Jitsu wa Ore, Saikyou deshita? ~ Tensei Chokugo wa Donzoko Sutāto, Demo Ban'nō Mahō de Gyakuten Jinsei o Jōshō-chū!-Chapter 58: Just for a peaceful, reclusive life.

Translator: Black Lotus

Editor: imsara

King Girk Ortea was holed up in his room.

A mysterious explosion occurred during the meeting. According to the reports, there was also disturbance of a demon outbreak in the city.

One should suspect that the two anomalies are somehow related.

Who and why on earth was this happening?

The questions are endless, though.

I am, as you can see, alive and unharmed.

(Hmph, mostly because Giselotte was trying to kill me and the aristocracy’s overlords.) 𝑓𝚛𝚎ℯ𝘸𝙚𝘣𝚗𝘰νeƖ.c𝒐𝐦

However, her plan failed.

He also confirmed that Marianne, who was a concern, was safe. She hasn’t returned to the royal palace yet, and they are taking care of the aftermath at the academy. The fact that she’s working with Rias creates another concern, but it’s also a minor one.

(God has not yet abandoned me.)

This is not some bewitching god. He was convinced that he still had the blessing of the Mija, the protector of the kingdom.

(This must be the opportunity the gods have given me.)

Girk exclaims as if to inspire himself.

“They’ll make Giselotte a dead woman!”

“Oh, don’t do that. It’s too early.”

”Huh?”

He looked around at the strange voice that sounded like multiple overlapping voices, and before he knew it, there was a chair in the middle of the room and someone was sitting on it.

All in black. Even his head was hidden by a black helmet.

”Black warrior…the one who is called Shiva?”

“That’s the King for you. You know your stuff.”

“Why would you…?”

“You’re here? I have brought in the ringleader of the whole mess.”

Girk looked at what he had pulled out from under the chair and let out a “Huh”.

It’s a live head. No, just the head, but it was alive. It reeled and clattered and clattered its teeth in fear.

“Is that Baron Val-Agos?”

You don’t see the fearlessness on his face, but it was him.

“It seems that he wanted to take over the kingdom by killing you and your aristocrat overlords. Giselotte was part of it.”

“What!”

“I told you to wait. I came all the way down here to tell you. Just do it on my terms.”

“What’s the matter with you? They were plotting to assassinate me. I am the symbol of our nation. I am the King!”

“Shut up. You just think of yourself as alway, don’t you?”

Still the same? He has never met this person before. Is this someone that he knows? But, if he was as good as the rumors, he couldn’t think of anyone who was applicable.

“I’ll let you take your reward. However, you must first apologize to me, the King, for any disrespect you may have caused me.”

Shiva chuckled.

“You really haven’t changed at all, have you? Well, you’re the King, you know. However, don’t get me wrong. But, don’t make the mistake of thinking that I have to keep you alive. If I found out something about you, I’ll cut off your head.”

“You—”

“On two conditions. You must not charge Giselotte with a crime. That thing is a disaster for the country. You don’t want things to get out of control, do you?”

Girk bites his back teeth, Grrr.

“The other thing is, don’t get involved with the guys who fought the demons in the city. And don’t try to find out who they are or where they are. If you know, don’t do anything.”

“There was a report of a giant wolf galloping through the city?”

“Hey, hey, don’t go trying to find out from me.”

Shiva stood up and unceremoniously approached Girk.

“Duh, someone! Somebody help! We have an intruder!　Hiiii!”

“It’s no use. No one can hear us out of the room.”

A sharp pain hits his left shoulder.

“My arm, my arm!”

With a blur, his left arm fell off. But, no blood spurted out.

Shiva picked up the fallen arm and pressed it against the King’s shoulder.

”Heh!　Ah, that…?”

In the next moment, the arms that should have been separated were attached back together.

“I’ll show up any time. If you break your promise. Next time—”

Shiva put his fingers on his own neck and stroked it to the side.

As he said earlier, he meant to cut off his head.

“Oh, yes. Be nice to your kids, okay? Even if they have the blood of the woman you hated.”

With that, Shiva melted into the darkness–.

Giselotte walked quickly to her room in the detached palace.

The revolution had failed.

Both the King and the aristocracy’s overlords are alive, and every demon that was released into the royal capital has been exterminated by someone else.

(He’s coming….he’s coming for me….)

The premonition was soon to be true.

The moment she entered the room and lit the lamp, a black shadow was sprawled out on the couch. Holding Val Agos’s head under his arm.

“Yo. Long time no see.”

The voice she hadn’t heard in five years made her body tremble uncontrollably. Giselotte involuntarily put her hand on the collar.

“Don’t be so scared. If you’re aware of the fact that you’ve done it, that’s a non-issue. I’ve said it before. He doesn’t care if you’re up for the throne or not.”

“So, what is it that you’re doing here?”

“Don’t investigate about the people who fought the demons in the streets.”

“I don’t have any interest about it.”

“You’re lying. You were going to use Rias to figure out who I am.”

“How did you know that?”

“Rias didn’t speak. I told you that I’d be watching you the whole time.”

Could it be true? But, if we pursue Rias on this matter, then and only then will Shiva detect it.

“And Tiaretta… what was it? That woman has a long name, right? Let’s see, she’s a professor of ancient magic at the Academy. Give up that one.”

Once Baron Agos is captured, our plans are exposed. Once we’ve been nailed down, we can’t do anything else.

”I understand.”

“Then,–” begged Giselotte, putting aside her pride.

“Isn’t that enough? You have got to do something about this collar!”

“Why? You’re supposed to put a collar on an undisciplined dog, right?”

“Uhhhh…”

“Look back at what you’ve done, woman. You’re a piece of shit, okay? That’s what I would say.”

Shiva said dismissively and stood up.

“That’s all I have to do. See you then.”

The same as before. Shiva disappeared very easily indeed – he disappeared very easily.

Mercumenes was curled up in a fetal position deep in a cave on the outskirts of Royal Capital. She held her body in her arms and tried to control her trembling, but it wouldn’t stop.

(What is that thing…?)

Fear washed over her entire body.

(What is that thing…?)

We had just left Royal Capital and were flying south when a chill ran through me.

Before she can even think about it, the magic on her takes an urgent evasive action.

She was created by Lucifer, the demon god, to specialize in survival. Until the resurrection of the Creator, her mission was to live and achieve her goal, no matter how hopeless she was.

She could sense that the wards that continued to develop have been broken.

When she turned her body in that direction, she saw someone whose entire body was dyed black.

”You did well to avoid it. I thought you wouldn’t have been noticed from outside the wards.”

“You’re not…”

The Black Warrior. she immediately identified him as the man who called himself Shiva. But, that thing is–.

(What….what is it?　That strange magic that comes out of the woods…)

Impossible. An abnormality that could only be recognized because it was Mercumenes, a survival-specialized demon.

(This is an order of magnitude different. This is a realm that I cannot reach. That wasn’t supposed to be–)

(There was no choice but to run away.)

She was confronted with such a powerful being.

She ducked down. She poured all her magic power into “Flight” and planned her escape beyond the speed of sound. But–.

”Ah, wait!”

One wing was grabbed. No, something stuck to it.

“Don’t let her get away. It’s called ‘bungee rubber’. The elastic rubber-like wards are said to last once they are attached, and no matter how hard you try, they won’t come off – that, huh?”

Tearing off the wings. Her flight speed is slowing down, but it’s good now. She wanted to leave this place anyway.

“Too good to be true?　Mmm, I don’t want to leave Royal Capital any longer, and I guess I don’t have a choice. Let’s go for the other one.”

Without relief from such soliloquy, Mercumenes flew frantically — without relief.

She didn’t feel alive.

Wary of pursuit, she meandered through the forest, bypassing the mountains, hiding in the middle of nowhere before finding a cave and jumping in.

How many hours had passed? She can spend days and not feel comfortable.

She can’t be herself anymore.

The sheer amount of magic she’s been exposed to has broken her.

This is an ironic outcome of her specialization in survival. She can no longer devote all of her energy to the resurrection of Lucifer, her birth mother and absolute principal demon god, because she is no longer able to do so.

Now that she has seen that, there’s nothing that she can do about it.

The black warrior, Shiva.

It was a mistake to think that he was a demon or someone close to it, and that was the mistake.

That thing, that magical power, yes.

An existence that can surpass both humans and demons. As far as she knows, the closest one is–.

–God.