Chapter 8 – The Most Powerful Demon King in History. Obtains The Treasure Left by The Dragon King
I look around at Jorm’s treasures.
“Did you collect all of this, Jorm?”
“No, I believe I collected these.”
“Ho, ho. Do you like this sort of thing?”
“Aren’t they stylish? Especially that shape.”
They are sparkling and oddly shaped, but they are junk.
Not a single magic tool, nor Mithril, or Orichalcum articles.
Not even jewels, gold, or platinum.
“I see. These are to Jorm’s taste?”
“Yes!”
People, or rather, dragons have different tastes.
To begin with, Jorm is not the type of dragon that likes to collect treasures.
Maybe that’s why he chose his loot based on their shape or appearance.
“Are the others from Jormungandr?”
“Father left those behind.”
“Then perhaps it would be better to leave them alone.”
“It should be fine. Father said to give them to whomever I wanted.”
“…… Is that so?”
Jorm spoke, looking up as if remembering the old days.
“It was father who built the nest here…”
He started living here 500 years ago and apparently disappeared about 300 years ago.
“He disappeared after I received my second name.”
“Hmm.”
“He said that if I lived here long enough, something interesting would happen.”
“Something interesting?”
“At that time, he said that I would probably figure out how to use the treasure my father left me then.”
And wagged his tail.
“Surely, the interesting thing was meeting Your Majesty. Now I know how to use it!”
“I never, is what I’d like to say, but the Dragon King Jormungandr was the clever sort.”
“Father was smart!”
“Indeed. I’m not surprised he read that far.”
“Uhmm!”
He built a nest to protect my tomb, and when his child, Jorm, grew up, he left his treasures behind and departed.
I’m really curious to know what Jormungandr is doing now.
I’m sure he’s doing something great.
As I was thinking about that, Jorm flew towards the treasure left by Jormungandr.
Then took out a necklace and brought it over.
“Ah, Your Majesty! Look at this. Father told me to take special care of this one.”
“………… Th, this is!”
When I saw it, my eyes widened in surprise.
It was a companion piece to the necklace I had given to my adopted daughter Phylfi as a talisman.
“This one is interesting only because father told me to take good care of it. There is a light shimmering inside.”
“…… I see, the light is moving?”
This belonged to me in my previous life.
It is a magic tool that allows me to easily find Phylfi even if she gets lost.
By the color of the light. It is also possible to know her state, that is, the amount of magic power.
“Jorm, please let me have a closer look.”
“Yes, by all means.”
Jorm handed it to me and I examined it carefully.
A blue light was indeed flickering.
Blue is the color that indicates that her magic power is close to full recovery.
As the magic power decreases, the light approaches red, and when you die, that is, when the magic power disappears, the light also disappears.
That’s how it functions.
“Indeed, there is a blue light shimmering.”
In other words, Phylfi is alive.
However, the part that informs her whereabouts is hazy, so I can’t tell.
“What does it mean?”
“Is it broken?”
Jorm asked, so I checked, but it wasn’t broken.
“Hey hey, Your Majesty. What is this magic tool?”
“Ah, that’s right. I should explain.”
I explained about this magic tool and Phylfi.
“I see, it belonged to Your Majesty. Hence why father told me to take good care of it.”
“Did Jormungandr say anything about Phylfi?”
“Father didn’t say anything.”
“…… I see.”
“Are you unhappy, Your Majesty?”
“No, I’m not unhappy. I don’t know where she is, but I know she’s alive.”
When I said that, Jorm wagged his tail happily.
“Let’s find Phylfi. At the same time as we search for the Demon God.”
“Understood. I, Jorm, will do my best.”
“I’m counting on you.”
“Uhmm!”
And then, Jorm and I retrieved the treasures.
Among the treasures that Jormungandr left behind was a magic tool called a “Magic Bag”.
Compared to its appearance, the magic bag has a larger internal capacity.
Depending on the quality of the bag, the contents could be several to several hundred times larger.
Moreover, no matter how much you put it inside, it doesn’t get heavier.
It is a magic tool that can be considered a strategic weapon.
“It is indeed Jormungandr’s magic bag.”
“That is right.”
It had tens of thousands of times the capacity of its appearance.
I packed all of Jormungandr’s treasures into the magic bag.
“Okay, let’s go, Jorm.”
“Uhmm!”
And so, I walked down the mountain with Jorm.
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