The Impersonating Daimaou Wants to be Hated (WN): Chapter 27

 

Chapter 27: Epilogue: Floria, The King of Light

"...These are the demands of Demon King-sama to the King of Light."

 The most important facility of the Kingdom of Light, the Palace of Light. The only people allowed to set foot in this place, which is also the residence of Floria-sama, are less than a hundred of Floria-sama's direct subjects.

 A long time ago, this ancient palace, which has sat here for far longer than the history of this country, still shines more beautifully than any other structure in the Kingdom of Light, despite its many years of age.

 This is not because of the mirror-like polished marble or the magnificent finishings on the walls, but because of the magic that has been cast over the entire palace.

 Magic. Yes, considering the number of years this palace has existed, it is no longer magic [art], but magic [law]. It is not a technique that disappears after use, but a law that will remain forever until it is overwritten by another law.

 It is a magic of eternal beauty that will never decay. The one who created this palace with such an impossible feat for human beings is the famous Founder.

 I am now in the audience room located deep within this important facility, which is large enough to accommodate more than a thousand people and is used by Floria-sama, who does not talk much about politics, when she meets with important people from the outside in secret.

 As if in inverse proportion to its spaciousness, there are very few things that decorate the audience room.

 First is the throne. Only Floria-sama, the Lord and King of Light, to whom I have devoted my allegiance, can sit on the throne made of transparent crystal. Behind the throne is a huge fountain with a constant flow of water. In the center of the artificial water, a statue of a man and a woman sitting back to back on a rock. Surrounding them are six statues of a man and a woman kneeling toward the two.

 The statues, made with the best of current magic techniques, are so elaborate that they look as if they could start moving at any moment, but surprisingly few people recognize the boyish-looking female knight as Floria-sama at first sight.

"Shall we hear your response then?"

 A slender man in a suit, adjusting the position of his glasses with his finger, smiled with a sense of superiority toward Floria-sama, who was sitting on the throne.

 I think it's an irreverent attitude in front of Floria-sama, but even if the other party is from the demon king's army, he is an official messenger. I cannot bypass the relationship that has continued to deteriorate in recent years, and I am ashamed to say that I am a Knight of Light and do not try to protect the honor of the Lord as my first priority.

 However, I should not lose my composure because of this. The man in the suit and the two men waiting behind him are quite high-ranking beastmen. I think I can beat them in a one-on-one fight, but their real strength lies in hunting in packs. They are not the kind of people you can let your guard down against.

 I moved to the front of the beastmen to at least hide the image of Floria-sama sitting on the throne from the condescending eyes of the beasts. Then I answer the messenger's question on behalf of Floria-sama.

“Do you really think we will accept such a request? Of all things, you would ask us to hand over the Daimaou's body. There is no way we can do such a thing."

"Even if the Demon King-sama herself comes to destroy this country if our demands are not met?"

"What!?"

 I can't believe my ears. The first time I saw the demon king's army, they had often made unreasonable demands, but this was the first time they had been so forceful. I had a bad feeling about this......

"Are you going to abolish the [no war treaty]? The other kings won't be silent about it."

 The Kingdom of Light has the sealed Daimaou, who was feared as the [Worst Calamity], and in order to protect that seal, there is a rule that no nation may wage war against the Kingdom of Light.

 If this is broken, it could turn all the kings and even nations on this continent against them.

“We have made the same request many times before and received the same response, but the Demon King-sama has reached her limit.”

"That is a very foolish decision."

"Is it really so? Is it not rather foolish of you?"

"……What do you mean?"

 We are foolish? It is hard to believe that these are the words of those who are about to throw themselves into an unwinnable battle and lose many lives in vain. When I asked him back, the beastman in the suit gave a sigh of disdain and then said.

“She was once in the glorious position of being a disciple of the Daimaou-sama, just like our king, but she used that position to cowardly deceive and seal him. She has been pretending to be the ruler of this continent for more than 300 years. Ahh. How horrifying! Rather than calling them foolish, I would say that they are shameless."

"......Messenger. I would ask you to be careful with your words. There is no other master for Floria-sama but the great founder."

 The fact is that this is the history of this country, no matter what the facts may be. It is not something I can just sit back and listen to because it is not official.

"Oops, that's right. I apologize for this. Our king also said so. She said that she is the only true disciple of the Daimaou-sama. That is why she called herself the Demon King instead of the King of Darkness, in order to separate herself from the other traitors."

 Satanalia, the King of Darkness, is the only one of the six disciples of the Founder who did not approve of the sealing of the Daimaou. According to Floria-sama, she used to be called the weakest king, but since the sealing of the Daimaou, she has rapidly increased her power, and the Demon King Army led by her is now the number one or two threat on this continent.

"So what's your response? I'm telling you, we're serious."

 This attitude doesn't look like a bluff. Do they really think they have a chance against all the kings?

"......I think that is not an easy decision to make. So I will give you our answer another day."

“Excuse me, Sharna-dono. I know that you are the most powerful Knight of Light, favored by the King of Light, but I would like to receive a response directly from the King of Light."

 I was more than just annoyed that I was interrupted, I was also miffed at the way he was forcing Floria-sama to act so nonchalantly.

"Floria-sama has heard everything. There's nothing wrong with that, is there?"

"Ha. The King of Light is such a coward that she can't even have a conversation without her subordinates."

 The stoutest man behind the suit-clad beastman at the head of the group said.

"……What's that?"

 The repeated irreverence of the messengers was becoming more than I could tolerate. I put my hand on the hilt of the holy sword at my waist.

“Well, well, that is rude. I am sorry. Many of our people have a lot of blood in their veins because of their race. Even the Demon King-sama often says that they are not suitable for messengers. I will give him a stern talking later, so please forgive him."

"......Do you expect me to forgive such an insult to my Lord with such words?"

"Sharna."

 The warmth in her voice made the anger in my heart fade away, and at the same time, I felt the urge to kneel right here. But as the only escort present, I could not allow that. Instead, I moved my body, which had been blocking the gazes of the beasts, to the side so that I would not disrupt Floria-sama.

 Floria-sama slowly rises from her throne. Her golden hair, wavy and reaching down to her waist. White eyes reminiscent of a full moon. The rich symbol of a woman pushing up her white dress, which is wide open at the bosom, gives the impression of a mother watching over her child, more than a woman's charm.

"Holy Mother of the Land of Light", "Radiant Lady", and "Exalted One". These are just a few of the titles used to describe the motherly and noble figure of Floria-sama at first sight.

 Even the bloodthirsty beastmen are overwhelmed by Floria-sama's beauty. Floria-sama smiled warmly at them, a smile that would make anyone feel at home, and slowly opened her mouth. Then said.

“Shut up and listen. What's the matter with you? Ah!?"

 Immediately after that, with a huge thud, the entire audience hall shook violently. While my vision was slightly shifting up and down due to the vibration, Floria-sama's figure disappeared in front of the throne and moved to the muscular beastman who had spoken out against Floria-sama.

 No, that is not right. Because the muscular beastman was nowhere to be seen, and all that was left was Floria-sama with her fists in the air. If you look closely, you can see blood stains on the floor.

 In front of the throne and under Floria-sama's feet, there are huge cracks spreading out like a spider's web. But there was only one time when the sound was heard and the audience hall shook. Even I, the Knight of Light, could not catch even a glimpse of Floria-sama's movement, which was just as fast as light.

 And the most amazing thing of all was that she stepped through the floor where the Founder-sama's magic was applied. No one who has learned magic would not know how great a feat that was. Or perhaps Floria-sama's current power has already surpassed that of the founder.......

 As I stood in awe of Floria-sama's power, the beastman beside the muscular beastman shouted out.

"Wha, y-youuu. What are you...... fugyaa!?"

 Should he have stopped, or did he not understand the situation well? The beastman who attacked Floria-sama was grabbed on his face with one hand and lifted up.

"Gah!? Gyaaaa!!"

 The beastman struggles. But no matter what he does, Floria-sama does not waver. She says with a gentle smile on her face, the same as when she first smiled at the beastmen.

"You really are a bunch of noisy dogs. What? Is it Satanalia's new harassment to send you and others? What is it? Ah!?"

"Gaaahh!?"

 Crack*. Crack*. Rip*.

 The pressure on the beastman's face was increasing rapidly, and the white long glove worn by Floria-sama gradually turned red from the tips of her fingers.

 The beastman in the suit shouted.

"S-stop. Such an outrage, Demon King-sama will never forgive you."

"Huh? Why do I have to ask for Satanalia's forgiveness?"

"Gaaahh!?"

 The screams of the beastman are desperate. I am sorry to say that he will probably not survive.

"Listen. Don't get me wrong, okay? The only reason I haven't crushed your Army is because we both studied with the Great One. Otherwise, I would have killed Satanalia myself a long time ago."

"......You are indeed strong. But Demon King-sama is not what she used to be."

"Maybe. So what?"

“Higyii!?”

 With a gruesome sound, the face of the beastman in Floria-sama's grip burst open. Blood splattered all over Floria-sama's pure white body, but she didn't care.

"What have you done."

“Ha. If you have a problem with me, come. I'll pull out your intestines and shove them in your mouth."

 No matter how much blood is spilled or how many times she is attacked, Floria-sama is always and forever smiling like the Holy Mother.

 Those who know her well call her by various awe-inspiring nicknames. The "mad dog of the founder," the "madman of fresh blood," "silence recommended," "do not make eye contact,". The beastmen, who are emissaries of the King of Darkness, must have heard about Floria-sama, but they were probably fooled by the Virgin-like atmosphere she wears. I feel a little sorry for them, but I can only let them think it is a reward for getting carried away.

"Tch, dresses are a pain in the ass."

 Floria-sama took off her bloodstained long gloves and tore off her reddish dress with her own hands. The bust is so firm and ample that it is unimaginable from the size of the breasts that are revealed. Her nipples are a fresh pink like a maiden, and if you look down, even I, which was of the same sex, am attracted by her golden pubic hair.

 Then, as she carelessly tossed away the dress, which was now nothing more than a piece of cloth, Floria-sama pointed at the last remaining beastman in a suit.

 As the beastman prepared himself for his turn, Floria-sama said.

"Chair."

"……What was that?"

"Like I said, chair, a chair. Hurry up and become a chair. Or should I kill you?"

"Why would I do such a thing? Please don't underestimate me. I would rather die than bend the knee to you."

"Ah, yes. Then you really want to die? Then there will be no one to tell that idiot Satanalia what happened here, is that okay with you?"

“Kuh... y-you coward."

 Pride or mission? The beastman in the suit showed a brief and intense conflict, but eventually, he seemed to take the mission, and when he got close to Floria-sama, he got down on all fours.

 Floria-sama sat down on top of him as if it were natural. I stood by Floria-sama's side and took out a hand towel to clean her bloodied body.

 The sweet fragrance wafting from Floria-sama and the soft touch of her hand almost triggered unwanted thoughts, but I used all the strength I had to keep my mind calm and not think about anything else.

"......Floria-sama, it's done."

"Thank you. Now, spread the word. The Kingdom of Light will enter into an all-out war with the Demon King's Army at this time. Gather the three families and the Knights of Light."

"I understand. However, Aquim Bonvoul, the Knight of Light, is currently away on another matter. It may be a job that has something to do with the Demon King's army, so may I give priority to the others?"

"Aquim? Ah, that."

 It gives a serious look that Floria-sama did not show even when she was slaughtering the beastmen.

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, I'm just curious. Recently, there was a slight change in the seal, so I've been busy checking over there, but I'd like to have a long talk with that guy next time. I don't mind if you give priority to your current work, so just set it up at the right time."

"Understood."

 She nodded and Floria-sama stood up from the beastman she was sitting on.

"Well then, I will kill anyone who tries to take away the Daimaou-sama from me. I am the Daimaou-sama's sword. I am the Daimaou-sama's shield. That is my pride. Even if the Daimaou-sama itself doesn't want that, I don't care. I will kill anyone who gets in my way."

 I gently remove my gaze from Floria-sama, who is saying things that I don't want her to say too loudly.

 It has been 300 years since the Daimaou was sealed. After overcoming the Fifty Years War, the continent has maintained a relatively peaceful era for more than 200 years, centering on the various kings, although there have been some minor skirmishes. My body trembled quietly at the possibility.