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I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake. Chapter 6

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I killed the Demon King. It was a mistake.

Chapter 6

Recently, the road to Homigraph has become quite boring.

I looked around to see if there was anything worth smashing, but nothing was in sight.

I found out the reason while drinking in a small town called ‘Near Home’ that I stopped by on the way.

“Are you the famous Bandit Slaughterer? How can your arms be so strong…”

Caesar brushed off the woman’s touch and said. “Bandit Slaughterer?”

“Yes. Red eyes, red hair. And an axe with a carriage. It’s exactly you, isn’t it?”

“Huh.”

Caesar (the main body) gained a reputation he couldn’t achieve in his lifetime while beating up bandits.

By the way, Bandit Slaughterer?

Isn’t that name too ill-fitting for a knight?

“How about it? I’m good at massages, so maybe once…”

“You keep scratching your body, don’t you have syphilis?”

“…Pardon?”

Caesar handed over a 10 del bill and said.

“I’ll let you off since I heard a good story. Take this and get lost.”

If you catch an STD here, there’s no hope.

Since potions can’t cure diseases, you have to go to a doctor or a magician, but there are hardly any doctors who can treat syphilis in this era.

Then you’d have to find an alchemist doing medical research, but if you’re unlucky, you might end up with all sorts of bizarre diseases after being subjected to various human experiments.

So it’s better to be careful from the start.

The woman took Caesar’s money and spat.

“You think you’re clean or something? What bad luck.”

Come on, if you’re going to grumble like that, why take the money?

Caesar took a sip of alcohol and looked around.

From children to petty thieves, there’s no one who doesn’t target the carriage.

That’s why he chose a corner pub where he could park the carriage in sight…

The taste of alcohol is terrible.

As he was about to stand up after pouring the alcohol on the floor…

“Hey, mister.”

A group of men approached Caesar.

Judging by how they were deliberately showing off the revolvers on their waists as they approached, it was clear they weren’t calling him for a good reason.

“What is it?”

“Why are you wasting alcohol by pouring it on the floor?”

“If you want to die, you should just say so. Why beat around the bush?”

Caesar placed his axe on his shoulder.

“I only kill those worth money. If you’re not worth anything, get lost.”

“Ha! Does this bastard want to die?!”

The guys all drew their knives.

There were 12 of them.

Except for the one showing off at the front, none seemed to have guns.

Well, now that we’re at war, weapon prices have skyrocketed.

It’s rather surprising how this guy even has a revolver.

“Have you guys been to the army?”

“What nonsense is that? Why would I go to the army?”

“Have you ever participated in the demon realm war?”

“…What the hell is this bastard talking about?”

“You infidel!” Caesar threw his axe and cracked the skull of the most swaggering one.

The guys were taken aback, not expecting the axe to be thrown suddenly.

If the ranged attacker doesn’t hide behind the tank and shows off in front, they should die first.

Caesar wasn’t a rookie to miss that opportunity.

The aura accumulated in his lower abdomen burned fiercely, instantly raising heat and adding strength to his entire body muscles.

Caesar plunged into the guys at once.

“Gak!”

Caesar grabbed the throat of the guy within reach and used him like a shield while swinging his axe.

“H-how can he be so strong?!”

“A-aura. He’s a knight!”

“Was he really a knight?! Why does a knight carry an axe?!”

Caesar threw his axe and planted it in the back of the head of a fleeing guy.

“Why? Is it strange for a knight to carry an axe?” Caesar slaughtered all the thugs like a demon.

It took about 2 minutes.

Caesar looked at the guy who had served well as a shield. “Hey. Why did you attack me in the first place?”

But there was no answer.

Because there were three knives stuck in the guy’s back.

“Stupid bastards.”

Caesar scanned the surroundings.

Except for the tavern owner, there was no one around.

Caesar searched the guys’ pockets, took out all their wallets, and threw them in front of the tavern owner.

“Use this to fix the damaged furniture.”

“…W-what have you done? You.”

“What?”

“Do you know who you just killed? He’s the son of the local sheriff!”

“Ah.” Caesar scratched his head. “Then you should have said something.”

“You killed him by throwing an axe before I could say anything!”

“Was that guy the one swaggering in front?” Caesar sighed and retrieved his axes. “Then what should I do?”

“Why are you asking me?!”

“Do you think they’ll let me go if I pay them?”

“In all my life, this is the first time I’ve heard someone talk about paying for their son’s life.”

Damn, this has become troublesome.

On the battlefield, everyone who showed malice towards me was an enemy, so I had no qualms about cracking their skulls.

But this is where people live.

It’s a complex society where those who can be killed and those who shouldn’t be killed coexist.

‘What should I do about this?’

What can I do?

Caesar decided to become a law-abiding citizen when he quit being a soldier.

If there’s a crime, one should be punished.

Of course, if there is a crime.

Caesar started to clean up the corpses.

***

Sheriff John rode his horse, rushing to the news that his good-for-nothing son had caused trouble again.

This time, he heard that his son had picked a fight with the recently famous ‘Bandit Slaughterer’.

‘When I get back, I’ll have to give him a good thrashing.’

However, as soon as John saw the Bandit Slaughterer who had neatly arranged the corpses of his son and friends on the floor, he had no choice but to draw his revolver.

“You bastaaard!”

“Sheriff! Please calm down!”

“Let go! Let go of me right now!”

The slaughterer stood up and said. “Nice to meet you, Sheriff. I’m Caesar Sylvatil.”

“How dare you, how daaaaare you, my my son!”

“I deeply regret how this turned out. But I want to inform you that your son and his friends threatened me with guns and knives, and I only fought in self-defense.”

John felt like he would only be satisfied if he could chew up and swallow the slaughterer right then and there.

But he had to pause at Caesar’s next words.

“However, as I understand your anger very well, I, Caesar Sylvatil, propose a duel to you.”

“Wh-what? A duel?”

“Yes. The ill fate between me and your son Billy was cut short by my axe. But I dare not measure the anger of a father who lost his son. So I’ll give you a chance to take revenge on me.”

Caesar took out a steel identification tag symbolizing a knight from his pocket and showed it.

“I have passed the knight qualification test and have lived as a knight without serving anyone. According to the holy doctrine of the merciful Goddess Dre, I have the right to challenge anyone to a duel and to accept duels from anyone.”

Caesar threw the tag to the sheriff.

“Will you duel with me?”

“…”

The expressions of the sheriff and the guards hardened.

Knight.

A combat weapon that anyone can challenge but not just anyone can become.

A human qualified to handle cold weapons using aura, and proof of a superhuman recognized by both the Empire and the Church.

Just the fact that they had recklessly attacked such a person could subject them to interrogation by the Church.

“If, if you had just revealed that you were a knight, my son would have backed off on his own. Why on earth…”

“If your son had revealed that he was your son, I would have shown mercy in my actions.”

“Couldn’t you, as a knight, have shown understanding first?!”

“I’ve encountered numerous bandits on my way up here from the demon realm border. The number of bandits who lost their lives by my hand exceeds several hundreds. From my perspective, your son looked no different from the bandits I’ve encountered.”

“My child is still young!”

“Look for yourself.”

Caesar pointed at the son’s corpse.

The son was a fully grown adult.

“Does he still look young to you?”

John finally broke down.

“Kuh…! Uwaaaaah!”

Caesar picked up the tag that John had dropped and put it in his pocket.

“I’ll take it that there will be no duel. And I’ll also consider that there is no ill fate between you and me.”

Caesar left Near Home, pulling his carriage.

***

Caesar sighed while chewing on a magic cigarette.

“I was careless.”

Until now, he had only encountered bandits, so even when he cracked their skulls, no one told Caesar he was wrong.

They even gave him money.

So for the same reason, he cracked the skull of someone who looked like a thug, but who would have thought he was the sheriff’s son.

If the sheriff had been a nobleman or from a prominent family in Sapientia, it wouldn’t have been resolved this easily.

‘From now on, I shouldn’t swing my axe inside cities.’

Even if he does swing it, he should distinguish between skulls that can be smashed and those that shouldn’t be.

End of today’s lesson.

***

A month had passed since Caesar crossed the border.

He had already eaten all the yellow magic herbs and nearly half of the blue magic herbs, making his herb pouch quite light.

In the distance, cement buildings not seen in the countryside were visible around three towering towers.

Of course, one shouldn’t imagine Korean buildings.

Except for the magic towers, there were no buildings exceeding 100m.

“That must be Homigraph.”

Homigraph is a city that anyone born as a mage would know.

A city of commerce and trade surrounding ‘Sapientia’, the city of mages.

If you compare it to Korea, Sapientia would be Seoul and Homigraph would be Gyeonggi-do.

The only difference would be the size, perhaps?

From what he had heard, Sapientia and Homigraph combined had a population of about 500,000.

As a result, the two cities were smaller in land area compared to Seoul and Gyeonggi-do.

However, in this era without penicillin and with proper sanitation systems being extremely rare, the fact that 500,000 people were gathered in one area could be considered remarkable.

‘At least now I’ll be able to wipe my ass with toilet paper and a bidet.’

Once he finds a mansion, he’ll install a bidet no matter what.

It’s so inconvenient to wipe without one that it makes him want to die of irritation.

‘When will we actually enter the city?’

“Hey! I came in first!”

“You think I didn’t see you cut in line?!”

“Look! This is the line, you bastard!”

“Who are you calling a bastard?!”

As befitting a city of commerce, numerous merchants’ carriages came and went, forming a long line stretching from the entrance of Homigraph.

It felt like watching a highway during a holiday, making one’s chest feel tight.

But that doesn’t mean he could cause a scene from the start.

Caesar drove his carriage calmly like a law-abiding citizen.

At that moment, the guards approached Caesar, bypassing others.

“Do you have something like an identification tag to show your status?”

Caesar took out his discharge papers and showed them.

The guards were startled as soon as they saw Caesar’s discharge papers.

“…We are grateful for Sir Caesar’s service. However…”

The guards glanced at Caesar’s carriage.

Where their gaze fell, there were heads of bandits skewered on sticks.

“Whose heads are those…”

“Ah, those are the heads of bandits I encountered on the way.”

Although there are rarely bandits who dare to attack Caesar, there are still some fearless fly-like fools.

Caesar had impaled their heads on top of his carriage.

“According to Homigraph’s laws, repulsive objects must be wrapped in cloth or put in boxes when brought in.”

“Hm? But this isn’t Homigraph, is it?”

“Pardon?”

“This is the road to Homigraph, not Homigraph itself, right? Or am I mistaken?”

“Ah… Yes. That’s right.”

“Then there’s no problem, is there?”

“That’s true, but… You’ll have to wrap them when you actually enter the city.”

“Then I’ll do it then. Hehe.”

The guards broke out in a sweat.

‘This guy is crazy.’

As the guards were contemplating whether to let Caesar in or not, someone who seemed to be their superior approached.

“What’s taking so long?”

“Well…”

The man’s expression hardened after seeing Caesar’s discharge papers.

“…We are grateful for Sir Caesar’s service.”

“It’s what any knight should do. What’s your name?”

“It’s Theo. Please call me Captain Theo of the checkpoint.”

“Ah, I see. Captain Theo. But what’s the matter that brings even you here?”

The surrounding merchants and coachmen frowned at the guards.

Theo patted the shoulder of a nearby guard and said,”This fellow’s name is Timmy, and he personally wanted to hear some stories about the demon realm. Could we perhaps move to a different spot and have a chat?”

“But I need to enter Homigraph today?”

“There’s a passage that only guards use. We can guide you through there. So…”

“No, no. Even if I’m a knight who participated in the demon realm war, I can’t accept such special treatment. Timmy, was it? If you want to hear about the demon realm war, sit next to me. At least I won’t be bored on the way. Hehe.”

The man’s eyes seemed to say, ‘Please, just follow without making a fuss!’

The checkpoint captain started to plead.

“Nobles sometimes use this road too. I’m worried that there might be unnecessary friction with nobles who don’t yet know about Sir Caesar’s great courage, so please come with us.”

“Huh… What’s so wrong about executing the heads of bandits who disturb the empire… In the demon realm, you know! When demon prisoners caused trouble, we’d cut off their heads and play soccer with them in front of the others! Ah, Captain, do you know? Orc heads roll the best because they’re round.”

“Is, is that so? Haha.”

Caesar scratched his cheek and said, “But since the checkpoint captain seems to be in a bit of trouble, I guess I have no choice. Where should I go?”

The checkpoint captain smiled broadly. “Please follow Timmy. He will guide you.”

“I’m absolutely not breaking any laws, you know?”

“Of course not!”

Caesar turned his carriage to follow the guard.

The checkpoint captain wiped his sweat and said,

“I wonder if I’ve just let a madman in.”

“…Indeed.”

The checkpoint captain brushed off a fly on his clothes and said, “But I’d like to hear that story about playing soccer with orc heads. I wonder where he’s staying tonight?”

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I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake.

I Killed the Demon King. It Was a Mistake.

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Status: Ongoing Type: Author: Released: 2024 Native Language: Korean
[Congratulations on seeing all the endings of the Valent Saga.] [From now on, you can select the hidden origin ‘Demon Race’.] I was transmigrated into a Demon after falling into the game world and a whole 3 years have passed. The nameless Allied Forces soldier, Mil of the Sky Knight Order, Barbarian Knight Barre. And the doppelganger and spy of the Demon King's army, Seo-han, are all me. But I... "Y- you, what the heck... Bam!" I ended up blowing off the Demon King's head. Huh? This isn't right.

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