Volume 4, Chapter 7: I turned 11 years old, Part 1

Deep in the basement of the Daemon Kings Castle He was having a light dream.

He wasnt asleep. He doesnt know what sleep is.

Lying on top of the massive magic formation that had already lost its light, he closed his eyes and tried to recover the magic power that hed lost.

A small distance away, several hundred of the people called [Daemons], were pouring their magic power into Him with faces that looked like they were about to die.

If they were killed, and their souls devoured, he knew that he could gain some magic power.

But He didnt do so.

From his thousands of years of experience, he knew that mere diluted souls wouldnt help recover much.

It was worthless unless it was a soul that was filled with fear which fell into madness and depravity.

It was better that he bound them with fear and had them supply him with magic power.

Also, if he killed every living creature within his sight, he might be able to Manifest in this world with their bodies and souls.

But He did not.

Although he had been defeated once, His pride did not allow him to go seriously against her.

There was anger. But there was no resentment.

Even the anger almost faded when he kept his eyes closed like that.

He recalled the Girl.

Every day that She spent in the Demon World

At first she was tiny, and with her knowledge she was clearly a foolish existence.

Because he thought that her existence was interesting, he decided to keep her until he got bored, but She was different from anyone else He had met thus far.

Quite like a human being While He had more knowledge and intelligence than humans, hed only done and said foolish things.

That weak existence wasnt afraid of Him, and buried its face in his fur, and it was very strong, its power easily rising to match his with only a little help.

Before he knew it, it had become normal for Her to stay be his side. It was like the thousands of years of loneliness was a lie, and it reached the point where he preferred Her gentle, laid-back atmosphere.

He knew that She loved the material world.

Thinking that She would someday forsake the Demon world to go to that place, He, for the first time in his existence, was embarrassed about the [Feelings] that he couldnt identify.

So he bound her. In order to keep Her from going away. He bound her with fear, bound her with power, gave her a toy (pet), and bound her with feelings.

But She still went away To the human world.

Angry, He rampaged across the Demon World.

Just with a roar, he would send weaker demons scrambling to hide, and with several Arch Demons, He challenged one of the pillars, a Demon Duke, killing and eating him. Even the six remaining pillar Demon Dukes (Demon Lords) all avoided fighting with Him, and nobody dared to stay around Him.

There was no resentment.

Only a burning anger that continued to burn Him from the inside.

What kind of anger was this? Just [Who] was it directed at?

Before he even knew or realized why he had become angry, he felt a mighty magic power that distorted the dimensions.

Actually, the space was really being distorted. Feeling a nostalgic [Magic Power] leaking from that, He used his own magical power to wrench open the dimension, and He headed towards the material world only to be rejected by Her.

He didnt give up.

If she wouldnt return to him, he would kill and eat her himself just to reclaim her.

And then He woke from his dream.

It was slightly sweet that drunken feeling of that nostalgic magic power

There was no day or night in the Daemon Kings Territory. Although its merely a metaphor, the Daemon Kings Territory was in fact thick with clouds due to the miasma and malice caused by the rotting meat of those who had been cruelly killed, the sun didnt shine even at midday.

There were many nocturnal Daemons among those with strong monster blood, it was possible to move in the night or the day, so naturally whether it was daytime or night time didnt matter.

In the country of the Daemon King Gistez, everyone who could fight had already headed out in the [Daemon Kings Army], and all those that remained, were the [Weak] that couldnt fight.

The sick, the young, the elderly, and the disabled all had their food taken away by the rest, and were given no choice but to die.

But the Daemons didnt give up.

They refused to accept their fate and die docilely, and the weak aimed for the even weaker, struggling desperately and taking everything to survive.

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Those that were afraid, held their breath and hid.

In a devastated, filth-covered city, a single [Human] [Girl] was lightly strolling.

She wore a well-tailored dress of black and silver, and had smooth, white skin, and golden hair that let out a faint glow.

With a beauty that could charm anyone, even the Daemons who didnt believe in gods thought that she was an angel.

Although the strong had disappeared, if a human girl walked around this horrible Daemon city, she would have been reaped and ended before she even took a few steps.

However, nobody stopped the girl. No one even made eye contact.

It had been a few hours since this girl showed up in the town.

And the Daemons thought of the horrible brutalities that that girl had committed in that short time.

[The Black Demon is here!]

The girl didnt show a single change in expression when she saw this ruined town.

She just loosened her cheeks with nostalgia, and walked lightly through the city.

O, Oi, Human! Hand over the food!

The children were not as sensitive to danger as the adults.

They misled themselves into thinking that that [Fear] that they felt instinctively was because of them seeing a human for the first time.

Still, they were young children.

Approximately 5 to 8 years old, the young Daemons looked no different from a human.

The girl stopped her feet, and turned her pale gold eyes to face the five children who called out to her.

Y You heard me! Hand over the food!

While feeling the pressure from that glance, the oldest boy held out a rusty knife, and shouted his demands to the girl again

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As the girl smiled like a Demon, the children screamed out noiselessly.

The adult Daemons who were observing while hiding behind cover, gave the children a look of pity.

But, it was hopeless. They couldnt do a thing.

And so

The girl threw the [Black Thing] that she held in her hand against the Daemon youths face at a terrifying speed.

!?

The children didnt understand what had happened.

The girl that their boss had caught, had thrust some black thing into his mouth.

S-stop, *moga*

The puzzled, terrified-looking boy was violently pinned down, as the girl tore out more dried seafood with a grinding sound and thrust it into the boys mouth.

Even as he cried out or shouted, she did not stop.

It might perhaps be called kindness that dried seaweed was thrust in alternately with the seafood.

As the youths stomach began to swell out after a few minutes as the seafood products were thrust into him, he was crying and curling up like a maiden whod been defiled.

However, the horror wasnt over.

As the time passed, the dried food in his stomach began to swell, and then the true fear began.

The girl nodded with a satisfied face, and then turned to face the remaining frightened children with a smile.

Their horror was not yet over

Several minutes later After the satisfied girl left, the Daemon adults rushed over to rescue the children whose stomachs had were swollen and filled to the point of bursting, buried under all the dried, [Black] seafood.

Forcing others to eat, it was as if that evil girl was a Demon like the shape of the dried goods she forced them to eat.

As the girl walked off towards the [Daemon Kings Castle], they murmured with horrified faces, even as they collected the remaining seafood products.

The Black (food that she forced others to eat) Demon and so on.

Authors Notes:

Daily ranking in the top 50!? Wow, it grew like *deruderu* like seaweed!

Id like to thank you all new readers and the old readers whove been reading them here and there.

The whole day today, Ill be working on it