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#2 Their circumstance: Certain demons’ circumstances

I looked up at the sky above. It was dyed in a golden hue. However, that light wasn’t cast by the setting sun. Oh no. It was an artificial light created by a living entity.

That’s the simple description, but, well..

“..This is hell.”

Yup, it’s basically ‘Hell’ here.

Sir Swinn was yelling loudly at us. “It’s only this much, yet you dare call yourselves demon kings! You noobs!”

The deluge of sword aura dyed the sky gold while raining down on the demon king candidates. A single hit in the vitals would be instant death. Unfortunately, the one firing all those golden rays didn’t seem to care.

“S-save me..!”

“I don’t wanna die!”

“No need to panic! I won’t kill you! Yes, you won’t die! I don’t have time to train your replacements, after all! That’s why I won’t kill you!”

“Ah, aaaah.. Dear Demon God.. Why do you put us through this sort of trial..”

“What do you mean, why! It’s to create demon kings capable of carrying out Demon God’s will, obviously!”

“Aaaaaahk! Nooo! I give up! Becoming a demon king is a step too far for me!”

“It’s too late to give up now! Be the next demon king!”

Goosebumps broke out all over me while watching that. Those dodging the attack were too focused on their survival to do anything, yet the one attacking had enough leeway to retort to the desperate screams.. Even though he was practically fighting 100 people at the same time!

“That.. That is the true power of Sir Swinn? The instructor chosen by the Demon God.. And the subordinate of the great Demon God’s servant, Lord Marx?”

For the first time in my life, I felt deep in my soul the true meaning of ‘difference in status’. But, what shocked me even more was..

“Kkuwaaaahk!”

A wolf-race demon male screamed and fell as the sword light pierced his thigh. But then..!

“Aha, a new patient!”

This whole place resembled a war zone, yet a frail-looking little girl who totally didn’t belong here quickly walked up to the wolf-race victim. And then..

“Aru’s hands are healing hands!”

Her small, cute hands rolled into fists, then she began punching the wolf-race dude’s thigh where blood was pouring out like a fountain.

“Kuwaaaaaaaaahk?!”

The poor guy screamed until his throat went hoarse, probably because his wound was attacked.

“It’ll all get better with some spit and polish~!” The little girl didn’t stop her punching, however.

“That’s not spit, you knoooooow!”