The home of the demons exists at the end of the North.

As Inru the Dragon Man sarcastically said to Ilzar, "Eat cold rice," it is an extremely cold land closed to snow and ice that will not permanently dissolve.

A place where people can't live. No, I don't have to limit myself to people, and that would allow every organism to even say,

In other words, it is an extreme land.

But positioning it as extremes because it is an organism that needs the livelihood of life, and what it does not need, it may not even have the consciousness that it is harsh. Rather, it's a place where people can't come in separately, which is why some people think about using it as a base.

If it's not an environment where people can live, it's not easy to attack inevitably either. If you take that as a base for backwards, you can even say that it really makes sense.

The base of the demons in such a land was what you could rightly call a castle.

There are stone walls, spires, walls and gates. It looks like ten people would answer a castle if they saw it. The construction, as though it were born of human culture, is not worthy of being abominable to people and abhorrent from them, but is it because those created as human forms are at the apex of the demonic race that are pregnant with such contradictions? It would also be extremely natural to make it so that the interior is easy to spend time in a human form.

A sharp angle of light plunges through the open door in a room wrapped in a slightly heavier, dull dim darkness.

Tearing the darkness apart and revealing the indoors is a light of fire, a fire so warm that it is not unlike those who manipulate the dark power of the devil clan.

One shadow comes indoors, as if slipping into the slightest gap that its fire has made.

"Excuse me, sir."

It was the demonic tribe of a woman wearing herd blue armor and a long sword who spun words of apology in advance of disrespect. Having brown skin, white hair, red eyes reminiscent of blood, and seemingly only visible to humans, but always stabbingly killer, it is hard to say as though it were an interrogation.

Hold on. The candlestick set in the room lit up, as if waiting for her arrival.

Dewy are the waiters who were sitting there. Nakshatra, the demon king, a girl with dark hair and light black skin. Rishabalm, a man with a golden forehead hanging in the shadows. Latura, a woman with wings like a bat. Ilzar, a brilliant man with long silver hair. They were the ones who united all the demons in the world today.

"You got it..."

"Ohisa."

As the demonic tribe of women arrives, Ilzar's disgruntled voice and Latura's cheerful greetings echo.

But the demonic tribe of the woman stood together without responding to Ilzar or Latura, and immediately poked her knee in front of Nakshatra.

"I've been waiting, Moura"

"Be my lord, my king. I know with great pleasure what I have bestowed upon you once again."

The demonic tribe of women - Moura lowers her head with her knees poked after she mouths a greeting. Shortly afterwards, following Nakshatra's voice, "Make it easier," she stood up and looked around at her seat.

- The generals who warm up this seat have lost a lot of money.

What Moura said without complaining was such a chilling sentiment.

"I don't have a choice. That all who suffered defeat and perish like men were not vessels sufficient to fulfill our God's aspirations. So you were weak."

"You're absolutely right. Even though we receive more protection from God than others, it is a disgrace to the devil tribe to suffer defeat from man to man. The same goes for applying mud to the honorable face of Master Nakshatra. Garbage will be less than grated chili."

Words that stand for the loser are absent. No, I'm intolerant. I was just going to throw up saying that power was everything, but nowhere can anyone differ from it. That, I would say, frankly represents something called meritocracy, the way the Devil tribe is.

"- But how about a vacant seat? Even if you leave empty seats, that's just about all the holes..."

Not good. Even as a moola, I know. The Demon Nation is a being that moves toward one purpose, but we need a leader who leads more than it involves the crowd - a leader who points to the will of the Evil God.

If we move the army in the absence of it, we will not be spared disorderly orbit with the Demons. If you move as you please under each will, it is imperative that you lose, even if inferior human beings are opponents with power.

In response to such Moura's fears, Nakshatra nods to Eagle Deep as he is aware.

"I've already made up my mind about that. Lishabalm."

What Nakshatra saw with his words was a single demon clan who, after appearing in the land, acted like a staff member and devote himself to the Demon King.

To the call of Nakshatra, Lishabalm gestured with great admiration,

"As for Moora, I would like to ask you to put together some legions."

"Some? I still keep one pack of pawns, don't I? You're telling me you're gonna get more work?

"Yes, just like the other generals, I'd like you to put together three or four teams."

"Lishabalm. My original role is to protect Master Nakshatra applies to that. I don't think it makes sense to let anyone else take a role in spite of that?

"Something's wrong, I'm understaffed."

"What does Teng himself say when he does that?"

Moura sends a stabbing gaze to Lishabalm. Exactly as sharp as an eye paper back. I do see something behind Lishabalm's grin.

"Was this a prospect? But that's not a useless consumption. It was a necessary expense."

In contrast to Lishabalm's alluring mouthfeel, Moura also responds with a keen intent to kill in the eyes this time.

"... what are you thinking? What the hell are you doing here?

"It's just like you guys. Write off all the lives in this world. That's all."

"Is that what it has to do with reducing the pawns?

"Yes."

What is on the inside of such a demonic man who replies without any hesitation to a very legitimate point? Even if I kept flirting, I couldn't read it to Moura until there was some light anchored in its depths.

Moura sits in her own seat, cut off from the hairless exploration of her belly.

"... As I said earlier, I have a role to play in protecting Master Nakshatra. For me, that's a matter of priority. But if Master Nakshatra wants that, let's do it."

"Master Moura, that's what you're saying, how about it?

Nakshatra laughs somewhere delightfully in response to Lishabalm's heavy minister's question. And

"It's my SS chief, Moura. Why don't you ask me to do my best?"

"Ha. I'll do my best, with a slight force"

"Okay. So who has any objections to Moola moving as one of the generals from now on?

Ilzar first moves his eyebrows and reacts to Nakshatra's inquiry.

"You asked me? If I'm strong, I'll be fine."

"I wonder if I'm the same as Ilzar. If you're strong, there's no objection, and rather, if you're Moora, the SS leader, you're not more qualified than us for this kind of work. Hey, Demon King."

In response to Latura's meagre response, it was Moura who reacted.

"... Latura. What is your way of speaking to Master Nakshatra despite being a demon?

"What? I've been like this for a long time, and you know Moura, right?

He said, "Give me a break."

"Not now, is it? The Demon King would be nice, wouldn't he?

"Never mind."

Nakshatra held Latura's shoulder, but Moura solemnly accepts it without a disgusting face. Nakshatra is nothing more objectionable to Moura than being absolute.

Richabalm opens his mouth in anticipation of the division where one topic is over.

And I said, "Well, there's something I want you to see today."

It was Ilzar who reacted as quickly as possible to his words.

One of your plans is finally cracking.

"Yeah, this is it."

With that said, Lishabalm leans behind his back and looks back gently. It goes with it and sends a gaze to follow other faces - but there's nothing there. Each one who is surprised at how things are going, who knows the power of Lishabalm and observes without alarm.

Eventually the shadow of Lishabalm opened its mouth, and an even greater shadow emerged from it.

Coming out of the shadow of Lishabalm, it was an alien, but certainly a demon, that even the outsiders on the spot had never seen.

One mouthpiece with large, mutilated eyes lined asymmetrically from left to right on the side and salivating reminiscent of acid. Huge forearms, such as some adult humans, hang from their exuberant shoulders, with snoring bone protrusions and horns protruding by the way. The color of the skin is purple. It swells like a tumor and is often packed with forged meat.

Huge at first glance. And ugly enough not to be compared to previous demons. But more than that, what amazed those who were on the spot was the immense power of the Evil Gods that the Demons possessed.

"Wow, this... Seriously?

"Hmm...?

Latura pulled included elements of beauty and ugliness, of course, but Ilzar's admiration for its strength.

While the surprise goes up, Lishabalm doesn't break down and faces Moura.

"This is the answer to the suspicion that Master Moura had earlier. We have created a new pawn by pouring the traditional demons into the kiln."

"... so much stuff, where the hell were you hiding it?

"Narrow, yes."

"... your power."

Moura, who remembered once now what Lishabalm was capable of, murmured as if she was good at it.

Among these, there is one who raises the voice of doubt.

"- But it's Lishabalm. From what I've seen, that doesn't seem as intelligent as previous pawns?

Ilzar's point was, by and large, correct. The Winged Demon Nation, one of his known pawns, is intelligent enough to solve humanities. But the demons now in front of the Ilzars had nothing but fierceness and wickedness to anoint their intelligence, and there was no brilliance in wisdom in the depths of their eyes.

Intelligence leads directly to strength. But Lishabalm doesn't seem to see it that way.

"If you are obedient to the power vested in evil gods, you will not need intelligence or anything else. With a powerful power, it's just an extra head to think if you do it without darkness."

"Use your head. That's not your answer."

"It's a different use. So to speak, this is a symbol of fear for humans. Fear fades when you're poorly intelligent and you figure out the language, but you don't know what you're thinking, and that's all you're afraid of when you're intelligent."

"Especially for vulnerable people."

Seeing Ilzar agree, Lishabalm nodded satisfactorily. And

"How about that? Were we able to show you anything that just meets your expectations?

"You mean we can take this next time, right? Would I have to lead a lot less of this than I've done so far?

"Surely if we increase this, humans - be they brave, they won't be the number of things"

Latura and Moura muttered their thoughts, convinced. But once again it was Ilzar who raised his voice of insurance there.

"Lishabalm. I need to ask you something sometimes."

"Is there a problem with this?

"No, it's something else"

So Lishabalm seems to have come pinning, making a grin caught in the creepy pleasure, in his mouth.

"And that was before this, right?

"That's right. You seem to know that person, but what the hell is that all about?

That's what I said, Ilzar, pointing a cold gaze at you. His questions are nothing more than exploring the relationship between Lishabalm and Shuiming. Richabalm intercepts with a provocative grin on its eyes, while Latura, who was the first to hear such a story,

"Hmm? What do you know about humans?

"Yeah, well."

After concealing and admitting without hiding, Lishabalm looks up to the ceiling and speaks out, as he remembers some day that has passed.

"I was originally in a different world than here. They did something similar in your world."

It is still Ilzar who gives his voice back to the story.

"Similar...? I don't know if there's a goddess or an evil god in your place. If so, the eradication of sacrifices?

"Different purpose."

"Different purpose? Destruction is an end in itself, isn't it?

"For me, that's only a means. In that sense, I can say my purpose is opposite to yours."

Could not the rhetoric be understood by those who were there? Only Nakshatra, the only demon king, is laughing with a good face.

"Well... I don't think there's anything you can get by destroying the sacrifices."

"No, it's not. I don't need anything more than that."

The words will not be understood by those who are here because they do not touch various ideas.

"Ma, I ended up losing to that guy. I was supposed to be buried on the other side of the dimension because I lost my power while remaining anchored in another phase...... I'd say I was lucky to have been driven by the outer shell world. So this is how we can stay here now."

So Lishabalm, who narrowed the story, turned his gaze to Ilzar,

"Lord Ilzar. What about you, more than me?

"What am I supposed to be?

"Humans are the same food for you. Can we say that we are moving towards death ourselves, such as trying to destroy it ourselves? What ideas do you have to lend your help to Master Nakshatra?

Indeed, as Lishabalm put it, the fact that Ilzar, the god of cannibalism, cooperates with the devil tribe, seems to me to be trying to erase food of his own free will. That's nothing more than contradictory behavior for organisms.

But even when asked, Ilzar looks cool in the wind that there are no problems yet.

"No matter how much food, with all that elephant, you'd be blind too, wouldn't you? A certain amount is depressing if you don't make mistakes."

"So you think you're working with us? It's depressing, but we could destroy your food, right?

No, we can't destroy the sacrifices.

To Ilzar's assertion, the only thing that moved Moura's eyebrows as if she cared, either. Lishabalm gets a match.

"For what reason?

"What? It's not that hard. That's all. Sacrifices are mean. They're out of bounds. Kill it or not, it springs right up from somewhere. No matter how many we cut, no matter how many we push. If it was meant to destroy both your sacrifices, I don't think it's something you don't understand.

To Ilzar's point, Lishabalm narrows his eyes as though he had a verse in mind.

"... indeed, in terms of living and filthy creatures, you have a point"

What I said was, such consent. But their words were not acceptable to Moura, who took the Demon Nation, and hence the existence of Demon Kings and Evil Gods, above all else. He manages to push in such a fierce outburst as not to pull out his sword right now, but exposes one end of it to the eye and roughs up his voice.

"Ilzar! You, deny our God's ambitions in front of Lord Nakshatra, etc!

"What, did you care but you were handicapped? You're too short to make a clear surface."

"You.."

Ilzar takes the intense killings unleashed by Moura somewhere comfortable. Even the sharp killing of Moura for this god must be a cool breeze.

"Good, Moura. Stand back. I know what Ilzar's thinking and I'm fighting with him."

"Unfortunately, even without such a person, we are late for each human being."

"Can you say there isn't? Most of the people who were warming up this seat are late for what you call a human being, right?

It's just that the defeated couldn't do it.

Against Moura, who even relentlessly threw up at the dead, Ilzar turned his face like a snotty,

"Can you say you don't either?

"Want to give it a try?

Moura, who received Ilzar's words as a provocation, now it was time to pull the sword out of his sheath. The situation is just instant. It was Nakshatra who voiced the arbitration as the mundane martial arts between the two showed such a dense bump that they hallucinated lightning and sparks.

"Moura, Ilzar, don't"

To match those words, which were put down cold, Ilzar turns a thin grin on Moura.

"That's right. So, what do we do, Chief SS? Do you want to go against Nakshatra's will and do it with me? I'll never mind, will I?

"... Remember that."

Moura glances abominably and delivers her sword to the sheath. But still, hostility cannot be withheld, or the heightened militancy and killings remain intact. Nakshatra says to her that she can't hold that outrage.

"Moura. To fulfill our aspirations, we need the presence of Ilzar"

"... my lord. Why don't you tell me why, you fool? That's why we need this person."

That's what Moura says, kneel in Nakshatra. Then Nakshatra made a smile on her mouth all the time.

"It's a play."

"Play......?

"That's right. In every event that happens in this world, there is something called a brace. If you don't have something flexible to add to it and tweak it, you're gonna break it one day."

"It's..."

"I'm not gonna say no, am I? That is why the Demons have come so far without fulfilling their aspirations. Wouldn't it? Being one like us is particularly vulnerable to sudden events."

"Then it was Ilzar who was invited to deal with it."

"It means it's also Lishabalm. And in fact, these things work well. At present, there are foreign objects on the enemy's side that we cannot deal with alone, and they are a force to curb them."

"Because you say the relic is four brave men?

"You have a narrow horizon, my SS chief.... Well, maybe once we get you to a human place."

Nakshatra, who leaked such a voice that he was convinced by himself, wandered and opened his mouth at those who had gathered on the spot once.

"Okay, I'll tell you what. First of all, Moura, as Lishabalm said first, you will be the general of the devil clan. What we do may be the same as before, but refusal to lead the army into action becomes unacceptable. And lead the current pawn and attack the thin northern lands. If it works, the fisherman there should be the answer to the usefulness of playing earlier."

"Yes, sir."

"Rishabalm, you hurry to put your previous pawns in the kiln and add more new pawns. There's plenty of time to spare, but it's not a good idea to give the brave man time and force him too much. Just keep that in mind for sure."

"Yes, sir."

"Others have a lot of time now until they have all the new pawns. Now that we have as many pawns as we need, it's time to seriously attack the humans. Until then, save your strength."

To her words, those other than Ilzar bow their heads with a strange look.

Nakshatra, who saw it, leaked the irresistible pleasure from the edge of his mouth,

"- Well, humans. Yeah, well, it doesn't work out the way the goddess thinks, does it?

Leaving such an ominous prophecy, the Demon King left without sound from the room where the Demonic generals gathered.