Volume 3 Chapter 35 Demon Lord VS Demon Lord Child
I came to this deserted island to defeat the Demon Lord's child, Ruzzel.
At the top of the New Demon Lord Army, he commands the majin. Their ruler.
If this were back when I was just a court beast veterinarian, I would've been paralyzed by the sheer magic radiating from the man before me.
But now—things are different.
It's not because I've grown stronger.
It's because I now carry the lives of countless people on my back.
That pure desire—to protect them—gives me the courage to stand here.
"Let's go, Demon Lord!"
"Come at me, Demon Lord!"
Ruzzel's magic flares. In an instant, he vanishes.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Explosions erupt from every direction.
He's moving at extreme speed, circling me, trying to disrupt my senses.
"Dieeeeeeee!"
Smack!
"What—!?"
A kick aimed at my back.
But I catch it. One-handed.
"A king resorting to such cheap tricks?"
"Impossible! Do you have eyes in the back of your head!?"
"If you can read a person's magic, you can predict their attacks—no matter how well they think they've hidden them."
Magic ripples with emotion.
The moment someone gathers power to strike, their intent surges through the air like waves.
By feeling those waves, I can tell exactly where, and how strong, an attack will be.
"You... monster...!"
"Exactly."
I clench my free hand into a fist.
And swing.
"Urgh! It's like punching a damn tree—! Gahhh!"
My fist buries itself in Ruzzel's stomach.
His body crumples. He soars backward like a ragdoll.
"Guhhh!"
Face-first, he crashes to the ground. Motionless.
I step toward him, voice calm.
"Get up. That's not all you've got, is it?"
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