It Seems That the Demon King Is Among the Members of the Hero’s Party - It Seems That the Demon King Is Among the Members of the Hero’s Party chapter 50

50. Fight Love

As I block Diavolo’s fist with my magically enhanced arm, I feel a dull, aching pain in my bones. This is why I hate demons. I click my tongue and try to kick him, but he dodges easily. Despite wearing a dress, his movements are light and agile.

“You’re quite strong.”

“That’s a bold statement for someone as weak as you.”

Weak? He’s definitely stronger than me. His fist grazes my face, and I think it would hurt if it hit.

I use my arm to deflect the kick aimed at my face. He’s kicking while wearing a dress.

“Your underwear is showing, so stop kicking.”

“It’s fine if you see it. If you want to see what’s underneath, become my husband first!”

“I’ll pass.”

I exchange banter with him while dodging his swift and heavy kicks. I can still see and block them, but I should prepare for even faster movements. The sound of the wind cutting through the air accompanies his punches. I dodge them with minimal movement and land a hit on Diavolo’s stomach…

“It’s hard.”

“You’re not supposed to say that after hitting a lady’s soft skin.”

Diavolo retaliates, punching my stomach. I feel a slight pain, but I quickly enhance my body with magic. It’s still a bit painful, but I can manage.

“Too much trouble, let’s just fight without dodging.”

“Agreed! I love it when you’re like this, sis!”

“Let’s go all out!”

My fist hits Diabolos’ face, but it feels like I’m punching a wall or something. Is this really skin? Diabolos laughs happily while getting punched, taking the blow without dodging. The sound of the impact is nice, and I think the pain on my cheek is someone else’s problem. I also get hit in the stomach. The magic enhancement just barely makes it in time.

My stomach is weak, okay? Please spare me a few hits.

I retaliate by punching Diabolos’ stomach. They don’t dodge and instead take the hit with a smile. Is it ineffective?

No, I think I put a bit too much force into it. It’s somewhat effective, at least. This time, a kick comes flying at my face. If I take it, I’ll probably lose consciousness.

I don’t have the courage to take it defenselessly, so I use magic to enhance my arm and block it.

“What, are you going to defend yourself?”

“Now, are you going to aim for my jaw? Let’s not do that.”

“Then let’s do this!”

A light, spinning kick comes flying at me. I didn’t mean to look, but I see their underwear. It’s red and flashy. As I think this, I take the kick head-on, and my body floats in the air.

I feel like I’m going to throw up. Why do they keep targeting my stomach? My feet touch the ground. There’s no problem with my footing. I’m still okay.

───Tracy’s words pass through my mind.

“Kail, magic is a part of your body. Move it like the blood flow in your body. You don’t need to maintain it all the time. Only use it when necessary, and it’ll be more efficient.”

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I only need to enhance my right hand with magic. As I approach Diabolos, I spread my arms wide and prepare to punch with a smile.

───My conversation with Tracy passes through my mind.

“We beastmen have claws and fangs. If we enhance them with magic, they become sharper and stronger than swords.”

“Is ‘magic combat’ unsuitable for us humans who don’t have claws or fangs?”

“There are few users, but it’s more effective to use magic.”

“I see. I’ve never seen anyone use magic combat aside from beastmen.”

“Ah, but demonkind is the only exception. They have claws, horns, and tails, and they possess immense magic power.”

“They’re more suited for it, right?”

“Hahaha! They’re indeed suited, but demonkind prioritizes magic. Our magic control isn’t as refined as theirs.”

“Still, it’s more than enough. If I stretch out my claws now, I won’t become as strong and sharp as a beastman.”

“Hahaha! I can only strengthen my fists and feet to fight!”

“I thought it would be convenient, but it’s still inferior to Tracy.”

“Just strengthening your fists and feet isn’t enough to deal damage.”

“Is that so?”

“No, it’s not that. You need to flow magic into each finger, one by one. Strengthen every finger, and then unleash the magic in an instant when you punch or kick! That way, your punches and kicks will surpass mine!”

“I don’t think I can match Tracy’s power.”

“Hahaha! Master magic control and become strong, Kail! I love strong men, and I want you to become strong!”

“I’ll do my best to meet Tracy’s expectations.”

───I flow magic into each finger, one by one. The blood gathers in my fingers, making them hot, and the magic collects, making my fingers burn.

I won’t be able to match Tracy’s “Fist Claw Destruction” power, but I’ve been training to meet their expectations. My clenched fist overflows with magic.

Diabolos seems impatient, shouting “Hurry up and punch me!” What is this girl?

If that’s what she wants, I’ll grant her wish.

“Five-Finger Strong Fist!!”

My magic-wrapped fist sinks into Diabolos’ stomach. The sensation of the punch is different. Until now, it felt like I was punching a wall or rock, but this time it feels like I’ve really landed a hit. Diabolos’ body bends into a く shape and flies back about 5 meters, but they twist their body mid-air and land smoothly.

I thought I’d finished them off, but they’re still energetic.

“You’re a swordsman, but you have a good punch, Kail. My underwear is all wet from your attack, and it’s dripping with love juice.”

“Can’t you be a bit more ladylike?”

“What’s the point of asking a succubus to be ladylike?”

“Be more like a succubus, then.”

What kind of world am I in, where I’m getting punched in the face with a bright smile by a succubus in a dream world?

Diablo approaches me, sticks out her face, and points to her left cheek, as if saying “hit me here.” Seeing this, Diablo bursts into laughter, looking utterly delighted. With a grin, she winds up her arm and unleashes a powerful punch that lands squarely on my stomach.

───Why do you always aim for the stomach?!

The reinforcement was timely, but the dull pain still spreads. Since this is a dream world, there’s no reflection, and my stomach is empty, so I don’t think I’ll vomit. But the gastric juices are churning.

My mouth feels awful.

“Punch my face.”

“Kaile’s face is my favorite, so it’s hard to hit.”

“Is that so? Then let’s not hit each other’s faces.”

“Let’s do that.”

I gather all my magical power and punch Diablo’s stomach with all my might, just like before. It feels good, but unlike last time, she doesn’t fly back. Her smile is still visible. As if in retaliation, her fist sinks into my stomach. I grit my teeth and endure. If I take a few more hits, I’ll really throw up.

Diablo can’t contain her smile since we started fighting. Is she enjoying this? Well, I don’t mind it either. It’s just painful.

Diablo’s smiling face approaches me, giving me a bad feeling.

“It’s a passionate kiss from your sister!”

Is it not my turn yet? The words I was about to say don’t come out, and a dull sound resonates in my head. She head-butted me… My brain feels a little shaken. My consciousness is clear, but I feel a bit dizzy. I flow magic throughout my body, and my footing stabilizes.

“Didn’t we agree not to hit each other’s faces?”

“I suddenly felt like kissing, so…”

“If you’re going to kiss, shouldn’t it be on the face?”

“That’s true. Then it can’t be helped.”

My magical defense was slow. It seems I got a slight cut on my forehead. The liquid dripping from my forehead is about to enter my eyes, so I wipe it away with the back of my hand.

The blood flows, and I calm down a bit. What am I doing, fighting like this?

It’s not that I dislike it. Compared to fighting demons, this is much better. In those battles, I had to be constantly on guard against deception, betrayal, and troublesome magic. I couldn’t let my guard down for a moment.

So, I suppose this is why. A simple, no-holds-barred fight is painful, but I don’t dislike it!

“Then receive a kiss from me too!”

“Bring it on!”

I gather magic in my forehead and head-butt Diablo, just like she did. A dull sound resonates, and the pain spreads. The impact makes us both stumble back. I hear the sound of Diablo’s fist clenching. I do the same.

As we raise our faces, our fists fly towards each other. Our fists sink into each other’s faces, and we both fly back without being able to withstand the impact.

Before my back hits the ground, I take a defensive stance in mid-air and land. Looking at Diablo, I see she’s also taken a defensive stance, smiling brightly at me. Am I smiling too? I wonder.

I’m not in a bad mood. I might die if I lose, but for now, I’ll enjoy this moment.

Well, it’s time for the second round!

Diablo sees my smile and seems to understand, preparing herself with a bright smile.

Just then…

“Brother!!!”

A familiar voice echoes through the air. The ground is shaking? No, it’s the space that’s shaking. I’m startled, and Diablo looks surprised too. It’s not an attack.

No, that voice is Cecil’s.

As I recognize the voice, my body is enveloped in a faint white light. It’s a healing spell.

I instantly understand, so I don’t need to take any special precautions. My wounds are closing, and the pain is fading.

What’s happening? I’m confused, and Diablo looks at me with a sorrowful expression.

“That can’t be, Kaile.”

───Don’t tell me.