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Vol. 1 - Chapter 3.3: The Threat Of The Demon Lord\'s Chief Advisor (3)

The round arena of the former kingdom of Leirune. Now an execution site.

In a special seat overlooking the execution, Nephira sat with an anguished expression on her face. She was rocking one leg up and down, restlessly.

(Ugh, why is Suzuki...!)

The thought of Suzuki being killed made her feel like crying. However, demons, and even more, the commander of the Thunder-Lance Charge, would not be allowed to weep. That\'s why Nephira endured desperately.

"NOOOOOO!!! HELP MEEEEEE!!"

Suddenly, the execution site was haunted by the voice of a thin, gaunt man. The Skeleton Soldier held him by the arm. It was the same man who had once informed them that Excella was scheming against the demons.

He got dragged, screaming, to the center of the execution stage. The Thunder-Lance Charge\'s fiends, seated in the bowl-shaped spectator seats, began to roar with excitement.

"Hya-ha-ha-ha! What is that! Such a pathetic human!"

"Ho-ho-ho! What a miserable face!"

"Ka-ka-ka! Kill hiiiimm!"

They were showing a glimpse of their demonic side, which they usually hid whenever they were in front of Nephira. They seemed excited to hear about the execution of a human.

"""Kill him, kill him, and kill him!!"""

Soon, a loud chanting chorus of fiends began. The voices of the six hundred Thunder-Lance members shook the arena. In the midst of it, Berserker, a muscular durama in an iron mask approached the man, wielding a huge saber.

"S----STOOOPP!!"

Berserker swung the saber down without hesitation, separating the man\'s right arm from his torso. Blood gushed out, and the man screamed even more. Seeing this, a snake-haired demoness laughed heartily.

Berserker then cut off the man\'s left arm. The man cried out, and the site of execution became filled with the laughter of demons.

"Just... kill... me... already please..."

The man, who previously cried out that he didn\'t want to die, now had his arms cut off and was begging for death with wild eyes.

Killing them after inflicting severe pain... That was the demon tribe\'s execution method. Nephira turned away from the man whose legs were about to be severed while he remained alive. Normally, she wouldn\'t care, but the thought that Suzuki would suffer the same fate made it difficult for her to watch the man\'s execution.

When the man was finally beheaded, the site erupted with excitement. However, a few meters away from Nephira, Serphiano, the chief advisor, was shouting in anger.

"What have you been doing all this ti------------me! Wasn\'t Suzuki the first one to be executed?! Uh-huh, oh-huh! We have to kill Suzuki as soon as possi------------ble!! Oeufuu, barf!"

Serphiano was screaming and spreading vomit all over the place. The chains that bound her inside the castle had been broken, but shackles had been used in their place, and Grant, the ogre accompanying her, was holding a noose extending from the chains.

"Grant! Take me to the place of execution right now!* Oggh*!"

"Ugha..."

Grant dragged Serphiano away. Serphiano, now looking like a slave to Grant\'s will, shouts as he steps onto the execution ground.

"Next! You are to execute Suzuki!! Come on, get Suzuki here, quickly! Oeufuu, barf, barf--!!"

Tsk. Nephira bit her lip. Pholus, the bird-headed demon, came to Nephira\'s side and spoke to her.

"Lady Nephira. Are you sure about this?"

"I--I have no choice! Serphiano\'s orders are the same as orders from the Demon Lord!"

"But... harming, such a lovable, adorable, cute human..."

"I know! But disobeying orders would be treason!! Not only me, but all 600 demons will be punished!! And that includes you, of course!!"

Blood dripped from her mouth due to biting her lip too hard.

"Lady Nephira..." Pholus hesitated but said nothing more.

The six hundred fiends were getting frustrated because the next round of executions did not begin. The goblin soldiers raised their voices.

"The next execution hasn\'t started yet!! Hurry up!!"

The death of one human seems to have added fuel to the fire. The demons at the execution site were excited. Demons and demonesses, beastmen, skeletons, and cyclops, all the gathered fiends revealed their true nature and shouted their desire for more brutal executions.

In the whirlpool of madness, a skeleton soldier brought a boy to the execution site.

"Hya-ha-ha-ha!! Kill him, kill him, kill him, kill... ah------------"

"Huh..."

"Wai..."

"Eh..."

The execution site went quiet as if their previous passion had been doused with cold water. The fiends sobered up and began to make strange noises.

"He--hey. Could that possibly be, Suzuki?"

"Unbelievable. Is that cute little human going to be executed now?"

"I--I can\'t watch it...!"

"It is too much! Stop, don\'t do it!"

The demons that had just been urging to kill, and kill, suddenly showed a somber look on their faces.

"Noo!!" The snake-haired demoness screamed and covered her face.

"You can\'t do this, no, no. It\'s not right... " A female demoness, whose mouth had been ripped open up to her ears, uttered while another with horns began to weep and wail.

"Ah! Sinister Evil God of the demon world! Please, have mercy on Suzuki!"

Some even knelt down and prayed to evil gods.

The execution site suddenly transformed into something similar to a funeral wake. However, the berserker with a saber approached Suzuki.

"Whoosh, whoosh!"

Even the ruthless Berserker was breathing heavily in front of Suzuki, who was hanging his head and waiting for his execution. The hand holding the saber seemed to be trembling somewhat.

However---

"That------------is------------right!! The neck of Suzuki... just like that, Ogh! Cut off the he------------ad! Abibaba! The ratio of the length of the circumference to the diameter of the circle is 3.1415926535897932... FUA, FUA..."

After loudly ordering the execution, Serphiano began to do some calculations as a distraction. The scene looked strange, but of course, Nephira was more concerned about something else.

(Suzuki!! They\'re going to kill my Suzuki!!)

Next to Serphiano, who was counting the circumference of a circle, stood Grant, the most powerful Ogre of the Demon Lord Army. A powerful demon that killed hundreds of demons during a civil war that once took place. His power truly embodied being a match for thousands. Therefore, he was guarding the chief advisor all by himself.? Even the seasoned Nephira could not know how the fight with Grant would turn out.

(But...!)

Nephira stood up with a brisk stride. In an imposing voice, she commanded the bird-headed demon, Pholus.

"Bring me my Thunder Spear Blitzberg!"