I Became the Burden of a Conscienceless Party - I Became the Burden of a Conscienceless Party chapter 147

147 – The Protagonist (5)

Main character (5)

All the sand that protected Twelve fell to the ground and scattered.

Twelve thought as he saw the two people approaching him.

‘Is it the end?’

He is weak.

I was born weak and I just tried to cover it up with effort.

He had significantly lower physical abilities than other demons, so he had to resort to magic.

So what can he do when he loses that means of magic?

He knows. He knows his weakness. That’s why he was able to become strong, and that’s why he was able to be sure of how the current situation would end.

‘I can’t beat either of them.’

I always carried an umbrella with me.

A foolish demon who originally liked rainy weather. He wanted to deny his past self who mixed his weak tears in rainwater and drowned them out.

I took up my umbrella, determined not to shed tears again.

Leaving a little regret in it.

It is a longing for the sword that he could not reach no matter how hard he tried.

‘Why me…….’

Two people getting closer by the minute.

Memories that pass by like a flash.

‘Why did I join the Demon King’s Army?’

Was it just because he wanted to show that he had overcome his weaknesses?

Was it because you wanted to prove it?

Yes, that must have been true. He wanted to brag about the fact that he, who was the weakest in his school days, had risen to a higher position than anyone else.

I wanted to show them who I was and how I became like this.

But is that all?

‘Yeah, that was all.’

He proved it.

He showed everyone that he had risen from the underdog to this height.

If that’s the case, isn’t that enough? Is there no need to try any harder?

Twelve looked at the last means of resistance he had in his hand.

His foolishness. The swordsmanship method that he could not overcome no matter how hard he tried.

The person who had foolishly left behind the strength he had wanted to prove the most and escaped using magic.

Hang down the axe.

Anyway, the swordsmanship he possesses won’t be able to change anything.

but…….

‘Is that really so?’

He proved it.

Even if the means were not black, he was able to show everyone that his efforts had surpassed those who had persecuted and harassed him.

But was that really all? Was that all he had to do to become the commander of the Demon King’s army, risking his life in all kinds of battlefields?

“no…….”

He hated himself. He felt sorry for himself, weak and useless.

So I pushed myself.

“It’s hate towards one’s own race… … .”

That may be why I was jealous of Lilith.

Twelve, facing death, finally realized why his past self had reacted so sharply.

If all he really wanted to do was prove himself, there would be no reason for him to do anything that would make the Demon King hate him.

Yeah, he was jealous.

Just like him in the past, her existence, standing in the same position as him without any power.

And I was definitely jealous.

The fact that the strongest being in this world protects you.

Evidence of the bond of love that only the Manmata clan possesses.

“Oh, I see… … .”

He was forgiven by the Demon King.

I was forgiven by Lilith.

The Manmatha clan’s love for others also reached him.

It was because of that that I was so happy that I shed tears that I thought I would never shed again.

It didn’t even rain.

I didn’t even use an umbrella.

But he shed tears.

I shed tears of gratitude.

“Your Majesty the Demon King… … .”

Now I know.

The reason why he did not stop working even after rising to the position of commander.

The reason why I wanted to fight with my life at this very moment.

“Your Majesty, I am sure you can do it.”

He also wanted to change.

A world called the Demon Realm where one can only survive by the discipline of power.

I wanted to invade the human world, take what was theirs, and live like them.

I hoped for a world where people could contribute to society not only through strength, but also through a variety of abilities.

I wanted to live in a world where I was evaluated on various things.

Twelve grabbed the sword that had been hanging down. He decided not to give up, even if it was a futile effort.

Because humans did it, and so did the enemies before his eyes.

If that’s the case, then it’s something he shouldn’t give up on if he wants to live a life like them.

“Then I too will become the cornerstone of that noble path!”

It’s okay if you don’t win.

One arm. No, even a slight wound would be fine, I’ll stop them.

Belphegor will be the stone that blocks those who stand in his way.

“Long live His Majesty the Demon King!”

Twelve swung his sword.

I held on to the thin, lingering attachment to the past more strongly than ever.

So his foolishness is… … .

***

Tina was staring at Twelve, who had fallen to the floor.

It took much longer than I thought.

It took too much time to defeat him, as I was holding on with my crude swordsmanship.

And what’s even more awkward is that it’s hard to believe that her and the extras’ joint attack took down Twelve.

Twelve held on for a long time and finally collapsed from exhaustion.

The wound was big to begin with. I was hit by Millia’s ritual magic and was cut repeatedly by Tina and Extra’s swords.

Even in that state, he held on and decided the moment when he would eventually fall.

“Aren’t you going to kill me?”

“huh…….”

Irina asked Tina, who was not stopping the fallen Twelve, and Tina nodded.

“You saved me once, so I should save you once in return.”

“when?”

“… … You forgot that you were going to blow me up earlier.”

“ah.”

Irina didn’t remember anything, as if it was nothing special.

And Tina slowly began to understand the terrible nature of the party members.

Her vision, which had been clouded, began to open up.

The warrior party… … realized that they weren’t as kind as they thought.

“What do you think?”

“… … I think so too. It’s better to keep this person alive, if only for the sake of the Demon World.”

“Even for the sake of the Demon World?”

“At least he is a person who knows how to run the military like a military man… … .”

Extra also wanted to spare Twelve. Twelve was capable enough to manage the Demon King’s army’s finances on his own, and compared to other army commanders who thought of their subordinates as sacrificial lambs, he was someone who knew how to run his army like an army.

Above all, he is a member of the 5th Army Corps and knows Twelve’s abilities.

The Demon King’s army would not have grown to its current size without Twelve.

“I think it’s better to kill him. This demon. He was extremely loyal to the Demon King. If we move forward without killing him, wouldn’t it be more likely to cause trouble?”

“… … .”

At Irina’s cold words, the members of the warrior party looked at her.

An extremely cold evaluation that does not befit the title of ‘Saint’.

Irina frowned and sighed at the gaze that seemed to ask, “Can this really be called a saint?”

“Someone has to point it out. And I’m the only one who knows how to point it out.”

It’s an unpleasant role, but someone has to look at the situation objectively. Isn’t this the middle of enemy territory?

Just keeping him alive puts the warrior party at great risk.

“Well, if you still want to do that after hearing this, then I don’t mind.”

“Uh, yeah… … .”

“So what are you going to do now? Are you going to take him as a prisoner? Or are you going to leave him here?”

“Ugh! Ugh!”

Irina lifted the nape of Milia’s neck, who was lying exhausted, and poured the potion down her throat.

Tina’s gaze trembled again at the inhuman appearance of someone who seemed to be merely performing a task, but she quickly came to her senses and offered an alternative.

“… … It would be better to take him as a prisoner. As you said, it could come back to bite us later.”

“Tch! Then tie it up well. Oh my, Milia-sama is heavy.”

“… … It’s because your chest is big.”

“Who said what?”

Irina made the group shut up with an eerie smile.

***

Eleven’s swordsmanship and Esmeralda’s stabbing. Esmeralda could feel her senses getting tense as she stood before the blue strike that looked beyond transcendence.

A technology that has already been experienced.

But still, it is a fatal blow that no one can think of a way to deal with.

There is currently only one thing that can counter the attack that can pass through all obstacles and strike the enemy’s neck.

What passes through everything means that her sword will pass through too.

And that means whoever tears their opponent’s throat out first wins.

‘That won’t do.’

The opponent risked his life. No, it seems like he doesn’t care if he dies the moment he wins.

Eleven has already given up on life. She doesn’t take death seriously.

In that situation, even if Esmeralda’s sword reaches Eleven first, he won’t stop.

An attack where you swing your sword as if you don’t care if it touches you.

It would certainly be cool to be part of such an attack… … .

‘I can’t do that.’

Even if Eleven decides that this is where she will end up, her journey still has a long way to go.

It can’t end here.

‘then……!’

We have to go further than that.

We must overcome the limitations.

You have to make the impossible possible. You have to bring a fatal blow that cannot be avoided or blocked into your own domain and make it not a fatal blow.

There is only one way to do that.

-What you need to learn is a skill that will work on them too.

From noble mtl dot nete

What Shiva, the leader of the twelve heavenly forces, said and what he personally demonstrated.

A small gold piece across the void. A wall between shattered worlds.

I’ve seen her attacked time and time again by those in a different realm than me.

The blue flames that Jim wields, the death blow that the Demon King crushes, and even Eleven’s ghostly slaughter.

I saw it all and witnessed Shiva’s attack against it.

‘That much is enough to see.’

No, it should be enough.

In fact, she still had no idea what to do.

If she saw it that many times, she had to respond. Turning the impossible into possible is the job of a warrior.

“Ugh!”

Esmeralda bit her lip and increased the speed of her thrusts.

The moment their swords touch is near. I believe that her sword will be able to pierce through Eleven’s sword without passing through it.

If she is even a little bit off, if she is late, at that moment she will become one with Eleven.

But, don’t hesitate.

I shout with the confidence that I will definitely be able to get through.

And at that moment.

A brilliant golden glow began to envelop the tip of her sword.

Kwajik!

The urethra of the eleven who was possessed by a demon was broken.