My Civil Servant Life Reborn in the Strange World-Chapter 347

Chapter 347. The Advent of the Demon King and the Fallen Warrior (4)

The Demon King annihilated the undead with a hand motion containing black horsepower. Even considering that my father had destroyed all of the entities that looked strong ahead of him, it was still a powerful force.

"Ohhh, our God! Blessing!"

"Blessing!”

Despite the attack of the Demon King, the trembling fanatics who worshiped the Demon King still knelt down and prayed. They showed a very disgusting attitude, shouting as if they would be comfortable in the future if they died at the hands of the Demon King, and rejoicing as if the Demon King's attacks were blessings.

"You didn't say anything like this! Save me!"

"Damn it! We should have dominated the world!"

On the other hand, the high-ranking ones began to beg for help or run away.

Such a blatant sight even made me happy. They had to show such a reaction when being betrayed, otherwise, it wouldn’t feel worthwhile.

"Argh!"

"God!"

"Save me!"

The Demon King gave an equal death regardless of if they were fanatics praying to her to receive her blessing or those who wanted to use her.

"Youngest, you said this is a mess you made?"

Looking at the fall of the Demon King worshipping church, my father stuck out his tongue.

I answered with a light smile, "Well, it's simple. You know the glass that Hillis is holding right now, right?”

"That glass creating that peculiar mana?"

My father also seemed to have been concerned with the Holy Grail that Hillis was holding. To be caring about the Holy Grail, the core for summoning the Demon King, he indeed had good instincts.

"Yes. That glass is the Holy Grail. The summoning of the Demon King requires a holy relic, such as the Holy Grail or the Holy Sword, and a shaman who can maximize the power of that holy relic. In other words, a descendant of the Holy Tribe."

At my explanation, my father was frowning as if things had already become troublesome and made an uninterested expression.

"Hmm, I don't like hard explanations."

I smiled at my father's complaining. "It's not that difficult. The Holy Grail used to summon the Demon King is connected to the sealed Demon King. I just interfered with the ceremony through the connection using Hillis's divine power."

The process of the ceremony to summon the Demon King was so complicated and detailed that if I didn’t know it beforehand, it would have been impossible to interfere. However, the magic of summoning the Demon King used in the ceremony was extracted from my head. There was no magic that I knew the principle of but couldn't interfere with. I worked hard to explain it, but it seemed to have already flown beyond my father's interest.

"But even if you interfered, attacking only the Demon King worshipers with such a clear will, ahem! Isn't it strange? It wouldn't be weird if it attacked indiscriminately," Hillis said, unable to understand even after listening to my explanation.

"It's simple. The Demon King is more like a mental body. In other words, it means that without a body, it can’t appear in the world, and so there is someone who becomes the body of the Demon King in the real world," I answered with a playful smile.

Hillis nodded, understanding. "Ah! So, you suppressed the consciousness of the Demon King and woke up the consciousness of the original body?"

"Correct. I tried to seal or destroy just the consciousness of the Demon King, but I couldn't do it alone."

There needed to have been at least one more magician at my level, but it was too much since it was not so common for a magician to surpass the limits.

"Then, how?”

"Before the Demon King regains consciousness, we should cooperate to seal or kill her again."

I flew to the Demon King, holding my magic wand and Holy Sword bitterly.

The Demon King, who’d annihilated the worshipers, smiled at me. "You're the one that woke me up. Honestly, I didn't expect this, but good job." She praised me in a tone that looked down at me somewhat.

"Being recognized by me, a great madosa of heaven and earth, regardless of age, you can consider it an honor and boast of it forever."

The Demon King crossed its arms and bragged with an "Ahem!"

To put it nicely, she was a person full of confidence, and to say it as it was, she looked very arrogant. I should make sure to not become like that.

"Hmm? That bracelet?" The Demon King smiled meaningfully at the bracelet on my wrist. "Where did you get that bracelet?"

"This? I bought it on the street."

In response to my answer, the Demon King roared.

"Nonsense! The value of the bracelet is not something you can only get from street stalls! Not only is the bracelet great and noble that will never exist again in the world, but it was made by me, who has reached a supreme level! And there is a strong scent of martial arts from you, so the Crow Tribe’s blood must flow in you."

Why is the self-praise so long?

She seemed to have a strange personality. And what, she made it herself?

“Then, are you the Witch of Pride?”

"That's right! I am the great...”

"I don’t need a long-winded self-introduction. Did you use your body to seal in the process of subduing the Demon King?” I asked.

The Witch of Pride nodded with a smirk. "You're right."

"The reason must have been that you couldn't find the core that fixes it to this world," I said.

The Witch of Pride opened her eyes wide.

"Oho, has research on the Demon King been conducted to that extent this far in the future? You found out well even though I wasn't there. I'm very proud. Of course, but you know full well that it’s because Arpen, that kid, shared my research, so you don't have to praise me in particular.”

"No..."

The Witch of Pride spoke proudly without giving me time to talk. "Oh, that Arpen kid I'm talking about is a Butterfly Tribe kid called the Glacial Devil. If the kid hadn't died young, he would have become a useful madosa and left his name in the magician's history.”

It was the first time hearing Old Man Arpen being called a kid.

"So how long has it been since I was sealed? 1,000 years? 2,000 years? Even if I am the greatest genius in history, the records of history will not change, so I think it’s probably been around 10,000 years."

The Witch of Pride was boasting that she was a magician who would have been known for at least a thousand years at the minimum.

"Come to think of it, I don't think the language you speak has changed much, so has it only been about 500 years? Oh, as expected, can the ignorant not learn things from history?! I can't believe they repeated the mistake in such a short time!”

"If you’re asking how long it has been... How about you listen to me?”

I tried to answer, but the Witch of Pride was kicking a ragged young man behind her without listening to me.

"Oh, I'm sorry. This fool is someone who got caught up in my seal, but without this fool, the seal would have failed, so even if he is sprawled out and asleep, forgive him with generosity."

"No, I'm saying something to you."

"Ahahaha! That joke was funny just now. How dare you say something to the greatest genius in history, the head of the great witches. If it's true, you're rude to the hero who sacrificed herself."

When she said it like that, I didn't have anything to say.

The Witch of Pride, who only said what she had to say, kicked the young man in the back of his head.

"Get up! You idiot adventurer! You're not going to get up!?”

The young man rolled over on the ground and whined at the Witch of Pride’s roar.

"Mmm, five more minutes, Mom."

"I'm not your mom! Idiot Marco! Even if it’s the Mercenary King, it still has the title of king, so how can you be sprawled out like this! Doesn’t this make me sad that I’m called a king like you?!"

The Witch of Pride sighed and shook her head.

"I shouldn't have accepted this guy who only has excellent viability like a cockroach to be a comrade. Phew, in the end, you were very helpful, so that old Dragon King's discerning eye was not wrong."

The Witch of Pride, who complained to herself, looked at the bracelet I wore again and smiled.

"But seeing that the contents of the bracelet are empty, that sly and selfish fellow seems to have faithfully kept my will."

It’s empty?

Come to think of it, something did seem strange since I received this bracelet. I couldn't erase the feeling that it was like a case to protect something.

"What did you say this was made to protect?”

"Of course! Otherwise, there wouldn’t have been a need to cast on it the ability to protect and survive, and control mana."

"What were you trying to protect?" I asked.

The Witch of Pride proudly crossed her arms and said, "Of course, wouldn’t it be the genes of the most precious, dignified, great, and genius person in the world, me?"

"If it's a gene, it wouldn’t be a genomic data sample. Are they reproductive cells?" I said, surprised.

The Witch of Pride nodded as if it were natural. "Of course, that goes without saying. What's a genomic data sample?”

"Oh, should I call it DNA structure? To be exact, it’s a sample for perfect reproduction."

"Oho! That's quite interesting."

Due to the Witch of Pride’s interest, we had a short but in-depth conversation. Honestly, she was annoying, but she was surely a genius. The person from 120 years ago began to understand scientific theories from other worlds and incorporate them into magic.

"Hmm, is the body the only thing that can be reproduced? If so, we need a way to replicate memories and personalities too. By the way, my junior magician from the distant future, aren't you going to introduce yourself to a senior who has crossed over time?"

Hmm... Should I just hit her?

I seriously had an urge, but I decided to hold it in since I was in the position of having to ask her to calmly die for us.

"Phew, my name is Denburg Blade. Some cockroach-like things were trying to summon the Demon King, so I played some pranks."

Thanks to that, the Witch of Pride annihilated them using the power of the Demon King without me needing to do anything.

"Blade? No wonder. I didn't think you were an ordinary magician, but you must be a distant descendant of me. As expected, my genes are amazing.”

"What do you mean?"

It was my first time hearing about the Witch of Pride’s genes.

"Hmm? Hasn't the truth been handed down? Well, that’s common. I am your distant ancestor’s lover. Your ancestor did not have a very good personality, but he was a companion with excellent genes. Sometimes it was cute that he was jealous and was so selfish."

Is the companion my great-grandfather?

"So, how long has it been since I've been sealed?"

"That's..."

Even before I could answer, I heard an answer from behind.

“Around 120 years have passed.”

The person who answered was Galak Blade, my great-grandfather, his clothes worn out by battle.

"I didn’t count the exact time. It was meaningless to count time that didn’t have you."

My great-grandfather made an expression as if he’d cry but also seemed to smile brightly.

"Long time no see, Wayne."

"I see..."

The Witch of Pride opened her eyes wide in surprise. "You didn’t have to go this far."

Wayne, the Witch of Pride, and Galak Blade, the warrior, aimed at each other with a magic wand and a sword.

"I spent my whole life in order to kill you, Wayne."

At Galak Blade’s words, the Witch of Pride shed tears.

"Really, you are foolish, selfish, but lovely."

"I'm here to keep my promise. I'll split your heart!"

Wayne, the Witch of Pride, shed tears and smiled sincerely.

"Come!"