The Simple Job of Only Perishing to the Hero

Book 8: Chapter 7

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Vermudol, who was doing paperwork in his office, breathed a small sigh.

What he was dealing with right now were things related to requests for new events.

When they were just starting the nation, there was nothing but events related to fist fights, but there was an increase in variation recently.

Play-offs for the greatest cuisine, Demon King Army War Games tournaments, magic contestsWith various requests like these coming out, it could be said to be proof that the Zadark Kingdom had obtained the thing known as culture and had developed.

But, still

Even so, there was an overwhelmingly large number of requests for events related to fist fights which had taken root in the Mazoku instincts.

Considering the large number of them, it would probably be good to host at least one but

If we were to host oneif it was done poorly, it would paralyze the work of each army

Most likely, every Mazoku of the Zadark Kingdom would declare that they would participate in a fist fighting tournament.

Well, lets just leave this as being considered when necessary.

The moment he took his eyes off from the documents, *gachari*, the door to the office opened and Sancreed showed his face.

King, I need to talk.

What is it. Did you break another sword?

Thats something that always happens. Theres no need to go out of my way to report that.

True. Id be fine with lending you my Bale Blade, but I also feel like itd kill your peculiar quality

After Vermudol breathed his nth sigh for today, Sancreed clanked the sword on his waist.

Nn? A new sword huh. Going by the fact that you purposely came to show it to me, is it Margarets newest work?

After Vermudol said that and stood up, *kon kon*, the sound of the door that was left open being knocked on could be heard from behind Sancreed.

Looking over there, there were the figures of Margaret who made the reserved knocking sound, and Altejio who stood behind her.

Margaret andAltejio huh. Whats wrong, come on in.

Ah, noUm, its because we didnt receive permission to enter.

Hearing Margarets words, Vermudol made a puzzled face.

Permissionto enter?

Come to think of it, he felt like those kinds of words did exist.

Since there were a lot of fellows that wouldnt enter through the door let alone knock among Vermudols subordinates, he had completely forgotten about that recently. After all, even famously straight-laced Maid Knight under the Demon Kings direct supervision, Ichika, managed to be beside or behind Vermudol by the time he noticed it.

I seeCome to think of it, there were also those kinds of words, huh.

Eh, ehh?

No, its fine. Margaret, you are right. Its been so long that Im deeply moved. Enough that I want to give you some sort of reward.

Heeh!? EuahEhhh!?

Being looked up by her as looked like she was in a fluster and was seeking help from him, Altejio made a wry smile.

Demon King-sama, leave it at that. Margaret is confused.

Is that so? Well, alright. More importantly, if you two have come as well, is it related to Sancreeds sword?

Yes, it is just as you say. There has been a bit of a problem related to that.

Hearing the word problem, Vermudol sat back down into his chair.

A problem, huh. I think that its more than enough of a problem currently though butWell, fine. In any case, sit wherever you like. Ill hear what you have to say.

After Vermudol encouraged them, Margaret and Altejio entered the room, and sat down on the sofa.

On the other hand, Sancreed took off his sword and placed it on top of the office desk, then walked to the sofa.

After glancing at that, Vermudol picked up a bell that was placed on top of the desk and shook it.

*Chirin chirin* After a clear sound rang, the sound of footsteps of something roaringly running in the hallway started to resound.

Before long, a bright red something went past in front of the door while making a *gigii* sound, and when they thought that it had come back with incredible speed, it rushed into the room. It seemed to try to stop in a hurry, but there was too much force and it fell on its face.

Bouncing back up, it made an elegant bow.

Krim, arriving at your call! Do you need something, Demon King-sama.

Lets see, for now, are you not injured?

Yes, since this room has a fluffy carpet spread out, Im fine!

Is that so, thats a relief.

Yes!

When Vermudol peeked over at the other side of the door, there were the figures of a tongue-clicking and vexed-looking Marin and a sad-looking Lemon.

This bell was Ykslaass suggestion, and was introduced in order for him to call on anyone that was nearby, but every time, it turned into a race between the three girls of the Maid Unit.

Prepare enough tea for everyone here.

Yes, understood!

Seeing off Krim as she made a bow and ran off, Vermudol breathed a small sigh.

So, ahThats right. It was talk about a sword. Is this the one?

After turning his gaze to the sword on top of the office desk, Sancreed nodded.

Thats right. Its called Hard Sword Raizanok.

FumuNn?

Vermudol thought I feel like Ive heard that name somewhere before, but for the time being, he tried extending a hand to Raizanok that was on the desk.

The moment that Vermudol tried to touch the scabbard.

Uoh!?

A wind that sprung forth from Raizanok repelled Vermudols hand, and the documents that were stacked on top of the desk were blown away.

Sancreed and Altejio reflexively stood up at that spectacle, and Margaret raised a small scream.

After confirming that he wasnt particularly injured, Vermudol once again extended a hand to Raizanok. When he did, as expected, a wind similarly sprung forth from Raizanok and denied Vermudol.

Its quite the interesting sword. Does it not approve of anyone other than its owner?

N, no. That sort of function isAh, erm, more importantly, your injuries!

There are none. There is no need to worry. More importantly, could you give an explanation regarding this sword.

After having an amused-looking smile turned towards her by Vermudol, Margaret rebuilt her serious expression.

Y, yes. Erm, first, that swordAbout Hard Sword Raizanok.

Ahh. NnNo, wait. As I thought, I feel like Ive heard name that before.

After twisting his neck, Vermudol rung the bell on the desk. And then, the instant the ringing sound stopped, Lemon rolled into the room.

After confirming that there werent any maids other than her in the room, Lemon went fuu and made a breath of relief.

Maybe having finally calmed down from doing that, Lemon lightly pinched and raised up the hem of her skirt and bowed right before Vermudols eyes, and made a gentle smile.

Demon King-samaLemon, has arrived at your call.

Could you check something in the library. The keyword is Hard Sword Raizanok, or words that resemble that.

Yes, shall it be done in haste?

It certainly would be better if it was done fast, but its not really urgent. Prioritize certainty.

I have received your orderI will definitelydefinitely, respond to your expectations.

After confirming that Lemon had left the room, Vermudol returned his gaze back to Margaret.

So, what was it about this sword?

Ah, yes. Its materials were things like the Imitation Holy Sword that was melted down and used as the base, fragments of the Holy Armor Soldier, and Raktor-samas scales. Without using Holy Silver which is usually used as the base, it was made with only special materials.

The Imitation Holy Swordby that do you mean the sword that Ykslaas brought with ther? I see. So you melted that downAs usual, you do some pretty absurd things.

When Vermudol made a wry smile, Margaret continued her words while making a relieved face for some reason.

Yes. As a result, what was made was, that sword butMay I?

Nn? Yeah.

After standing up from the sofa, Margaret went to stand in front of the office desk, and then slowly extended her hand to Raizanok.

Once Margarets slowly extending hand reached a certain distance, a wind similar to what happened earlier sprung forth from Raizanok and blocked Margaret from it.

Seeing that, Vermudol knitted his brows in puzzlement, and on the other hand, Margaret breathed a sigh sounding as if she had understood something.

Erm, you seeThe sword that I made, doesnt have this sort of function.

Even if you say that it doesnt. In that case, what is this?

Yes. ErmThis is just a guess but, Im thinking that this is a function of the Wind Sword.

The Wind SwordHearing the name of the sword that Sancreed received from the God of Wind Wyrm, Vermudol made a face that said that he found it incomprehensible.

Its not like you used the Wind Sword as a material for it, right?

Y, yes. I do have a bit of interest in it, but as expected

This sword, it absorbed the Wind Sword.

Sancreed, who was still sitting on the sofa, answered like that.

Did you sayabsorbed?

Y, yes. It was a situation that cant be expressed as anything but that. Moreover, after absorbing it, Raizanok clearly had its performance increased. And so, about that

As she was about to say perhaps, looking as if she were hesitant to say anything beyond that, Margaret held her tongue.

And then, after raising her head, she once again hung her head looking like she had given up on it.

Seeing Margaret repeatedly doing that, Vermudol kindly showed her a smile.

Its fine, so try saying it. No matter what kind of irresponsible statement it is, I dont mind.

Y, yes. Um, see. PerhapsPerhaps, it could be

Yeah.

Encouraged by Vermudol, Margaret spun her words with a small, yet clear voice.

Isnt this, the base body of the Holy SwordThat, is what I think.