The Adventure Story of the Devil, the Maid, and the Hero

"The number of battles, is it getting more and more frequent?"

Just after an encounter, Giulia supported her knees, expressing doubts while calming her breath.

"It feels like the number of monsters has increased."

Fuono clenched the dagger in his hand uneasily, looking left and right.

"Not only that, but it seems to have become stronger."

Catherine briefly wiped the smudged blade, and frowned at the wreckage in front of her, which was almost the size of a human being.

"It's not good to talk about it if it goes on like this."

Iluna also lost some of her former leisure and calmness.

"Even if we find the Demon King if we continue like this, I'm afraid we won't be in a good enough state for the final battle."

——Also, the effect of that magic was still unclear in the end.

Swallowing the last sentence silently, April looked forward.

"Do you want...to make a decision?"

After sighing a little, Giulia looked not far ahead with a serious expression.

"Isn't it obvious?"

Catherine had clearly made up her mind.

"Although that," Iluna pointed to the unnaturally empty place around the forest, which seemed to reveal a clear teleportation array that showed her own sense of existence, "however you look at it, it looks suspicious and deliberate. "

"But there's no other option now."

April smiled wryly, and held the hand of her childhood sweetheart beside her.The latter nodded silently at Giulia.

"Then, let's go."

Giulia finally made up her mind.

What greeted them was——

The sky was dim and the earth was dark, and violent demonic energy raged.At this moment, the surrounding environment was no less harsh than a squall.The scene in front of me, no accident, any ordinary person in this world would never witness it with his own eyes.

If it weren't for the protection of a multi-defense magic, the group would have no doubt that they would lose the ability to stand in a short while.Even life is not guaranteed, let alone defeating the devil.

"Don't be kidding... How is it possible that there will be such a gap!"

Catherine supported the ground with the sword in her hand, gritted her teeth unwillingly.She fixed her eyes on a few meters away, at the center of the demonic energy, the demon king looming in the huge dark gray vortex.

Experience, reason, and intuition are all desperately warning her of danger—there is no way to win.

With such a huge gap, it is impossible to win.

Even as long as she was half a step away from the limited range of the defensive barrier and directly exposed to the raging demonic energy, she couldn't be sure that she could survive for a few seconds.

Fuono took a deep breath, and the strange light in her eyes suddenly became brighter. The strange light gathered outside the barrier bit by bit along her fingers. point of light.

"...was weakened."

After whispering a little, she did not give up and continued to gather strength, but there was still only a faint light.

April had no time to be distracted in order to maintain the barrier, and just glanced at Giulia.

Giulia and her glanced at each other, and then felt their arms sink.

Iluna, who was holding her arm, whispered a spell.

"This is the saying of the blessing spell that will surely win."

Iluna, who was close at hand, smiled lightly, took a step back, and showed a rare look of loneliness.

"In the end, I can only rely on Xiao Hagi or something. It's impossible not to be unwilling."

"sorry."

Giulia smiled wryly and apologized honestly.

She looked at the center of the demonic energy, although she couldn't see clearly, that face was already deeply imprinted in her mind.

Shilpasha, as everyone knows, is a demon king who appears every few hundred years on this continent.

However, no one knew that what stood in the middle was her—hope.

It was hope that saved her from the loneliness, uneasiness and bewilderment that she had seen so many times.

She remembered what this man had said to her long, long ago.

"What do you think is the correct definition?"

At that time, she replied that there is no absolute right or wrong in this world, and everyone will have their own definition of it.

Whether it is right or not can depend on the values ​​of the majority, it can depend on the values ​​​​of a few people, it can depend on likes and dislikes, and it can even depend on love.

Then, the person who heard the answer put his hand on top of her head and said with a smile:

"You are such a gentle person."

I don't know why it was rated like this.

Then the man said:

"As for me, because things that can make as many people happy as possible, and make people happy as much as possible, things like this are right."

At that time, she didn't understand why she felt a little sad inexplicably, and she couldn't even tell whether the little sadness was because of these words, or the demon king who smiled and said these words.

Or, both.

Tender, yet sad.

words, and people.

And myself, being said by such a person, is gentle.

This shows that even with such a useless self, there is still a little bit of merit.

In this world, there must be things that only she can do.

Because she is the devil's maid, she is Tifa's friend, she is a friend of the best people, and she is a summoned hero.

Because he is a brave man.

If only a hero can do it, if she can do it.Then, she will be the only hero.

On the way here, one night when the two were watching together, Catherine once said to her:

"Although I really, really, really don't want to admit it, but you really have that qualification." The light of flames was reflected in her blue eyes, "Although there are candidates for heroes and official heroes, the final crusade Only those who have become the Demon King are recognized as true braves, but in fact, out of the seventeen previous Demon Kings, sixteen were defeated by pre-selected brave men."

She looked at the flames and sighed slowly.

"I've studied a lot of books and thought about it for a long time, but I still don't know what the standards are." Catherine said, turning her head, "...But, it must be easy for you."

While thoughts are flying, time has only moved forward for a moment.

"That..." Giulia clenched the staff in her hand, said "Thank you" behind her, and then rushed out of the barrier without looking back.

If, this is something only the chosen ones can do...

If this is something only a brave man can do, then...

There was pain like being cut by a blade all over the body, the hair tie was loose or broken, and the scattered hair was blown in different directions by the unnatural strong wind, and the sight was slightly blocked.

Her heart sank, and she sighed secretly, would their efforts really be meaningful?

If this is something only she can do, then she is willing to take on this responsibility and fulfill this obligation.

The demon king known as the source of evil, Shilpasha, Tifa.

The demon king who pursues hedonism and takes pleasure in time as his creed, but is also very gentle.

Once, she extended a helping hand to her who was at a loss after escaping; now, she is willing to face what she once feared for her.

Tifa.

Close your eyes, and silently recite the name in your heart, the already deep belief becomes more and more firm, and the hand holding the staff no longer trembles.

Getting closer, Giulia looked at Tifa's out-of-focus pupils.

The staff was surrounded by dazzling light, and its outline was continuously twisted in the light, finally taking on the shape of a sword.

"...Ugh."

While the staff in his hand, the Sword of the Brave, displayed its true form, it also had a huge traction force.Giulia almost clenched the hilt of the sword with all her strength to keep it from falling out of her hand.

Almost caught off guard, the tip of the sword had sunk into the body of the person in front of him.

With all her strength, Giulia only slightly deflected the direction of the sword tip.

Somewhere in my heart seemed to have a small premonition, and maybe it would end helplessly in the end, but when everything really happened, grief still gushed out uncontrollably.

Even if the possibility of tragedy is considered, it still cannot be stopped; even if it has resisted the inevitable fate, it is still defeated by the current situation.

Tears mixed with countless emotions splashed out from the corners of her eyes, Giulia embraced the body that was so close to her that she was unable to fall forward, and chanted the last incantation with a choked voice.

Where the skin touches, there is a slight warmth.

While feeling relieved, fear also followed.

In the demonic energy that seemed to tear everything apart, her body and will were on the verge of their limits.

Everything in front of him gradually fell into darkness, and then his consciousness began to collapse.

I don't want to end, I don't want to usher in the end like this.My heart is full of unwillingness.

However, her own consciousness went against her wish and became more and more chaotic.

The last thing that caught my eye was the black hair.

The author has something to say:

There is an urge to change the label to "Completed", but of course I am joking meow.