I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 136

I killed the Demon King. It was a mistake.

Chapter 136

Raven first met Barre around the time one year had passed since the demon realm war broke out. Humans had barely penetrated the demon realm’s entrance. In fact, it was so embarrassing that succubi and vampires frequently launched surprise attacks, causing rear units to be frequently decimated. The demon realm was much rougher and more unfamiliar to humans, more accustomed to rejection than acceptance. This naturally began to place a huge burden on the hero party that had always been at the forefront.

-Yan can no longer take the vanguard.

Although Yan was the strongest knight in the imperial kingdom, facing vampire knights who had lived over 100 years was extremely challenging. Vampire knights were mentally ill individuals who considered slaughter an ‘art’, and their swordsmanship was as deep as the years they had lived, exhaling a thick scent of blood. Especially among vampire knights, there was a unique group called ‘Moon Knights’, all of whom were ‘Sword Masters’ like Yan.

When the Moon Knights appeared, Raven had to use a One Man Supporting Magic on Yan just to break through the encirclement. Moreover, vampire knights could quickly heal even when injured by drinking blood, so Yan’s body was becoming completely exhausted, accumulating fatigue. Even when healing with potions, his limbs trembled increasingly, and once he even lost sight for half a day.

– We need a sturdy guy who can withstand vampire attacks.

Two weeks later, Mitchell brought the large, sturdy Barre. Barre’s first impression was that of a jovial giant. Someone who laughed well, ate well, and ran well. At that time, Raven and Barre were not close. For the rational Raven, dealing with a fool was unbearable. However, this foolish giant’s power was extraordinary.

– Uriaaaaaaaah!

The moment he received Raven’s One Man Supporting Magic, he recklessly charged and broke through the vampire knights’ encirclement, relying solely on his robust physique. Even when pierced by vampires’ hard and sharp blood swords, he was only scratched, and no attack worked. The Moon Knights’ sword strength couldn’t even cut Barre’s tough tendons. Barre stood at the vanguard, trusting only his strong body, and swept the vampires into the ‘wilderness’. A feat no cavalry unit had accomplished.

Exploiting that gap, Yan, Mitchell, and the Red Wing and Dawn Knights processed the vampire knights one by one and could occupy that hellish ‘Bat Ground’. However, Barre, who had built such great achievements, had a very serious problem: he would get overly excited when seeing blood and was too easily lured into enemy traps. Once, this fool disappeared after falling into a trap while chasing fleeing vampires.

– What a pity. He was really a useful shield.

Mitchell’s reaction was surprisingly calm.

– Barre can’t be dead. Let’s search for him quickly.

Yan tried to find Barre. But after almost three months of searching, both Raven and Yan accepted that Barre was dead. Ironically, when everyone had given up, Barre surprisingly returned with an even stronger body.

– Where the hell were you!

– I got lost! But I ate lots of good things for my body!

His barbaric answer left Yan, Mitchell, and Raven speechless. After that, Barre changed. From someone who laughed, ate, and ran well, he became subtly delicate, emotional, and capable of speaking wisely. Although others often ignored him, Raven knew that Barre had undergone a massive change during those three missing months. If asked which Barre he preferred, Raven would say the changed Barre was much better. Perhaps that’s why Raven has been pretending not to know until now. Or maybe she didn’t even want to think about it.

Because Barre actually…

“We’ve arrived.”

Raven opened her eyes. Below her were countless Orc groups. And in the middle of a well-trimmed lawn, like a weed jutting out, was a Twin-Headed Ogre. The right head pointed at the white horse as soon as it saw it.

“White horse!”

The creature picked up a spear stuck around it. Caesar held Thunder in his right hand and tied Lefty weapon to his lower back.

“Raven.”

“Ten minutes is enough. I can create a supporting magic within that time…”

“No. That’s not what I mean.”

Caesar looked at Raven and said:

“I’m sorry I couldn’t tell you everything. I wanted to say those words.”

In a way, these could be his last words. For someone advancing towards a battlefield where he could die at any moment, his words were incredibly emotional. Raven couldn’t choose a response. Caesar jumped off Whitey without waiting for Raven’s answer. Simultaneously, the Ogre’s right hand swelled and threw a spear.

“Uriaaaaaaaah!”

Caesar immediately used Berserker double stacks. His body swelled and heated up. Then he struck down the spear.

With a thunderous sound, the white horse was pushed back. Raven, gripping the saddle tightly, watched Caesar strike down the spear. His posture, arm angle, and battle cry were exactly the same as Barre’s.

“…What are you exactly?”

Raven stared blankly at Caesar fighting. Caesar fiercely entered the enemy’s center alone. Even someone like Yan would typically feel tense when surrounded by enemies, but Caesar showed no such signs. He seemed more free when trapped by enemies, as if he had experienced such situations many times.

“Graaaaaaah!”

Caesar let out a resounding roar. The sound was so loud it overwhelmed the footsteps and screams of Orcs and Trolls. The Orcs and Trolls pursuing the retreating 67th regiment turned back upon hearing it.

Only then did Raven understand how to create a One Man Supporting Magic for Caesar. The core of the magic involves overall physical ability enhancement and reducing associated discomfort.

When creating magic for Barre, she focused on increasing the durability of his extraordinarily strong physique. For Mitchell, she concentrated on making his senses more sensitive to enhance his incredible reflexes and quick swordsmanship. For Yan, who was a perfect hexagonal knight with no apparent weaknesses, she focused on blocking various debuff magics and mental interruptions.

What about Caesar now?

Caesar’s combat style was similar to Barre’s. But without Barre’s burden of protecting someone, he was freer than anyone else. When Caesar lifted Lefty from his waist, he became even more uninhibited. Like flapping wings, he created a blood mist on the battlefield and tore through enemy lines at will.

“Advance towards the holy battle, great and brave warrior!”

“Uriaaaaaaah!”

Orcs, Trolls, and Goblins rushed towards Caesar like moths to a flame to complete a sacred death. Green Skins consider dying to a brave enemy an honor. Caesar, massacring opponents in the midst of an army of over 80,000, would appear like an angel descended from heaven to them.

“The most courageous warrior in the world!”

Even the clever Twin-Headed Ogre capable of deception charged with two spears, blood boiling from Caesar’s bloody battle.

Caesar’s body was already soaked in blood. His red hair was drenched in dark blood, and just looking at him seemed to emit a blood aura. Caesar first clashed weapons with the Ogre.

Caesar struck with all his might but was pushed back. He lacked strength. The Ogre pursued, spitting saliva. Nevertheless, Caesar didn’t panic. Knowing how to handle an opponent stronger and faster, he minimized bodily burden, deflecting attacks while simultaneously cutting through Orc groups.

Only then did Raven begin combining the magic. Raven’s magic differs from other wizards. The perfect magic form she pursues is the ‘Dragon’s Language Magic’ – more intuitive than rational, more intangible than tangible, closer to a command than magic. A magic that projects Raven’s precise and sharp ‘will’ into magic itself, a unique magic only Raven, extremely sensitive to magic, could use.

Raven began erasing the image of ‘Barre’ she saw in Caesar. Not the giant who protected Raven with reliability, kindness, courage, and decisiveness, but someone who feels freedom when existing alone in enemy lines rather than with allies…

The Shape of Wind.

Always overflowing to Barre, unnecessary.

Overwhelming power.

Last, not kneeling in any situation whatsoever…

Strong skeleton.

Caesar’s strengths and weaknesses gathered in magic, being engraved and intertwined, and a single magic began to be created.

‘This is strange…….’

The more Raven erased Barre from Caesar’s appearance, the more Barre came to mind.

Freedom, overwhelming power, and a strong skeleton.

All of that resembled and symbolized Barre.

What direction is Caesar pursuing?

What is Caesar training for and hardening himself for?

Caesar had said nothing, so it was unknown, but Raven knew a little.

What Caesar wants is freedom.

And that was exactly what Barre had sought.

Therefore, Raven had no choice but to name the magic she created this way.

Barre.

Raven opened her eyes.

Her wand danced, drawing a brilliant green magic circle.

A deep and vivid green fell on Caesar’s body.

Whenever the red hair fluttered in the wind, it seemed like a luxuriously blooming rose garden was dancing.

Eventually, Caesar’s double axe and the Ogre’s double spear collided.

Kwaaaaaaa!

With a sound that twisted heaven and earth, the Orcs swarm that had been rushing like ants flew in all directions.

Caesar and the Ogre’s heads met eyes at close range.

The right head, spitting saliva, drew air from deep in the lungs and asked:

“Warrior! What is your name!”

Caesar took one step closer to the Ogre.

The Ogre’s spear, enhanced with ‘spear energy’, curved and screamed.

“Caesar El Lindger!”

The right head headbutted towards Caesar.

Caesar accepted it as it was.

Thud!

With a sound of the ground being crushed, the ground cracked like a spider web.

“Caesar El Lindger!”

The Ogre laughed with a voice filled with joy.

“I finally found my name. I will kill you and become Caesar! And my brother will become El Lindger!”

The horn attached to the right head emitted a dangerous purple color.

And as the right and left heads split apart, a huge mouth was revealed.

A long and sharp tongue that came out of that mouth flew towards Caesar.

***

The Right One does not know from when he started living with the Left One.

And he did not remember why he was holding a bone with soft flesh attached to his hand.

“My name…… What was my name? Do you know? Brother?”

“I don’t remember either.”

The Left One said while looking at the Right One.

“The important thing is that we are their kings.”

The Right One looked at the Orc swarm bowing to him.

“…King. Yes, Demon King…”

The Right One remembered why he was tearing flesh.

The Right One certainly wanted to become a Demon King.

The reason the Right One breathed was to become a Demon King,

And the reason the Right One walked was to become a Demon King.

But there was always something lacking in the Right One’s heart.

“But my name…… I can’t remember my name. Why?”

“Is that important?”

“I can’t not have a name. My name is precious. Only then can I enter the Heavenly City when I die, they said.”

The Right One stood up, leaving the bone.

“I want to go to the Heavenly City. To do that, I must remember the name my mother gave me. What that name is.”

The Right One stared blankly at the Orc swarm.

“Could our mother be among them?”

“I don’t know.”

The Left One said while looking at the Right One.

“Then let’s do this. Let’s share the name of the most courageous and strongest warrior in the world.”

“Can we go to the Heavenly City that way?”

The Left One smiled.

“Having stolen the name of the strongest warrior in the world, how can we not enter the Heavenly City?”

The Right One liked the Left One’s words.

The Right One picked up a spear that had fallen nearby.

“Then let’s go. To steal the name of the strongest warrior in the world.”

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