Volume 4 Chapter 25 White and Black
Atonement. Irial had always been searching for an opportunity for atonement as she walked the path illuminated only by starlight, reflecting on everything that had happened so far.
Since participating in the God-Demon War, her days had been nothing but turmoil. She had been faced with choices time and time again. Irial had steered her course, guided by the compass of "for the sake of her sister."
In doing so, Irial had betrayed the human race and sided with the demons (mazoku). Such a sin was not easily forgiven. However, she felt a deep sense of gratitude towards Kanami, Lisha, and the Silver Knight who had overlooked her actions during the war.
That was why Irial had taken Yunea and left. It would have been better for Yunea's safety to stay with Kanami and the others, but she believed that obtaining any information about the demons was worth the risk.
However, she never expected that the one who had been watching her was the legendary "Distort Lord." The meeting between a Hero and a Lord was truly a legend in itself. And the Hero had been defeated. Irial, who had witnessed it, knew that the Hero was strong. The power to defeat Tarim, who Irial couldn't even touch, was truly deserving of that title.
But Larkan, who had crushed the Hero head-on, was no longer a strength that could be measured by her own standards. How many others like him were there in the First God-Demon War? There was no way to win.
"..."
Irial looked up at the sky and scolded herself in silence. It wasn't about whether she could win or not; she had to fight. No matter who the opponent was.
At the same time, a question arose within her. Was the Hero's strength really only at that level? Certainly, it was more than enough by Irial's standards. But the Hero had defeated numerous Lords and even the Demon Lord. Could it be that he was being defeated so one-sidedly?
If there was a reason why he couldn't exert his full power, then it was Irial's duty to assist. It was worth risking her life for the one who had saved her.
Geometric patterns of wings emerged on Irial's back, and the night forest shimmered.
Two possibilities. The survival rate would greatly change depending on which one it was, but it seemed that she had drawn the winning ticket.
'Oh, an impolite intruder, aren't you? Are you playing watchdog this time?'
A loud voice that didn't suit the quiet night could be heard. As if melting into the night, the figure appeared silently.
Dressed in a servant's attire, a demon with black hair tied up. The hair parted, and words were spoken.
The other demon who was with Larkan.
Now was the perfect opportunity for Yuusuke, who was injured, to attack. It was unclear what Larkan's true intentions were for letting Irial go, but an ambush was highly possible.
"My name is Irial. And you?"
'Introducing yourself during a war, huh? Are you playing make-believe?'
"It's because it's a war. What we're doing is not just killing each other."
Irial had pride. A pride that was far heavier than her own life. That's why she could wield a spear and face opponents she believed she couldn't defeat.
The bun-hair laughed.
'You all love your reasoning, don't you? It would be simpler to just kill demons without any fancy explanations. Well, whatever. I'll tell you. I am...'
The swiftly rotating mouth suddenly closed. It was because its master had spoken.
"My name is Roze Cression. The one you were talking to earlier is my magic, 'Fifi, the one lurking in the shadows.'"
"Is the puppet show over? Although you don't seem to be particularly skilled in direct combat."
Irial responded with a provoking remark, but Roze's expression remained unchanged.
"This is originally Larkan-sama's battle. I didn't intend to interfere with it, and it's not my intention to have the battle tainted by rude individuals."
"You're the one who loves to argue, aren't you?"
Irial carefully observed the opponent.
The fact that she didn't introduce herself means she doesn't hold a title. However, she wasn't an opponent to be taken lightly, considering her participation in the God-Demon War.
Her composure that doesn't waver even in the face of the enemy. If she claims Fifi is her magic, then her precise manipulation of magic power without revealing it, despite it being activated. All of it is top-notch.
However, Irial could see a smoldering flame deep in their eyes.
"I simply stated the facts."
"Is that so? You're the one with a face that looks like you can't wait to kill the human race."
The moment those words were spoken, Roze's eyes narrowed slightly.
Hit the nail on the head.
Although her face maintains a blank expression, the flames of hidden resentment burn fiercely within them.
An eerie stirring of emotions.
"You can rest assured. I'll soon strip away that iron mask and expose your true face."
"...You insolent fool."
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