Chapter 4 – Resurrection of the Demon Lord
After receiving permission from the executives of the Demon Lord’s Army.
Lady Alexia led me to the place where the Demon Lord’s body was enshrined.
I thought it was on the top floor of the Demon Castle, but apparently the Demon Lord is deep underground.
“It’s not on the top floor.”
Lord Rodolphe, who was following behind me, said:
“The basement is safer. The top floor is accessible from the sky.”
Lord Rodolphe, a two-legged wolf-like demon with bluish-grey fur, was the one who had been opposed to my joining their ranks earlier.
I agreed with his explanation, it made sense.
I was guided by Lady Alexia, and all the executives of the Demon Lord’s army followed along.
They asked me to revive the Demon Lord immediately if possible, and I nodded in agreement, so we immediately headed to the place where the Demon Lord was.
They said that a servant wouldn’t be absent when the Demon Lord awakens, but I suspect part of the reason is also to keep an eye on me.
We passed through a thick iron door and descended a staircase that led deep underground.
On the way down, I was provided with what I needed.
All I need is a small knife and a bowl.
That was it.
Everyone blinked at that.
As we descended the gently spiraling staircase for what felt like an eternity, to the point we no longer knew how deep we had gone, we finally saw the end of the stairs.
There, too, was a thick door.
“Here lies the Great Demon Lord.”
Lady Alexia turned around, and then Lord Wilhelm nodded back and put his hand on the door.
Lord Wilhelm was a man in his forties, with short dark green hair and dull blue eyes, and his skin was faintly patterned with scales in places.
Apparently, his true nature is that of a dragon.
However, since there are many inconveniences in a dragon’s body, it seems that he has used magic to mimic a human form.
Apparently, other dragons also basically live in human form because it is more convenient for them.
Perhaps because he was originally a dragon, but when Wilhelm pushed the heavy door…… it slid open with a heavy, clanging thud.
The room, which I thought would be dark, was bright.
A deep blue light emanated from what appeared to be blue crystals that covered the entire room, illuminating the room.
“What are these blue crystals?”
Unlike gemstones, they shine on their own.
“These are Magic Cores.”
“Magic cores?”
“Yes. They are like the hearts of demons. When we demons die, our mana remains in our magic core, and our bodies turn to dust and disappear. These are the magic cores of demons that have died up until now, and they have been collected and stored, allowing us to gather a large amount of mana.”
…… The heart of the demons. The magic cores.
The room had a high ceiling and was spacious, and the entire room was covered with these crystals, from the walls to the ceiling and the floor.
This means that a lot of demons have died so far.
Thinking of this, I hesitated to take a step forward.
“What’s wrong?”
Lord Rodolphe asked when I stopped.
“No, well, I was wondering if it was okay to step on them……”
“Oh?”
“If these are magic cores, the hearts of demons, then I think they must be very precious. Is it okay to trample on them like this?”
Somehow, I felt like I was doing something very wrong.
Wouldn’t it be like trampling on the dead?
When I think like that, I can’t move.
If it were me, I would never want that to happen.
Even after death, I wouldn’t want to be trampled on by someone.
And then, there was a soft laugh.
“It’s okay. Although I call them hearts, to be precise, they are a substance made from the demon’s flesh being converted into the original mana of life, so they have no will of their own, they are just a mass of mana.”
It was Lady Hilde who said that.
Lady Hilde is a succubus, a bewitching woman with lustrous black hair and beautiful, jewel-like purple eyes.
Even I, being of the same gender, get a little excited when she smiles at me.
“I see.”
I felt a little relieved to hear that it was just a lump of magical power.
I followed Lady Alexia as she walked in.
Eventually, we reached several layers of lace curtains hanging from the ceiling.
The body of the Demon Lord must be just ahead.
Lady Alexia stopped.
“Faust, we are coming in.”
There was an air of familiarity in her voice.
Lady Alexia pulled back the curtains and walked in, and I followed.
The curtains felt feather-light, thin, and incredibly soft to the touch.
After passing through the many layers of curtains, I found a large coffin placed there.
The coffin had no lid, and it might be better described as a large bed with a rim rather than a coffin.
In the center of it lay a tall, stout figure.
His long silver hair, which reached down almost to his waist, sprawled across the sheets.
His beautifully symmetrical features were breathtaking, like a work of art, and his brown skin was smooth.
His eyes are closed at the moment, but according to the original game, they should be crimson.
Although he was slender, his muscles were visible even through the black clothing he was wearing.
He is probably in his mid to late twenties.
Although he looks young, he has certainly lived much longer than I have.
My heart trembled slightly.
Could it be because of the memories of my previous life?
Although they weren’t my own memories, nor did I have any emotional attachment to my former life as a human, for some reason my breath trembled as I exhaled.
I wondered if I was being …… moved.
Now, my “fave” from my previous life was right in front of me.
And this Demon Lord might be able to grant my wishes.
Somewhere in my heart, I hope that the Crown Prince, the Saint, and everyone in the Kingdom of Ingrith will all suffer and die in perfect agony.
The Demon Lord is hostile towards humans and hates them.
If that is the case, I might be killed when I awaken him.
As an Immortal, I don’t know if I will die or not, but the fact that the lich mentioned before is gone means that there is something close to “death” for me.
…… No, I don’t mind being killed.
If the Demon Lord is resurrected and destroys humans, the demons will eventually reach out to the Kingdom of Ingrith as well.
It’s a shame that I won’t be able to witness their demise.
“Give me the knife.”
Lady Alexia held out a small knife.
I took it and ran the blade across my left wrist.
There was no pain at all.
I placed a bowl underneath to collect the dripping blood.
After some time, the wound would disappear naturally.
Still, it looks like there’s enough there for what I need.
“…… May I touch the Demon Lord’s body?”
Lord Wilhelm nodded.
Even though I knew they probably couldn’t hear me, I couldn’t help but say, “Excuse me”.
The Demon Lord doesn’t look like he’s dead at all, it feels as though he’s simply sleeping.
It even seems as if his eyes might open at any moment.
I undid the chest of the Demon Lord’s clothes.
Then put my blood on my fingers.
I placed my fingers on his brown skin, just below his collarbone.
Little by little, I drew a magic circle with my blood.
I took my time, carefully and without interrupting the blood, while checking for mistakes.
The skin was cold to the touch, but firm.
…… It’s the first time I’ve ever touched a man’s skin.
Even my former fiancé, the Crown Prince, had only touched my hand through his gloves.
Having been raised as the Crown Prince’s fiancée since childhood, I had no contact with any other members of the opposite sex, and I have never even touched my father or brother directly.
Thinking back, I have never known the warmth of another person’s body.
I came all the way to the Demon Lord’s castle embraced in Lady Alexia’s arms, but her body was cold and I couldn’t feel her body heat.
…… Yes, Father, Mother, and even my brother never even patted me on the head, let alone hugged me.
I didn’t feel sad about that.
Instead, hatred welled up in my chest.
But strangely, I remained calm and was able to draw the magic circle that appeared in my mind without making any mistakes.
After I finished the drawing, I checked it again.
The magic circle was just as I had learned.
“I will now remove the seal placed on the Demon Lord.”
I held both hands over the magic circle on the Demon Lord’s chest.
I concentrated my magic on the palms of my hands.
Magical power moved from my heart to the palms of my hands like blood flowing, and then I poured magic power from the palms of my hands into the magic circle.
“‘I am a descendant of the Holy One.'”
I begin to chant.
It is said that demons can use magic without chanting.
But humans need to chant.
This spell also requires chanting.
“O sacred seal, by this blood, this magic, and this body, manifest thy mark before me.'”
Beneath the magic circle drawn with my blood, another magic circle appeared, slightly larger and lit up with a dazzling white light.
This is the magic circle that the first Saint carved into the Demon Lord.
Although it’s called a seal, I was taught that it’s essentially a spell to fix the state of the Demon Lord.
A spell that fixes the Demon Lord’s state of death.
…… The first Saint was truly great.
It must have taken a considerable amount of magical power to maintain the spell for hundreds of years.
Perhaps the first Saint poured all of her magic into completing this spell.
Wishing peace for all humanity.
The magic circle that appeared overlapped with the magic circle I had drawn.
“In the name of Rachel Sheringham, descendant of the Holy One, I command thee!”
…… that peace is now gone.
“Break the seal and release the one bound.'”
Pure white light and wind suddenly overflowed around the Demon Lord.
At the same time, all of my magical power was taken away.
Still, I poured in my magic without caring.
“That thy duty may be fulfilled.”
In the original story, the dark attribute magic of Rachel was necessary to fully revive the Demon Lord.
In that case, what would happen if I gave some of my magical power to the Demon Lord once he awakened?
Most of my magic had been absorbed and my hands were shaking.
The blinding white light intertwined with my dark magic, and blackness dominated the surroundings.
But it was only for a moment.
In the next moment, the dark magic power is absorbed into the Demon Lord’s body, and the magic circle drawn on his chest and the magic circle used for the seal disappear at the same time, as if they had shattered.
I could barely stand.
Still, I watched.
Before my eyes, his long silver eyelashes trembled slightly.
His eyelids lifted suddenly.
His eyes were a slightly darker crimson, like blood.
He blinked once, and then it sparkled eerily.
………… Oh, what…….
“Beautiful eyes”
My voice trembled as it came out.
The light and wind subsided.
Once again, his crimson eyes blinked.
“──…… Ahh
Like a sigh, a low, sensual voice escaped his thin, shapely lips.
It was a voice that was horrifyingly pleasing to the ear.
His hand slowly reaches out and touches my cheek.
His hand was so warm that I wondered if the coldness I had felt before was just my imagination.
Whew, a self-deprecating thought comes to mind.
When I was a human, no one gave me warmth.
And yet, I became a demon, resurrected the Demon Lord, and was given the warmth of another for the first time by the Demon Lord.
I can’t believe I felt such joy in that warmth.
I blinked away the tears that were slowly welling up inside my eyes.
“What is your name?”
A deep, lustrous voice asks.
“My name is Rachel, the Lich…… I am a descendant of Saint Illumina Felburne, the one who sealed you away.”
Will the Demon Lord kill me?
My voice was softer than I expected when I answered.
I heard a thud behind me, but I didn’t have time to turn around.
I can feel a dense magical power emanating from the Demon Lord before me.
It was the same dark attribute as mine, but it was a much purer dark presence than mine.
I didn’t feel scared.
Rather, I felt relieved at encountering the magical power of my attribute from someone else for the first time.
His thin, well-formed lips curved into a gentle smile.
“My name is Ewaldt.”
The dense magical power of the dark attribute increased in weight.
…… Ewaldt?
“Not Lord Faust?”
The Demon Lord smiled softly.
“That is just a common name. My true name is so powerful that few can call me by it. That’s why I had everybody call me Faust.”
…… I didn’t know.
In the original story, the Demon Lord was called Faust, and he called himself by that name, so I had no idea that it was a common name.
I was staring intently into crimson eyes.
I felt like I was being told to call his name.
“…… Lord, Ewaldt.”
As I called out, my scant remaining magical power was taken away.
My body swayed and I collapsed onto the Demon Lord’s body.
All strength left my body.
On the other hand, the Demon Lord slowly raised his body.
I was pulled onto the bed and for some reason, the Demon Lord hugged me close.
At a very close distance, my eyes meet with the Demon Lord’s.
Seeing me collapse, the Demon Lord smiled.
“I see.”
What did he mean by “I see”?
Before I could ask, the Demon Lord said.
“You are my destiny”
………… Destiny, what ……?
I wanted to ask that, but my consciousness was fading.
I must have lost too much of my magic.
Just as I was about to lose consciousness completely, I heard a voice.
“Saint, I have won.”
Before I could comprehend what he meant, I lost consciousness.
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