Translator: Nox

60 - Marquis Maron

Episode 60

The thread-thin Magical Energy touched the arrowhead he was holding.

Cyril shuddered all over in fear. Then, he took a step back from me, looking utterly lost.

The Magical Energy that touched the arrowhead traveled up the arrow and bit the hand of Cyril, who was holding it. He screamed loudly and shook his hand. He threw the arrow to the ground and glared at me, clutching his wrist tightly with his other hand.

"Hayley!"

"Scary, isn't it?"

"What are you doing! I wondered how you had survived all this time, but you finally… became a minion of a Demon?!"

Whether I'm a minion of a Demon or their boss, what does it matter? I grinned and pointed to his fingertip.

"In the Contaminated Zone, The tainted lose their minds in a day and wander around as monsters."

"……!"

"Reikart spent three days in there and didn't turn into a monster, so he could be Purified without being too late, but let's see how long you last."

Cyril trembled, clutching his wrist. His eyes wandered, lost.

He might have had enough courage to stab my heart when he thought he was at the edge of a cliff, but now that the resurrected me was openly attacking him, he was at a loss and collapsed.

"Young master!"

His escort knights rushed over and surrounded Cyril. There was a lot of talk about immediately calling a priest or killing me to undo the curse.

I watched the scene with satisfaction.

"Just so you know, no one but me can Purify that."

Demon King, Cradle of Demons, Ruler of Magical Energy. Call me whatever you want. Magical Energy swirled around my body and rose like a tornado.

I didn't suppress it and showed it as it was.

Asta covered her mouth with one hand, and Maris protected Asta while watching me.

Reikart stood behind me as usual, protecting me. Cyril collapsed some distance away, screaming at me, calling me a Demon.

What do villains usually shout at times like this?

I need to show something amazing at the end. Isn't there a famous supervillain pose?

Ah, I remember.

I extinguished all the torches at once with the Magical Energy that had grown by eating the night. In the pitch-black darkness, I moved the Magical Energy to create something diligently.

While the panicked people were busy relighting the torches, the swirling Magical Energy returned to my body and moved obediently.

As time passed and everyone's eyes in this place became accustomed to the moonlight.

I succeeded in creating wings with Magical Energy.

Two pairs of wings made of jet-black Magical Energy. Beneath the long wing bones, a black curtain boasting a glossy sheen unfolded.

I couldn't fly like Ventus, but the visuals were amazing.