Magical Genius With Quantum Magic - Chapter 157



The Demon King’s Wedding

The distance from the capital of the Philo Empire to the capital of the Demon Kingdom of Moros took more than two months no matter how busy it was.

However, this is a story about moving safely, taking into account the movements of monsters who do not know when and where they will attack.

The wagon, escorted by the demons, was safer than any other journey.

Of course, that didn’t mean the Philo Empire aristocrats on their carriages had a good expression.

First of all, an animal that pulls a carriage is not a horse.

Trotian, a scorpion-type monster known to enjoy human meat.

He was pulling a wagon, so it was a wagon (魔車; a wagon pulled by a demon), not a wagon (horse-drawn cart).

Moreover, there was no consideration for the passengers in this wagon, and there was no such thing as convenience for transporting prisoners of war.

Because the carriage is a scorpion-type monster, the carriage does not stop no matter how rough the terrain is, but thanks to this, the carriage that tilted and swayed was causing pain to the nobles.

rest time?

There was no such thing.

When the monsters stopped for a while to rest, they were not allowed to get out of the carriage, and they threw a disgusting soup with no idea what was in it, but in order not to die of starvation, they had to eat it forcibly.

The nobles were furious at the treatment they were receiving for the first time in their lives, but there was no one who could complain about it to the demons.

Such a journey continued for a month, and the distance I thought it would take two months was narrowed down at once, and the huge wall began to come into view.

The capital of the Demon Kingdom of Moros that serves the Demon King of Destruction.

It was possible to see the scene of the city where demons live with human eyes.

The Philo Empire is also a human nation adjacent to the Demon Kingdom ruled by demons, and has been fighting numerous wars over the past 100 years. Many demons were living like ordinary humans in that city.

As for the demons that can be seen on the battlefield, there are hundreds of demons at the commander level.

However, there were tens of thousands of demons in that city.

“Is this the city of demons?”

“Isn’t the inside neater than I thought?”

Even if you go to a human village right now, you could see people fighting non-stop in the slums.

Pickpockets, drunkards, people who quarrel over differences of opinion, and people who argue to show off their power.

I thought that the city of demons would be worse than that, and not less severe, but a completely different scene was unfolding from what the nobles thought.

[Unlike savages like you, the ranks of demons are completely based on individual strength. Because everyone knows that resisting superiors is death, subordinates obey their superiors. The absolute discipline produced by him is superior to the system formed by you humans.]

The moment he finished saying that, the sight of one demon smashing the head of another demon caught his eye.

However, the other demons walking around them continued their path without even giving a glance as if it were a normal daily life.

[And, of course, the subordinate who does not listen must die.]

And the dead and scattered corpses of the demons soon gathered from the city vagrants, tore their limbs apart, and scattered them into the alleyways of the city.

Some aristocrats, who later realized that it was for eating, not cleaning the streets, gasped in vain, but the demons only giggled as if their reactions were funny.

The carriage continued and arrived at the place where the huge castle stood.

demon king.

The place where the Demon Lord of Destruction dwells.

Leon immediately raised his senses and pinpointed the location of Melit Flare Farostel, but he couldn’t feel its presence whether he was vacating his seat or killing Inkigae.

However, only three duke-level demons and dozens of marquise-level demons have been handed over countless times.

Apparently, the Demon King of Destruction had gathered all the Demons of Destruction living in the Demon Realm for the upcoming wedding ceremony.

The wagon passed the huge gate and stopped at an annex built in a corner of the wall.

An annex that is familiar to Leon and feels like the residence of the servants working in the lord’s castle.

[You will have to stay in the attic here until the wedding, which will begin in the next five days.]

“Attic?!”

“Aren’t we the guests invited by the Demon King?”

“To put the attic of the dormitory where the servants work as a guest room, that is absurd!”

At their dissatisfaction, a cruel smile appeared on the demon’s face.

[If you come to the Demon Realm, you must follow the laws of the Demons. Your status here is not as good as that of a servant or less than a slave. If that’s a dissatisfaction, would you like to dream of raising your status by competing directly with me?]

Most of the nobles had no choice but to keep their mouths shut at the provocative tone of the demons.

However, one of the guards, dressed as a butler to serve the emperor, couldn’t stand it and went forward.

Among the guests of the wedding was Emperor Fairn Philost.

As a guardsman protecting the emperor, he could not bear to accept that it was difficult to accept that he was resting in a place that was inferior to the slaves of the demons, so he went forward.

“I was thinking that one day, I would like to officially compete with demons.”

“Lord Lawton.”

The emperor, who was exhausted from the long journey, and was unable to control the old man, Fairn, called him up with a low voice, but the one called Lawton had a smile on his face.

“Do not worry. Emperor’s Majesty. We will show our human potential to those savage demons.”

[Fun.]

The demon smiled brightly and threw the sword he was wearing on his waist to Rotten.

The Demon King invited the guests of the wedding and ordered not to bring troops, and Rotten was a knight disguised as a butler to keep that promise.

Naturally, he didn’t have a sword, so the demons yielded their sword to him.

Rotten, who received it, drew his sword and looked at it, slightly admiring it.

“Even the demons seem to have excellent masters. It’s a useful sword. But if you give me the sword, how are you going to fight?”

[Don’t worry. Even without a weapon, you wouldn’t bleed a drop from my body.]

At the words of the demons, Rotten frowned.

No matter how much he wears a butler’s attire to serve the emperor, he is also a knight.

Despite the reputation of Randall Prescott, the commander of the Guards Division of the Philo Empire, he was always treated as second person, but he was also a soldier who achieved the status of 11 stars.

He raised his sword, brought it in front of him, and opened his mouth, setting the example of a knight.

“My name is Rotten Shevely. He is the orthodox heir to the Count Shiveli family, who inherited the arcane swordsmanship and voice of the sword. Please tell me your name.”

[Moros, Marquis of the Demon Kingdom, Denimton.]

As he stretched out his hands, darkness floated over them.

Antimatter created by the power of destruction.

[Ask at any time.]

Rotten, enraged at those words, took the time to focus all his Auras on the sword.

I don’t know how he did it, but he succeeded in giving the sword the same perfect properties as the 12-star aura by concentrating the aura that had been achieved with the state of 11 stars.

Perhaps that is the power of the arcane swordsmanship he spoke of, the voice of the sword.

An extreme swordsmanship that gives up defense and forms a higher level of attack power by concentrating all auras possessed by the sword.

In general, giving up the right of precedence in a duel is something that a teacher with clearly superior skills does only to teach his pupils.

It hurts my pride to be treated like that, but it was an opportunity.

The voice of the sword, an extremely aggressive swordsmanship, once entered the offensive, it was the best swordsmanship in the Philo Empire that could not be matched.

“Then go.”

But,

When Rotten held out his sword, the sword and Rotten’s entire upper body evaporated while wielding the sword.

When the sword was blocked with one of the two antimatter on both palms, the sword and antimatter created a twin annihilation and spit out energy. .

The power generated by the explosion of the twin annihilation completely evaporated Rotten’s upper body.

However, since the place was a place, the Marquis-class demons who introduced themselves as Denimton were suppressing their power so that the guests, above all, the Demon King’s Castle would not be damaged.

He said, looking coldly at Rotten’s lower torso that had been smashed on the floor.

[Disappointing. I hope you can’t avoid that one.]

No matter how aggressive the sword’s voice was, he couldn’t directly attack with the marquis-class demons who deal with the power of destruction.

The perfect physical properties of the 12-star Aurors are also the properties of matter in the end.

For demons of destruction dealing with the power of antimatter that destroys matter, it was not much different from an ordinary sword.

So, if he attacked the demon’s body directly while avoiding all attacks, he might have had a good match, but Rotten, who lacked understanding of the demon of destruction, believed in his sword and tried to attack with honesty.

As Denimton snapped his finger, the demons of the commoner level poured out from the annex.

[Throw this corpse as food for Trotian.]

At his words, the servants carried Rotten’s lower body and headed for the stable built behind the annex.

And the sound of flesh being ripped off and bones breaking was giving frustration to those who heard it.

[Is this the end? Is there no human to challenge anymore?]

He looked at the guests as if something was missing, but people had no choice but to avoid his gaze.

There was no other large human being able to apply for a duel against an opponent who had killed the second strongest knight in the Philo Empire in one match.

[Sorry. Then see you in five days. So that you can rest comfortably in the meantime.]

And for the five days before the wedding started, the emperor and other nobles did not leave their rooms.

Nevertheless, the sound of flesh being ripped and bones breaking from the back of the annex was constantly stimulating the human imagination.

A monster that enjoys human meat, Trotian.

I wonder what kind of meat he is eating right now.

* * *

The last five days of life gave Leon a feeling of nostalgia.

The appearance of the building was quite different, but living in the attic above the servant’s quarters.

Is it because of that?

Leon had the same dream the last 5 nights in a row.

When I woke up in the morning, I dreamed of having a warm porridge that my mother had made by folding it in the water and sharing a meal with each other smiling hahaha.

However, when he opened his eyes, the only thing that caught his eye was Arya Rothbane’s face, who was looking at sleeping Leon.

“Is that dream again?”

Leon was assigned the same living space as Arya as Arya’s fiancée Paul Trait.

And when I woke up for the past 5 days, Arya was always sticking her face in front of Leon’s nose.

“okay. But today will be the last day.”

The Demon King’s wedding was just around the corner.