SCT-Novel Chapter 45: Resignation From The Oldest Loyalist
Chapter 45: Resignation From The Oldest Loyalist
Chapter 45: Resignation From The Oldest Loyalist
I must speak.
There was no other choice.
For demons, what was built through desire was the foundation, vision, and everything.
If there was a past where she had sworn loyalty to him, a new beginning required putting an end to such a past.
Even if that act might lead her to death.
I must speak to my Lord
Feeling such anxiety, as she gradually raised her bowed head, she began to vaguely see the figure of the Lord she served.
Oooong, ooong.
No, she could only barely make out his outline.
The torrents of power filling his body swallowed up the form that should have been visible, preventing anyone from discerning his appearance with the naked eye.
Depending on the view, he appeared like an adult or a child, indistinguishable as male or female, human or beast
Four Heavenly Kings.
He faced them in such an unrecognizable form.
Soon, the Demon King began to slowly open his mouth, as if splitting the heavy silence.
My loyal vassals Have you all gathered here?
A chill ran down her spine at his voice, distorted by the torrents.
In that situation, the first to speak was Beelzebub, who acted as the treasurer of the Demon Kings army.
Yes, Demon King. All the Four Heavenly Kings have responded to your summons. Please tell us the reason for this gathering.
He continued in his characteristically polite manner, yet he couldnt suppress the trembling of his body.
Naturally. The one before them possessed such immense power that just by standing there, he could crush everything around him.
Conversely, everyone present believed that by simply following his path, they could indirectly achieve what they desired.
Such expectations allowed them to face the being before them without pure fear
Demon King, before hearing your command, just a moment
Wait a moment before that. Hey, Demon King! I have something to say. Is that alright?
Grizvill raised his hand first, taking advantage of the moment when she was about to express her intention.
Mephisto, holding her resignation letter, silently turned to look at Grizvill, who had risen before her.
Even at this moment, she observed the most greedy demon coveting her rank.
Attention, everyone here! I am going to make a declaration right now in front of the Demon King.
He soon spoke, drawing everyones attention to himself.
Even the aura emitted by the Demon King was somehow overcome by the powerful desire he was born with.
Mephisto Rage. Right here in front of the Demon King, I challenge you to a duel!
Then, turning his gaze towards her, Grizvill delivered the expected words, smirking venomously.
Receiving that gaze, Mephisto stood quietly, prompting Grizvill to burst into a confident laugh as if even the silence were beneath him.
Its best not to find it strange. Considering what youve done in the Demon Kings army, everyone here knows that the second rank is too much for a mere jester like you.
Oh dear.
Puhuhu~
Beelzebub shook his head as if troubled by Grizvills words, while Yasmo Deus burst into laughter, amused.
Such sentiments were shared by the other demons around them.
More curiosity than confusion, admiration, and aspiration for being able to speak so openly in front of the Demon King
This atmosphere generally favored Grizvill.
But that doesnt matter.
Yes, she was a jester.
Rank, achievements, strength
If none of it helped to amuse her Lord, then it was of no concern to her.
Demon King, dont you think the same? That a damned jester who contributes nothing to your army, claiming to be your right hand is ridiculous?
There was one reason she hadnt stepped forward.
It was because she first needed to see how her Lord would react to these words.
If he even slightly agrees with these words
I
If he shows any significant emotion toward this arrogant speech, she might even consider tearing up the resignation letter she held.
Why should I care about such matters?
But the words eventually spoken were as she had initially anticipated.
The moment that voice quelled the disarray in the room, bewilderment began to bloom on Grizvills face, who until then had been speaking confidently.
What?
Why? I cant understand why youre asking me that.
The Demon King, looking down at Grizvill, spoke.
Ranking is something you should decide among yourselves. Why should I concern myself with such trivial matters?
Silence fell.
The murmurs that had filled the space suddenly ceased.
Only two people in this place maintained their composure, anticipating these words.
The jester, who had predicted his statement from the beginning.
And Mongma, the envoy, who at this moment stared not at the Demon King but at the jester.
Demon King, what are you saying? Didnt you say if were unhappy with our rank, we have to prove it by force in front of you
But Demon King!
Before Grizvill, who failed to notice and expressed his dismay, Beelzebub hastily started to shout.
For now, lets ignore Grizvills suggestion and hear why you called us. There must be a reason for summoning all the Four Heavenly Kings, isnt there?
Provoking discomfort might lead to a backlash against them.
Without exaggeration, among those in the Demon Kings army, few hadnt borrowed his treasures.
Keulk Aah!
What whats this? My body is moving on its own aah!
Led by the pheromones, the demons began to fall, pressed down by the surge of power, or collapsed, gasping for air.
Even if they managed to close the distance, the result was the same.
With just a flick of the Demon Kings fingers, the power released compressed their bodies into mere clumps of blood.
Ah, aah. Th-this this is
Nothing could be done with just the small fries.
Even in such a desperate situation, Beelzebub, seeking a way out, noticed a woman in a tuxedo taking out an instrument in the distance.
Shall I help you?
The frenzied jester, Mephisto.
As a violin and bow were summoned and grasped in her hand, Beelzebub felt his heart sink.
Me-Mephisto. What are you going to do?
I feel so sorry for you.
There was no malice.
Just a maybe, with her own performance.
If we stay like this, well just die. Shouldnt we at least have the chance to struggle?
Expecting that even the emotions felt from killing his loyal subordinates might somehow be amplified and awakened.
D-dont do it. Your power is dangerous in this situation
Creak!
No, stop. Thats enough!
Theres no malice.
An honest answer.
And the power that filled her hand, ignoring the dissuasion.
From beginning to end, Im just a jester who wishes for the Demon Kings laughter.
Even if there was a slight possibility, if it was revealed in this final moment.
Screech!!!
With a swing filled with such will, the chilling sound of the bow scraping the strings echoed.
The demons, stimulated by the performance, were drawn by Beelzebubs pheromones and began to rush towards the Demon King.
Like moths advancing through flames.
Kwarurung!
Into the disaster that crumbled everything in sight.
Forgetting the fear until the very end of all ends.
Ah Aaaaaaaaah!
Indeed, it wasnt even a massacre.
The outcome was so obvious, it could almost be called a collective suicide.
I dont feel anything anything at all
The living calamity that created such a desperate situation began to sob uncontrollably over the lake of flesh, where not even a form remained.
My subordinates, my loyal followers who believed in me
It was agonizing.
The reality that nothing could be felt, even though one had destroyed what one had built.
Even if I kill with these hands, I dont feel anything. Nothing Absolutely nothing!!
The Demon King, clutching his throat as if thirsty, cried out in despair.
But his attention never turned to the blood pooling on the floor.
He had long realized that no amount of blood and flesh crammed in could quench his thirst.
How in the world can I quench this thirst? How can I?!
It was something he had suspected for a long time.
As great as his power was, so was the vessel of his desires, never to be filled, no matter what he did.
A ruler who lost his laughter and felt no excitement for anything due to this.
It wouldnt be strange for him to destroy everything he had built with his own hands.
Your Majesty, the Demon King.
That limit was finally reached after coming to this world.
Sensing this, Mephisto, who had already surmised it, threw the resignation letter she held in front of the Demon King, who sat collapsed on the ground.
What what is this?
Its a resignation letter. Humans say when they quit their job, they give a paper to their master.
A single blank sheet of paper.
An item too poor, even for a stage prop, merely fulfilling a formality.
You mean youre quitting?.
Your Majesty, the Demon King. I am disappointed in you.
To the extent of wanting to pass off this situation with just that excuse.
His oldest and most loyal follower felt nothing upon seeing his current broken state.
You mean nothing to me anymore.
There was no sadness, no despair, not even feelings of betrayal or resentment.
She had long been prepared to express her resignation, having anticipated this situation long ago.
Likewise, I mean nothing to you now as well.
Isnt that reason enough for me to leave your side?
Yes.
Wasnt it just the right thing to conclude a story too insignificant to even be considered a tragedy?