you.”

“Of course not. You’re the Demon King. . .an enemy who might kill me.”

Of course, that wasn’t the only reason now.

“Well, then, I’ll just pray that day never comes.”

“What does the Demon King pray for?”

“That’s true. Hmm, then I’ll just expect great things from you.”

“From me?”

What does he expect from me?

The answer to that question became clear right away.

“Yes. You’re suitable to be my wife. I hope that will continue in the future.”

“You’re so condescending.”

“I’m the Demon Lord, after all.”

After talking this far, we laughed.

While talking about the possibility of fighting each other, we didn’t take it seriously.

I had a feeling moments like this will continue in the future…

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