The Lazy King

The Lazy King Chapter 4: Ira

Part 1: Just Remembering it Pisses Me Off

In novels, I’ve read that there’s nothing more troublesome than an incompetent yet hard worker, but if you’ll let me state my personal opinion, in this world, there is nothing more aggravating than a ridiculously competent slacker.

The Demon Lord I’ve been dispatched to keep an eye on – The King of Sloth, Leigie of the Slaughterdolls- is perhaps the best fitting for that phrase in the world. One of these guys is more than enough.

Of the ones who ally to the Great Demon King『Kanon Iralaude』, a total of 19 have reached Demon Lord Class, but of Demon Lords selected by the Original Sin of Sloth, there is only one.

Compared to a normal Demon’s skills, a Demon Lord’s are exceedingly powerful, and while it changes based on the Skill Tree, all of them are extremely useful. Therefore, the Demon Lord who advanced his Sloth Skills to the limit was, quite annoyingly, classified as a precious existence, and that formed a sort of buffer zone where no one could really say anything against his behavior.

I must follow my orders, and produce results. But he doesn’t seem to want cause any insurrections, and all he does is just lie around. How annoying.

The current Great Demon King, Kanon-sama is a Demon Lord that is connoted with Ira. The Ira attribute specializes in offensive power, and its single targeting power far surpasses the Gula series, which is also said to boast high offense. However, the Acedia Series, annoyingly enough, is said to be the only Skill Tree out of all of them that excels in pure stamina. All demons have some Defensive skill or another, but the Sloth Tree far surpasses common sense in that regard.

Pointless VIT that seems to have been thrown in for no real reason, on top of a presumptuously enormous amount of HP. What’s more, they have specialized resistances to attacks of every attribute, and status abnormalities. With their explosive VIT, they rarely ever feel pain.

On the other hand, they’re lacking in Dexterity, and Offensive power, but I doubt such a thing is necessary.

Without any meaning, like stones on the ground, like shellfish in the sea, those guys just exist there without doing anything.

Why must we waste our own power to try and chip at those existences that resemble inorganic matter? The Great Demon Kings of old probably thought along those lines.

From my point of view, taking in a King of Sloth as a subordinate was one of the greatest mistakes ever committed by the first Great Demon Lord.

They are without a doubt detrimental existences. That’s why my stress against that indestructible wimp just continues to build up without end. I’ve collected an indescribable amount of Wrath, and while it’s been almost a thousand years since my birth, I’ve never felt this much anger against a specific something ever before.

Those were the contents of the regular report I submitted to Kanon with the resolve that I was going to get killed. She burst into laughter. It was the first time I ever saw the Great Demon King of Wrath laugh to this extent.

The Great Demon King’s hand-picked corps that acts as her eyes and ears, the『Order of Black』.

The Demons that make it up have been filtered through by various processes, making it a prestigious and elite brigade. It’s not an exaggeration to say they’re the ones leading the Great Demon King’s Army, and that they’re the king’s personal royal guard.

In reality, about one fifth of the world’s Demon Kings were once part of the Order, and when you think about how the current Great Demon King Kanon originated from it as well, it’s easy to understand just how refined of a history this Order has.

The members that make it up are sent out in different squadrons to look over the actions of the Demon Lords allied to the Great Demon King- by the desire they held, was it likely for them to quietly obey another or not. We observe their conduct in great detail, at times delivering decrees from the King, at times, offering warnings, at times fighting alongside them, and at times searching for signs of rebellion before they can carry anything out.

But as we are dispatches, it’s an exceedingly dangerous mission where we have to serve another Demon Lord, and by its nature, it’s a crucial one where negligence isn’t permitted.

Even so, after receiving top-class reports for my military service, I, Lize Bloodcross, was unable to understand why I was sent alone to do the mission that usually required teams of three, and even though I governed Wrath, just as Kanon did, I couldn’t understand the meaning behind me being sent to watch over Sloth, the complete opposite nature. It was unbearable.

Originally, inspections were to be carried out by Demons of the same attribute, or at least by ones of similar nature. While it may be the decision of the Great Demon King, I am completely unable to comprehend his divine will. I’m at my wits end. Thus, I cannot avoid issuing a protest. Even if that is to end in my death.

On a giant throne of obsidian, Great Demon King Kanon Iralaude had laughed so much that tears were coming out of her eyes, as she propped herself up with her staff.

Kanon-sama is a female Demon. Her height was close to a man’s, and the personification of her Wrath, her crimson hair the color of the flames of hell boiled and let off fumes like lava. The tips of it tickled the armrests of the throne

Even with a few meters between us, the exalted atmosphere I sensed was proof of the unfathomable power she commanded as the Great Demon King.

But her authority is quite wasted. In various ways. And as I may add, todays Demon King-sama is in a rare good mood.

She clears her throat, and stares at me with her red hot eyes.

“And, Lize Bloodcross. If that be the case, then what exactly is it that you want?”

“Yes, it is my suggestion that we just kill Leigie-sama already, divide up his territory, and assign it to the other Demon Lords loyal to you.”

I stated what was on my mind directly to the Great Demon King.

Perhaps she had expected my objection. She immediately threw out a reply.

My objection was in opposition to the Great Demon King’s will, so it wouldn’t be strange for my head to fly off at any moment, but there wasn’t even a fragment of anger in her eyes.

“I see… then who will kill him? As the sole Demon Lord that governs Sloth, he merely wastes his eternity on naught. How shall we kill a Demon Lord like that?”

“That is…”

That in itself was the reason I spent several months bearing my anger and serving him.

I do possess General level power, and my attribute is the one most suited for offense, but while he was taking such attacks, of all things… that Demon Lord started sleeping.

As if he was saying that there was no need to pay any mind to attacks of my measly level.

Just remembering it pisses me off.

Hot blood circulated through my body with my Soul Core as the center, and my vision was dyed red. I took deep breathes to try and calm myself, but it didn’t have any effect.

“Ku ku ku, by the look of it, you’ve already tried it yourself…”

“… Yes, I understand that I have overstepped my authority, but I was unable to hold back my Wrath…”

Kanon-sama received those words with eyes filled with pleasure.

“I’ll permit it. Ku ku ku, Lize… you resemble… the me of the past.”

“!? Yes… ‘tis an honor.”

Just what does she mean?

I cannot understand Kanon-sama’s thoughts. I cannot comprehend. It’s not like I’m angry. My thought come together again, and I instantly kneel before her.

With an expression completely unfitting of her moniker, Kanon of Ruin, she looked at me with soothing eyes.

“Anyways, Lize. That man won’t die… of course, if you find a way to kill him, I mind not if you carry it out, but… Lize, I’m counting on you.”

“… Yes. I will put in my utmost effort in order to answer your expectations, my liege.”

On her sudden words, I hurriedly corrected my posture, and from her sudden expectations, I hid my face.

Will I ever be able to live up to such hopes?

The Demon Lord of Sloth has peerless powers, and in his speech, loyalty to the Great Demon King, and his treatment of me, a direct emissary of her… towards all of it, he has not a fragment of interest.

Against that Demon who’s shut himself in his own closed world, what is it that I can do?

Is there anything I can change in the slightest? No matter the time, I’ve always cut open my own path with my own will, but I have no confidence for myself on this trial.

Our affinity is… just too bad.

“Good… I understand your plea. But there is a reason you were appointed Leigie’s observer. Find it out for yourself.”

That was something I did not expect from the King’s mouth. The weight I feel on the back of my head. An invisible pressure is holding me down. Lifting my head isn’t permitted.

It may be obvious, but on her statement, me questioning further would be foolish.

“Yes. Please excuse me, Lize Bloodcross. All is as Kanon-sama wishes it.”

“Good. Then march onwards. You have the makings of a ruler. So learn. Study it, understand it. The meaning of being a Demon.”

“Yes… without fail.”

There was no playfulness in the Great Demon King’s words.

Her each of her direct, passing words were engraved in my Soul Core.

But I cannot understand what she means in the slightest.

Something to learn from that Lazy King…?

From that Demon Lord… from the Demon Lord whose sin was so strong it caused my predecessor, a Demon of Sloth, to abandon his responsibility. As someone with the polar opposite nature, just what am I supposed to learn?

Perhaps by the time I learn that, I will have answered to the Great Demon King’s expectations.

I lower my head greatly, and the moment I had stepped through the door, Kanon-sama spoke.

Another voice unbefitting the Demon King of Ruin. A tired voice.

“Lize, once you return to the Castle of Shadows, go tell Leigie-Niisama… at least drop by now and again.”

“… Eh!? Niisama!?”

I definitely did not have to hear that.

I turned around in a panic. It seems Kanon realized what it was she had just said, as she was clicking her tongue. With a grim expression, she pointed her staff at me.

The sin of Wrath, said to return everything in the world to ash.

The glint in her eyes was like a raging fire, as if to block any objection from me.

With this pressure, I was able to get out but a few words before my heart gave in.

“Kanon, just now…”

“Onwards, Lize Bloodcross! Don’t… trouble me any further!”

“Y-yes!”

As if she was driving me away, she slammed the doors.

Angry words from the Demon Lord of Wrath were definitely nothing rare. The two guards standing in front of the Great Demon King’s room remain unmoving, but they turn eyes filled with sympathy at me. I nod to them before going forward.

I see… Even if he’s a rare Sloth Demon Lord Specimen, so this is why Kanon, who governs Wrath leaves him be…

Wrath’s direct attack ability is second to none, but on the other hand, it’s hard to keep followers unharmed.

I get the feeling I just caught a glimpse of some of the Great Demon King’s black history. It’s a bit dejecting.

Part 2: Go to Hell!

Today, once again, the Demon Lord I was charged with observing was at peace.

Even though the morning sun had risen, the bed remained stuffed with the thick lump that was Leigie, and he isn’t moving in the slightest. At this point, I’m even beginning to question whether he’s still alive.

Ever since the Great Demon King gave me some words of encouragement, I’ve been carefully watching him, but no matter how you look at it, this Demon Lord is just way too much of a Sloth.

There are times when a Wrath like me isn’t angry, but Leigie-sama has never slacked on his duty.

Is that supposed to be the difference between a normal Demon and a Demon Lord? No, that’s probably wrong. According to the others of the Order of Black sent to watch Demon Lords, they’re just a bit further out than normal Demons, and it seems that they’ve never run into any others stoically continuing to pursue their own attributes as much as Leigie. Really, he should just drop dead.

In an irritated state, I started writing in my Demon Lord Observation Diary.

I unintentionally opened my eyes wide. This is surprising. This is quite severe.

There… isn’t a single thing to report.

He doesn’t train his skills, and without any training, I doubt he’ll go step into a battle. He doesn’t establish communication with his retainers, and he doesn’t participate in the war councils. Everything revolves around the people working outside of his watch. I am here witnessing the perfected form of a single type of monarchy. But it’s definitely something different from the phrase『The King Reigns, but Does not Govern』.

(TL: This is apparently a line from the political doctrine of the Commonwealth of the Two Nations)

No, it’s just that he isn’t thinking about anything at all.

Are you even conscious of what your role in all this is, De~ Mon~ Lord~ Sa~ Ma~?

How does this army hold itself together? No, seriously.

It was just too pitiful that my stress is building up, and that gets converted to anger. As a result, for me who had never really had too much to anger me in life, My Wrath Skill Tree experienced sudden extreme growth. I’m not happy about it at all.

I sat irritated in my usual chair as I glared scornfully at the bed.

Even when I’m releasing this much bloodlust, why is it that he isn’t waking in the slightest…!?

And while that was happening, the clock hit a certain time, and the source of all evil appeared cart-in-hand.

She opened the door without making a single sound, and quietly entered with elegant bearing. In a soft voice, she alerted him of that time.

It was the closest connection Leigie’s army had to their Demon Lord. It was…

“…Leigie-sama, it’s time for your meal…”

The maid.

She wore dated office worker clothing, and was a prim and proper beautiful Demon. I don’t know her Attribute, but she doesn’t look suited for battle, so I guess she might not have one.

In the categorization system decided by the Human Race, the category of Demons known as Wraiths, has many born with nothing but the innate instinct to cause harm to others, but occasionally, a Demon without such desires is born of them.

In that case, what comes out is a Demon that doesn’t reign over any Original Sin. There are also child Demons whose spirits are too immature for them to embrace any cravings, but for them to continue to grow up in that state is rare. I’ve heard that it can happen, though.

If that girl actually embraced some sin, then there’s no way she would be this devoted to Leigie-sama. Because this Demon Lord is trash.

Her name is Lorna. She doesn’t have a last. Since I was dispatched here, she’s the one I’ve had to interact with the most.

Her wide pretty blue eyes, and the golden hair that was evenly cut at her shoulders were her most notable characteristics. She’s probably my age, if not a little younger.

At the same time, she’s the source of all of this. Because this girl spoils that Demon Lord in every sense of the term, Leigie-sama will never work no matter how much time passes.

I’ve protested time and again, but there are no signs of her stopping her work. For a girl like this to be wasted on a demon that does not but covet indolence, ‘tis the end of the world. If it turned out that this girl was actually the one pulling all the strings, I don’t think I would actually be surprised.

I honestly think this world would be a better place without her. But she doesn’t die. There’s no worry of her falling in battle. Because she doesn’t go out in the battles.

On Lorna’s whisper of food, the Demon Lord’s head slowly began to project out of the covers. His eyes are half-closed, and he’s still lying face-down. This is the only time of day I can regularly see that man’s deplorable face. Even though he’s unarmed, if you launch an attack, Leigie-sama doesn’t take a single point of damage. I know because I’ve tried it a few times.

Just what sort of Skills does Sloth have?

Within all the Skill Trees held by the Demon Class, the one with the least information about it known is without a doubt the Sloth Skill Tree.

Demons of Sloth don’t usually use skills by choice. If you ask why, it’s precisely because they are Sloth. And so, a majority of Sloth’s skills aren’t widely known. Of course, among them, there isn’t anyone diligent enough to painstakingly record down their skills either. It’s no real mystery why it’s a mystery. Don’t. Screw. With. Me!

Just what thoughts are going through their heads as they continue to pursue that laziness?

Just what are they trying to do by cultivating a set of skills that they’ll never use?

Every time I think about that, it feels like I’m observing some sort of foreign animal. And I feel my entire body get engulfed by a feeling of weakness. Just die already.

The scarce information that’s been passed around denotes that Sloth skills excel in endurance, and that they have skills that allow them to slow down others’ movements. There’s also the Slaughter Dolls Leigie-sama is so known for: a skill for giving life to dolls. But that’s about it.

That may be all, but I also think that’s more than enough information in a sense. I mean, it’s not like that lump over there’s going to use a skill anyways.

With his eyes closed, Leigie-sama opened his mouth.

Lorna accepted that action with a beaming smile, scooped up some food with a spoon, and inserted it in his mouth. It was like watching a mother bird feed its young.

One surprising thing was that this Demon Lord didn’t even lift a finger to eat!

Just quit it already! Like Hell this thing is a Demon Lord! Apologize to all those Demons diligently working out there!

Even if you’re successfully fulfilling your cravings, APOLOGIZE TO ALL THOSE DEMONS WHO COULDN’T BECOME LORDS!

I grit my teeth, and screamed only within my heart. My mental sanity was in danger. In various ways.

And Lorna, you need to stop too!

It’s that. The more I learn of his slovenly lifestyle, my evaluation of Leigie, as well as those of the other Demons who couldn’t become Demon Lords, even though this thing somehow accomplished it is dropping. I’m included. And that makes me pissed off all the more.

As I stood up by reflex, Lorna turns her eyes to me.

As I sigh, she gently sets the spoon on the plate, and puts her hand on her hip, as if worn out.

“Day, by day, by day. Just what is it that you’re so dissatisfied with?”

With that gesture, I heard something snap somewhere in my head.

Leigie yawned.

“What? Me, dissatisfied? There should be a limit to making fun of me!!”

Just because he’s a Demon Lord, he’s underestimating me…

I lose my rationality for a moment, and my Wrath blazes up. It rushes around my body along with my blood.

Just how much must I bear with? Why must I live like this… If Kanon-sama won’t dispose of him, then I’ll settle this in her place…

However, even when I’ve reached a stage like this… he won’t pay me any mind.

With his eyes still closed, he sways his head back and forth. I’m getting a sudden impulse to go kick that head like a soccer ball.

Dammit… I’ve already tried that one long ago. It didn’t give him a single scratch.

Then to give him a scratch, all that’s left is my『Ira』 Skills.

I take deep breaths, and try to manage the violent emotions running about my head.

It creates too much of an opening, so I can’t use it in battle, but let’s take some sweet time, and gather up power.

With my rage as the fuel, I’ll obliterate my enemy. That is the basis of『Ira』 skills.

“Looking down on me… in Kanon-sama’s place… I’ll beat you to death…”

The『Ira』 skill I have with the highest output.

Fire born from a Demon’s heart, my Soul Core, well up from my feet, and rise into the heavens as a pillar of flames.

On the Skill Tree, it’s an upper class skill ranked S. Of the skills I can use, it’s the most powerful.

『Rage Flame』

Lorna winced as she was buffeted with the high temperature with that came as a side effect.

The blast sends the tableware flying, and it crashes into the wall before shattering into small pieces.

While it may just be an aftereffect, it’s a heat beyond what a normal Demon can stand. The skin on Lorna’s arms instantly begins to burn, and the room is filled with the unpleasant scent of roasting meat. She scowls, steps back, and covers her skin, but this isn’t a heat that can be avoided by something of that extent.

“… Lorna, move. It’s not my problem if you’re caught up in this.”

“… It’s useless. With『Wrath』 of that level… you won’t be able to breach Leigie-sama’s『Sloth』.”

… Looking down on me.

I suppress the feeling of the flames burning myself, and raise it to a heat I’d never attained before. The barrier protecting the ceiling shatters, and the stone above melts before dripping to the floor.

Words are taken as fuel, and the inside of my head gets redder and redder. The flame wrapped around my arms change to a shade of crimson mixed with black.

The cuff of Lorna’s clothes ignite, and the flame starts to spread.

But without even trying to put it out, she continued to pat Leigie’s head. He hadn’t even opened his eyes. Her mouth approached his ear.

And she voiced some unbelievable words.

“Leigie-sama… I have a younger sister. If I’m ever to dissapear, it’s set that she will be the one to take care you you in my place.”

“I see.”

Lorna doesn’t seem to be giving any care to her own life.

And the Lord of Sloth doesn’t have a hint of interest towards that fact. Leigie doesn’t even open his eyes… He doesn’t even look at Lorna’s face.

“Idiotic… you plan to die here?”

“Ku… I do not have anything to block what you’ve over there, Lize. No matter what I do, it will kill me in the end. That is all.”

While withstanding the pain, her words came out in a level tone, adding more fuel to my flames of wrath.

The flame spreads up the fabric, and the king sized bed is engulfed in it. Lorna doesn’t try to cover herself. With her body alight, she continues to gaze at the closed-eyed Leigie.

The flames were my anger in itself. Their nature was different than simple physical fire. They had powers fitting for them to be called flames of hell, the ability to turn all matter to ash. In this wide world, they’re perhaps what has the greatest destructive capability. They even surpass the magic fire used by the Spirit Race.

Information about the target of my flames enters my head.

Lorna’s body constructed of Soul only has a slight fire resistance from the basic Demon Tree. She’s easily burned through as she becomes food for the flames.

The reason she’s still alive is that this is only a secondary effect with not even a fraction of the skill’s power.

If I released the skill, then even if I didn’t aim for her, she would easily…even easier than a scrap of paper, her soul and all else would turn to ash.

“Ask your lord to save you.”

“You’re making… a mistake. Lize Bloodcross.”

Her entire body burns away bit by bit, and her head dressed in charcoal made me find it amazing she was still alive. With those burnt eye sockets, she looked at me.

What was in her eyes was nothingness. Her entire body disappearing, she lets out not a single scream of pain, as if she were merely waiting to greet an inevitable demise. It was more repulsing than anything I had ever seen before.

And like that, Lorna smiled.

“… Sloth is… without thinking anything… without creating anything… without saving anything… without letting your feelings be moved… just existing as you wish it.”

“!?”

The all-important Leigie was, even with the flames of hell said to destroy any and everything surrounding him, not stirring at all.

Not a single hair on his head, or a single patch of skin was burned. Even though there’s no sign of him using any sort of skill!

In front of his eyes… even when the loyal Demon who’s served him faithfully up until now is burning!

Even when everything in his world is being reduced to cinders!

That fact made my mind leave me.

It felt like my head would split, that even burning everything in this world wasn’t enough. That sort of anger penetrated my head. The heat of the flames increases even further.

At that moment, Leigie opened his eyes for the first time, and murmured.

For the first time, his eyes turn towards me. His expression seems troubled.

“… It’s hot.”

What the hell is he saying… this one…

I can see that his face is stiff. Words I cannot understand. A way of life I cannot understand.

Without an iota of hesitation, I activated the skill.

“… Go to hell! Leigie!”

“… I see.”

With an unpleasant expression, Leigie sighed.

He turned the palm of his hand to me… in the face of the black flames, he said a single word.

“Iyo.”

That was the first moment I had understood that the Demon Lord had activated a skill. Even without saying the Skill name.

Right before it hit him, with a speed much faster than my own skill.

What was supposed to protect my soul, the Mental Pollution Resistance skill was instantly breached without being able to offer any resistance in the slightest. My instincts told me.

The impact was great enough to shake my Soul Core. My Field of vision was in chaos, and my thoughts went all over the place.

The heat inside of my head was instantly cut off.

As if those feelings had been a lie, a hole was pierced through my heart. What should have been there was the mental hell of Wrath, but the driving force that was my anger turned off, and died out. The flames that had been raging in the surroundings, the flames that had been burning Lorna, as if any and everything had been a dream.

“What… did you…”

I look at my palm, from which the black flame had disappeared.

I should… have been angry. I definitely had been embracing anger and hatred great enough to burn everything to the ground.

My memory still remains. Until a few seconds ago, I should have been in a rage, but… now I don’t really care.

The disparity between my emotions and my memory become a cold wind, sending shivers down my spine. Something must have happened to create the empty gap within my mind.

My knees give out on me, and I kneeled on the ground that had rapidly cooled after losing its heat.

I don’t understand. I don’t understand anything. I don’t understand my emotions of anger. How. Why was I angry? How did I get so angry? My memory won’t provide me with those answers.

Without paying any mind to my worries, within the ashes, and with a troubled expression, in his tattered bedding, Leigie rolled over.

There is only one theory that could possibly explain this abnormal situation.

… This is… a Skill of Sloth.

Lying on his back, Leigie’s eyes turned in my direction.

“…”

But without saying anything, he closed them.

His impudent behavior lit another spark within me.

Say something already…

Part 3: Who the Hell Does He Think He’s Supposed to Be?

“Are you not going to kill me for opposing you?”

“… If you want to die, then go do that by yourself. Ah, but first, go tell them that they should send a Sloth next time.”

Hah.

Leigie let out a troubled sigh.

With those words, I became certain that my own actions had absolutely no effect on this Demon Lord.

He really is a man with no hopes of salvation. Kanon’s tired words float in my mind.

A skill to overwrite one’s cravings with Sloth.

That’s my conjecture as to the skill this Demon Lord used only once. I don’t even know its name.

At that moment, the hell within my heart was completely buried up.

And if that’s truly the case, then that is… the strongest skill for a Demon. I mean, a Demon’s battle ability rises in proportion to the extent of their longings. Just as my『Wrath Flames』 scaled off my anger, to rapidly increase its output.

It’s not something limited to Wrath, the others are the same. Without a thirst for material possessions, Greed Skills are unusable, and without hunger, Gluttony Skills won’t have any decent firepower.

His skill is bullshit. Normally, a skill of this type would be blocked by the Mental Corruption Resistance on the Basic Demon Tree, but this Demon Lord somehow breached it in an instant. That means that skill can’t be blocked by standard means, and that skills that can’t be withstood by it truly do exist.

I’m not sure if it’ll work even on a Demon Lord, but if it does, then even Demon Lords would be played with like children. And I don’t want to think about it, but perhaps the one who holds the seat of Great Demon Lord, Kanon-sama, is the same.

No, more than that, a large majority of Wrath Skills scale directly off of anger, so his power would be even more affective against her.

When I think of the anger smoldering within me, it isn’t something that will burn for eternity, but if I think about what would happen if it were suddenly extinguished in battle, I cannot help but feel fear.

Its effect? Its range? Its scope? Its conditions?

Challenging this Demon Lord without knowing any of that is… too dangerous. What’s more, he only showed me a single power. When you think about how I have dozens of Wrath Skills, while there’s a difference in trees, I can’t help but assume this Demon Lord has much more than that.

Leigie-sama is… dangerous. Not because his irritating behavior is poison to my sanity, his power itself is dangerous.

It’s likely that Kanon-sama knows this as well. That’s why I was dispatched. This Demon Lord won’t do anything troublesome like start a rebellion, but in the million to one chance…

If I cannot obliterate him with Wrath Skills… the other Skill Series which fall behind in pure offensive power won’t be able to break his defense.

He said it was hot. That means for a split second, my power definitely had some effect on this Demon Lord. It’s impossible for the current me, but if I continue to mature, perhaps I will gain the power to inflict damage on him.

I need to sharpen my blade.

While looking at this man, who possesses unfathomable power, I’ll refine myself. That is likely Kanon-sama’s… intent.

And at the same, time, make good use of this man’s resources, to benefit the Great Demon Lord’s army. He’s scary as an enemy, but having these Sloth Skills on our side is more than reliable.

Taking on these two challenges simultaneously is my mission, and my trial.

Once I’ve overcome that, there is no doubt I’d have gained powers incomparable to what I’ve used up until now.

We were moved to another room, and on top of a bed of the same make, Leigie turned over in his sleep.

In my eyes his form was now that of someone I couldn’t underestimate.

It seems that the bedroom I burnt up is in the middle of reconstruction. None of the Demons in Leigie’s army said a word about it. Say something already.

At that time, the door made a loud sound as it opened, and a single Demon came in.

It was a girl wearing a maid uniform. Her atmosphere was a bit similar to Lorna, but she was just a little bit younger.

She looked at Leigie-sama, who refused to pop his face out of the covers, took a quick glance at me, and approached the bed. With a face identical to Lorna’s, she smiled.

“Leigie-sama! Please~ Wake~ Up~!”

Of all things, she began recklessly shaking the cover the Demon Lord had burrowed under.

The smile and atmosphere are definitely similar. The girl who was probably the sister she was talking about only carried a similar air, and her actions were completely different. This is a fraud.

That’s no way t