"Mephistophales...... ugh!

Herrell set up his sword. Mephistophales looks at the ex-barriors and kings with a smile on his spare time.

"Hey, will you put your sword on your former compatriots?"

"I never thought of you as one of us!

"Yeah, I know. I just tried to stir it up. I've always seemed uncomfortable."

Mephistophales slowly began to walk against Herrell when he had put up smoke and fully materialized. Herrell glanced at the kings behind him on the side and sipped solidly.

"You're worried you can deal with me while protecting the kings, aren't you?

"Yes, I hate to admit it..."

"Yes, you and I are antagonistic."

Everyone with royal blood muscles was surprised to hear the words.

Herrell possesses the title 'Brave' as a sign of being a real brave man. If this title resides within the kingdom of Mephilado and has had any contact with the Royal Mephilado, it is expressed by the evil demons who, with the resurrection, are pointed out by the blood of the Royal Mephisto.

When expressed, the effect was given again by quintupling the total stat points and skill points obtained at the level when expressed, after which each time the level increased, ten times more points were obtained than normal. I'm not the first to compete with a normal SSS rank. Gilmers beat him with strength, but that was only too strong for that Gilmers out of the standard, and not an enemy unless it was inherently a special circumstance such as a special and powerful skill holder or repeated reincarnation.

"hey... why..."

"Why? Is it one of the princes who just whined? Let me answer that.... It's a simple story. I'm a wise man."

"Sage!?

"Yeah, I'm a sage. It is a being that has been called from another place that is not anatomy. So you don't have to reincarnate. You only have a certain high status."

Mephistophales laughed queasy. Herrell reacted in the way he knew, but the others remained stunned.

"Anyway, if you and I fought here, a lot of people would get hurt. What do you say we move the place, Mr. Lucifer?"

"... why do you, the enemy, make such a suggestion"

"Gentlemen don't involve others."

That's what I said. Everyone remembers what Mephistophales did. He sprinkled death feathers on and around the town of Castle Mephirado, taking tens of thousands of lives. Therefore no one believed his words. I look at him slightly as if the air had passed on to him.

"Hey, they don't trust you, even though you're the enemy."

"Naturally! You don't remember what we did!

"Yeah, of course I remember. After reviving Master Samayil, we... we...?

Mephistophales stopped laughing and moving. I tilted my neck several times and then held my own head, tilting my neck again if I thought I acted like I was thinking about something with my hands together.

"... hey, what's going on"

"That's strange, I have vague memories since I took in Master Samayil. What did you do?"

"Huh?"

"Um, well, that would be nice. For now, all I have to do is capture you."

"So what are you going to do with me?"

Mephistophales began to lean his neck again when Herrell asked. What was somewhat strange was apparent besides Herrell, who had a long relationship.

"You haven't been asked why. Only if you make it one of the combatants."

"You mean you'll be made one of the three?"

"Yeah, I think it's probably like that"

"I don't know what kind of organization you belong to right now, but I don't think it's sane that you want to pull me in until you sell a fight to one country."

"... but I guess you have an idea about that one. So."

As Mephistophales protruded one hand, smoke gathered there and began to move to take shape of something. And eventually I can have one white sickle.

"My love sickle was gone, so I recently made this with my skills. It's only after you've created this skill that you fight those who are close in strength, so let me try it."

Taking a sickle that was fluffy as smoke and floating in the universe, Mephistophales turned his lower body into smoke and began to float in the universe himself. Wave down the sickle against Herrell while in the air on the spot. A white whirlwind rolled up.

Herrell flies that whirlwind with sword pressure only.

"If you don't have that sickle, you're half as good as you are. I'm not going to make sure it's warm, I have a lot to worry about, but I'm going to take it down here and let it go to Fafnir."

"But how do you attack me? You know, my strengths other than sickles."

"I know so I can deal with it."

"Really? Good luck then"

Mephistophales has turned his whole body into smoke and set up a special attack on Herrell. As you circle and surround Herrell, you begin the attack in all directions.

Herrell struck them with a single sword without difficulty, slashing some of the smoke. Mephistophales returns to reality and rolls to the ground.

"... ugh!? Why! It doesn't mean you're taking something in, it doesn't mean you have special skills!

Heading to the upsetting Mephistophales, Herrell waved his sword.