2nd Round Villain

19 – Villain from Back in Time – 3

rosary.

The Cross.

Rosario.

This object has the meaning of offering a spiritual bouquet of roses to the Holy Mother.

Until I met Saint Mary, it had nothing to do with me.

No, it was related. on the not-so-good side.

Because I went to each and every one of those carrying a cross, tested them, and went around. They used to shout desperately as they held out their shiny crosses towards me.

“The name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit! I will purify this devil!”

They were weak guys. All they know how to do is lean on divine power and wiggle their snouts.

Occasionally, there were trivial things that actually invoked the Holy Spirit, but that was true. What was he going to do when he was the second in command of the Demon King’s army with nothing more than the Holy Spirit? I wonder if I can summon an archangel.

It wasn’t until I met a saint in Tartarus that such a rosary started to draw a lot of attention from me.

“There is a great duty to care for even the poor sheep who are unable to care for them. The black rosary is a symbol of that meaning.”

“You mean the garbage in the back alley?”

“It refers to those who are alienated from the shadows without light.”

To the saintess, the rosary was a solemn and precious object, unlike other priests.

He was the guide, the god, the lord. The saintess valued her rosary more than her own life.

Of course, all priests are like that. He ardently boasts that he is willing to sacrifice his humble life for the sake of the Lord. The problem is that it’s only mouth-to-mouth.

I didn’t see a single one of them say that when a shotgun was pointed at their head.

Nothing special. Since life reveals its true face when it faces death, they are only facing their inner self thanks to me.

That is why the saintess is mysterious.

Even the moment when the blade of the guillotine fell without mercy, and the sharp blade pierced her beautiful neck.

Because she preached faithful love.

In the twilight darkness, the figure of the saint praying while holding a rosary, emitting a faint light, is still clear in my mind.

However, there is one thing I don’t understand.

well-.

“It’s a ghost to weep.”

well-.

“It’s not like I was in the habit of playing with a cross when I was little… Huh, true.”

Why did that sacred rosary come out of my pocket when I was young?

No matter how many times I blink, I can be sure. This is the rosary that the saintess carried.

A scrawled, black cross with a few hand stains on it. It is impossible not to recognize it because I have kept it in my eyes in Tartarus.

When was the last time I saw this rosary?

For sure… .

“It is a treasure that has been with me all my life.”

“What is the treasure?”

“Please accept it. My heart, my faith, my love.”

“How can something dirty and dirty be considered a treasure? How do you manage treasures these days?”

“If that’s the case, Joker-sama will make sure to clean it up later.”

The saintess gave it to me the day before I was to be executed.

I asked to put it in my arms, and I don’t remember anything after that.

“… .”

Nothing can be found out. In the current situation, it is.

well-.

I held the rosary in my hand. The hard, sharp edges were touched with the fingertips.

The saintess guessed that I would return. It can be guessed from her last words and this black rosary.

And, for unknown reasons, the black rosary she left for me came with me back 500 years into the past.

“Tsk.”

It doesn’t seem like there’s anything special hidden in the rosary. This is just a fairly hard and sharp cross.

“I took on a troublesome task.”

I took out a clean handkerchief and held it up. It was a handkerchief that was rolling around the room.

“You want me to come clean? Damn, I know who the underground servant is.”

Groaning dissatisfiedly, I silently polished the rosary.

It was something the saintess left for me. That alone is enough reason for me to treasure it.

Because he was the only human who treated this lowly demon as precious. I am a demon tribe that thoroughly repays enemies and favors.

Ppodeuk, ppodeuk-.

It wasn’t long after the rosary was polished that the luster began to flow. Even though the original color was black, even though it was a saint’s item, its dignity and dignity were incomparable to any other treasure.

To think that a creature of a demon god was wiping an object that conveyed the love of a god was truly ridiculous.

“I can’t let anyone find out.”

Among the seven countries on the continent, the country that has the most hostile relationship with the Demon World is the country where the saintess will be born.

Of course, the rosary, a sacred object of the holy kingdom, is a demon that in the demon realm can be charged with treason and blasphemy just by possessing it. I don’t want to be dragged back by the Pandemonium police and imprisoned in Tartarus.

“I can’t just throw it away… This, I got a jar of grievances.”

After polishing until it shimmered, I put the rosary in my pocket. Then, after zipping the pockets tightly, I completely changed into my outdoor outfit.

It was delayed for a while due to the sudden appearance of the rosary, but I have to go to the Grand Duke of Nambu. When it comes to information, the later you know, the more you lose.

Kki-Ik-.

I made up my mind and opened the door.

“sister?”

A female demon with pale skin and black hair stood in front of the door.

The demon with dark red eyes down, for some reason, was hesitantly intertwined with his fingers.

“What is your sister doing here?”

“that… Oscar. I have something to say about daytime affairs.”

“What are you going to say? Shall we go in?”

“Oh no! It’s just a matter of delivering things… .”

Adela, my sister, carefully reached under her coat and pulled out a small box.

Adela held it out to me and opened her mouth as if in confession.

“I apologize for what happened during the day, right here and now.”

“yes?”

“It looks like you have a big problem with your head because of what I did on my own… .”

“No, I’m fine… .”

“This is the egg of Horus, the Yellow King, that I got when I went to Masurim not too long ago. If you eat this, even your injured head will get better.”

“Ugh! Go, suddenly, my head… !”

“Oscar… ? Oscar!”

At the words ‘Egg of Horus’ that flowed from Adela’s mouth, I immediately grabbed my head and collapsed. With a frown on his face as if he was about to die.

Seeing me like that, Adela didn’t know what to do. Like a panicked, whimpering baby puppy, she fidgeted.

“Kuh… ! sister… ! Mmm, my head hurts so much… !”

“sorry! My, I’ll get you better elixirs! I’ll go to Vigo right away and bring all the medicines to treat wounds! Until then, hold on a little longer!”

“Therapeutic drugs are good, but… I wonder if it would be more helpful to energize… … .”

“Whoa, you mean stamina? I get it! Bring it right away!”

Adela still thinks I’ve hurt her head. Maybe it’s because of her past trauma.

She is, to put it mildly, a single life of a warrior, but to put it bluntly, she is an idiot who knows nothing but combat.

The fighting ability is great. admit that His fighting sense, his eyes to see the situation, his ability to handle weapons, martial arts, or magical powers are superior to those of other demons. Even in the world five hundred years later, he was one of the absolute strongest.

If she hadn’t died in vain trying to protect me in her previous life, the second person in the demon king’s army would have been Adela’s. To that extent, Adela was a master of battle.

However, in other fields, it is too ignorant. This is because when he was very young, he suffered a disgraceful accident and suffered a major blow to his head, resulting in his intelligence deteriorating. I don’t know because it happened when I wasn’t even born.

At least, if she is a fighter on the battlefield, she should know about medicine, but Adela, who has poor sociability and only knows how to play solo, doesn’t even know how to do medicine. Creatures that could damage her body weren’t common.

If Adela had any knowledge of medicine, no matter how stupid she was, she would have noticed that my brain was intact. It is a gift made by circumstances.

“Kick-kick.”

“Lucifer? Why are you smiling so anxiously from earlier?”

“Ah! my head! Head!”

“Kuh… ! Dang, don’t go right away! Wait a minute!”

“Elixir… I need an elixir… .”

“Ah, I see! Please hold on a little longer! I’ll be back in the blink of an eye!”

In my realistic sick person cosplay, Adela hurriedly put the box on the ground. Then, with a strong kick to the ground, it disappeared over the horizon like an arrow.

To think that a demon with such great leg power was fooled by such easy acting. It’s a pity to think that’s my older sister, but it’s an incomparable boon to me.

“Kick-kick.”

The egg of Horus, one of the Five Kings who reigns in Masurim, its value cannot be converted into commodities. It is the egg of Horus that even the best poachers on the continent failed to find.

Since it is such a rare item, nothing has been said about its taste, but considering its ability to raise the quality of magical power to the limit, it is worth eating.

Such a precious elixir rolled into an earthenware pot, and in the future, it will even be pulled out like a pumpkin stem. In my mind, I want to be hit with an earthen pot hundreds more times.

How can I hold back my smile

The Demon God is giving me a holy smile.

Whether to eat the egg of Horus as fried or rolled egg, I am really worried.

*****

It didn’t take long to get from the northern part of the demon realm to the southern part.

The Pandemonium is a vast and desolate land, but I have a teleport scroll, a product of magical civilization.

Humans have things like cars and bunnies, but demons who fly on wyverns don’t really need those things. There is even a saying that the rapid development of human scientific civilization is due to a lack of magical power, so the difference is not so great.

As a high-ranking demon, I have a teleport scroll that is much more convenient than a wyvern.

smart-.

“Ah, are you there?”

Not a single servant lives in the duke’s residence.

It is because the King of the Southern Grand Duke made all of them into works of art and exhibited them.

smart-.

“Beautiful, elegant and gentlemanly, Mr. Southern Duke, can’t you hear me?”

He knocked on the door and spoke as if singing.

After a while, the iron door of the Duke’s residence opened gloomily, opening the entrance to me.

A long, dark road shrouded in pitch-black darkness appeared before me.

“Hey, are you trying to test your courage right now?”

The dark cliff road in front of me, who has lived in Tartarus, where there was no light for 111 days, is ridiculous.

One, the only laughable thing is darkness. I have no intention of taking the southern duke’s residence lightly.

“A magic circle against a kid who is only 8 years old, and if he pees like this, only the teacher’s house will become dirty.”

An ancient demon that has existed since the beginning of the Pandemonium.

Demons who commit so many evils that they are no longer interested in evil, and eventually pursue art.

An outsider who lived for over a million years, lost friends, lovers, and even grandchildren, sank into the river of indolence and locked herself in the duke’s mansion.

In the world of demons, where strong people are lined up like grains of sand on the beach, the only absolute strong person that even the devil can’t treat carelessly.

Grand Duke of the South, King.

The existence I am going to meet now, at the end of this dark road, is such an existence.

There’s no way such a light attitude is possible.

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Jerk-.

Make sure to read from noble mtl dot com

Jerk-.

that buck… … .

The road behind the door was so long that I could not see the end no matter how far I walked.

There couldn’t be such a long road in the duke’s mansion where space was limited, so the king must have prepared a magic circle to twist providence.

Whether this is a trap for fun or a firecracker for illusion is unknown.

So, I walk Drowning out the rootless composure.

chuck-.

It was around the time when I felt like walking for an hour or two. The road is still not finished.

However, my unstoppable progress has stopped. It’s because of a living creature floating in the air in front of me.

“Hey, I guess you fell in love with vegetables this time?”

It is a strange creature.

The eyes are bright red tomatoes.

Both cheeks are bright red apples.

The forehead is an orange pumpkin.

The chin is purple.

The nose is light green cucumber.

Both ears are bright yellow-orange.

A creature with features made up of various vegetables and fruits. Probably, there is nothing so bizarre in the world, at least in this demon realm.

Even in the midst of it, colors harmonized and shapes dictated rules, proving that King was a master artist.

“Anyway, I have to admit one novelty. Is it because the Duke is the only one who can come up with fresh ideas even when he is old?”

“… You are someone.”

Her brown lips, woven with wheat, trembled.

A surprisingly normal voice came out from the gaping lips.

“It looks like you haven’t even been weaned yet, have you lost your way?”

It was a well-intentioned question meant to be sarcastic.

I understand. To an old man who has lived a million years, I would be no more than ten years old, and I would be like a newborn baby.

“Because I’m young, I go around. If you do, you will lose your way.”

Now, let’s start.

“Isn’t it better than being old like someone and being locked in your own house for a thousand years?”

“… .”

From the old man who has become senile to this passion, I have to somehow draw ‘interest’.

To extract information about my regression.