Why I Quit Being the Demon King Chapter 70

Why I Quit Being the Demon King

Chapter 16. The Growth of the Hero (5)

“Zeke.”

“Yes, Lord Kadanin.”

“You worked hard today. Go on back now. As I mentioned earlier, the kingdom’s army is currently conducting a covert operation here.”

“I am aware.”

Zeke glanced at Kadencha.

Kadencha was smiling; it was the sort of smile that teased, ‘See? I was right, wasn’t I?’

“Wishing you all good luck.”

Zeke bowed his head and turned to leave.

Outside the sewers, the ground above was already blanketed in darkness.

He clenched his fists tightly.

He vowed to himself that he would never pass on such treatment to his younger siblings, as he made his way to Deus’s store.

He opened the store late at night.

There were about three hours left until midnight.

Zeke seemed to think the short time was precious as he fanned the coals and placed skewers of half-cooked chicken on them.

“You’re here.”

“Yes.”

“Why do you look so glum?”

“I took quite a beating.”

“Is that right?”

“Yes.”

Zeke fanned the coals while stealing glances at Deus.

“But I think I’ve gotten a little stronger.”

“What did you say?”

“That. Thanks to you, Lord Deus, for finding me a swordsman instructor.”

“Are you talking about Skatul?”

“Yes. The butler is an excellent swordsman.”

“Well, good for you if he’s worth learning from.”

“I am always grateful.”

“Don’t be too grateful to me. You might regret it later.”

“I won’t.”

“Is that so?”

“Of course.”

Just then, an old woman, dragging her cane along, approached the front of the store.

“Zeke… What happened to my son… to Jayce?”

The old woman was holding a piece of paper in her hand.

There was a seal on the corner. It meant the document had been issued by the authorities.

“This arrived. It says that Jayce… that he is dead.”

Zeke’s head dropped helplessly.

“I’m so sorry.”

“Why… If you went, why is Jayce dead? Aren’t you a hero?”

“It’s my fault for being weak.”

The old woman shouted with bloodshot eyes.

“This is why third-rate heroes are good for nothing!”

“I’m sorry.”

The old woman turned away. She must have found it hard to endure without blaming someone.

Zeke kept his head down and quietly flipped the skewers.

As oil dripped onto the coals, smoke rose up.

After the old woman left, Deus spoke as if spitting out the words.

“If they’re done, give me a skewer.”

“They need a bit more time. How about some dried snacks instead?”

“Sounds good.”

Zeke poured some frothy barley liquor into a stone mug.

Deus grabbed the mug and conjured magic. White steam frosted the surface.

“Do you like your drink that cold?”

“Barley liquor must be cold. Want to try some?”

“What are you saying? I’m only fourteen.”

“Already fourteen. You’ll be an adult next year.”

“Well, that’s true, but…”

“Zeke.”

“Yes?”

“Why do you keep being a hero?”

“Why? Because I’m a Holibi.”

“That name can be discarded.”

The spiteful look from the old woman earlier lingered in both their memories.

“Being scorned for being F-rank. And when showing a bit of success, being suspected, even hated. There’s neither sustainable income nor honor nor glory.”

Zeke silently grilled the skewers, shaking off the oil and applying sauce.

“What do you really want to do?”

“To be a hero.”

“Because it’s your family’s dream?”

“I want… If there’s someone in trouble, I want to help them. If there’s someone in pain, I want to heal them. Isn’t that natural? Isn’t that what it means to be human? I just want to do that better.”

“Is that what being a hero means to you?”

“That’s what I think.”

Zeke placed a plate of perfectly grilled chicken skewers in front of Deus.

The parsley, soaked in chicken grease, whetted the appetite.

“Zeke.”

“Yes.”

“Someday when you become incredibly strong, fight me.”

“Me? How could I possibly challenge you, Lord Deus?”

“Understand?”

“Uh… yes.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t kill you.”

“Of course!”

I might be the one who dies.

Deus did not voice these thoughts.

The demon king always dies by the hands of the hero.

As if it were a rule of the world, for 666 centuries, that history had not been broken.

Deus awoke because he felt a presence sinking into the bed.

It was a naked woman.

But he was not surprised.

There were beings who made this⑴ kind of thing their profession.

Succubus Shantrina.

The Queen of Succubi and Whores and one of the seven Dukes of the demon world, the Duke of Lust, was her.

“It’s okay to embrace me.”

Shantrina whispered.

Within the confines of the bed, she became the first temptress in the world.

There would be no entity not swayed by that sticky voice.

Except someone like Deus who had been fooled several times before.

“What kind of trickery is this?”

“You must seek solace in your heart.”

“Not at all.”

“Don’t lie. Your lord’s heart…”

“I’m not lying one bit. Maybe this is the most honest I’ve been with someone in a hundred years.”

“A bashful shamebearer.”

“Could you leave me be?”

“Do you really not need solace in your heart?”

“Yeah. Not even a little bit.”

“That’s good then.”

Shantrina flipped her wrist. Suddenly there was a small card in her hand.

“This allows me to peacefully deliver the funeral invitation.”

Deus’s expression hardened.

The name of one person was held in Shantrina’s hand.

-Gyo-o Duke Alex, the sovereign of all Hermaphrodites and Whispers.

Deus grabbed Shantrina’s wrist roughly, and the card fell away.

“Do you still don’t need consolation in your heart?”

Shantrina smiled. Her seductive smile of a harlot made Deus sigh shortly.

In the demon world of Hille, seven dukes held power.

They had acclaimed a single demon king and served him as the king of them all.

Whoever inherits the blood of the demon king, whatever they may be called, takes the name of the Demiurge.

The 666th Demon King Demiurge.

This name was the formal ruler of this century’s Hille.

The problem was that this character, the demon king, had refused to work and fled.

The names of the seven dukes that ruled the demon world were derived from the seven deadly sins they were cursed with by the gods.

Pride, Sloth, Greed, Lust, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony.

The now-dead Glutton Duke Darosh and Gyo-o Duke Alex were named after gluttony and pride.

Darosh was king of creatures like humans and races with animal heads. He also bore a crocodile’s head.

Alex ruled over Hermaphrodites and Whispers, strange-looking goblins.

Succubus Shantrina oversaw succubi and incubi − all of the creatures that fed on the sexual desires of dreams and humans.

The owner of demons and evil spirits, Sloth Duke Seyton.

King of maggots and poisonous insects, Greed Duke Osiris.

Master of serpents and dragon serpents, the Naga, Envy Duke Vina.

King of flames and incense, Wrath Duke Ifrit.

These seven lords had now convened in the capital of the demon realm of Hille, Aidos.

A round table with seven chairs was set up.

However, two seats were already empty.

Although Darosh’s son had taken the place of the Glutton Duke, he had not yet qualified to attend these council meetings.

He was unable to do so without the official consent of the demon king.

“In the end, our lord only attended the funeral and left again.”

Envy Duke Vina, king of the Nagas with the upper body of a seductive woman and the lower body of a snake, sighed.

“He must have been pained.”

Seyton, a devil with horns on his forehead, shook his head and spoke.

“Alex was the lord’s wet nurse. He was a subordinate who dealt with all kinds of big and small matters f…



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