At my words, my father looked at the glass with interest.

  "It doesn’t seem like an ordinary glass? I don’t know what it is, but it looks interesting."

  As expected, his eyes were not ordinary.

  "You can look forward to it.” I got up with a smile.

  "Where are you going?"

  "Rather than going somewhere, isn’t it a bit painful to just sit and watch?" I asked.

  My father smiled happily and nodded. "That’s true. Do you have anything fun to do without disturbing the fight between those two?”


  "It’s nothing much. Rather than just sitting like this, I thought I’d do something like eradicating those cockroaches."

  With that, I took my magic wand out of my pocket space. The battle between my grandfather and great-grandfather was great, but rather than just chatting, it was more to my taste to screw over the Demon King worshipers. It seemed that my great-grandfather would stop if the Demon King was summoned anyways.

  "That sounds fun. What can I help you with?"

  It wasn’t the tone of asking if there was anything to help but more of telling me to give it.

  "The best would be to charge in, but it could interfere with them, so should we go in this direction?"

  Anyway, from when Hillis’s older sister was connected to the Demon King by the Holy Grail, the only way to stop the summoning of the Demon King was to break the altar.

  Contrary to expectations, the Demon King already had a body, and including that point in the calculation, there was not much time left before he was summoned.

  "More than anything, I think it would be more fun for the Demon King to be summoned.”


  I hummed a song. My father, looking at me with a puzzled face, laughed pleasantly.

  "Puhahaha! I guess you’ve already done something."

  "Yes. So we’ll have to keep our enemies busy before they notice. Please break the statue of the Demon King at the top of the church’s spire."

  Since ancient times, there has been no provocation better than destroying the symbol of a religion.

  "All right!"

  My father widened his legs and took a stance, then threw out a punch into the air.

  Kwaaaaaa-! Boom!

  There was a sound of air being torn and the roof of the church was completely destroyed.

  "Wow!"

  Although he was my father, he was also a monster to be able to destroy that from this long-distance with just an ordinary punch.

  "It would have been fine to just break the Demon King statue, but it seems we’ve probably provoked them.”


  The Demon King worshipers finally noticed this side and began to move. As if they had noticed it before, my grandfather and great-grandfather did not blink at my father’s punch and still focused on the battle. Well, it was natural for the two not to be distracted since they were competent enough to grasp at a glance how far the scope of the punch extended.

  "If you break the statue of the Demon King precisely, they won’t be able to recognize our location from over there. If you’re going to do it, it’s good to cleanly break it all."

  My father made sense.

  At that time, Hillis, whose hair became messy in the aftermath of my father’s punch, fixed her hair and was astonished.

  "But can you see all that in the distance? I have good eyesight, too, but I can only see it as a dot at best."

  "Right, I couldn’t see that well before, but now I can see it after overcoming the limit."

  My eyesight was not this good, but after overcoming the limit, my senses became more sensitive.

  "Ohhh, they’re coming like a pack of dogs."

  My father looked happy as if the fanatics running over were to help him get rid of his boredom.

  "That’s because if they held out a little longer, the Demon King would have been summoned, but now they’re being attacked. If it’s that many, I don’t think there’s going to be anyone running away through a secret passage."

  I pointed at the mountain on the right side of the church with my magic wand.

  "Lightning That Races Across The Sky."

  A large ray of light emanated from my magic wand and collapsed the mountain.

  "What’s that?"

  Hillis was surprised to see a large mountain collapsing.

  Come to think of it, this was the first time I used a great magic in front of Hillis.

  I shrugged, saying it was nothing much.

  "There was a secret passage over there, so I buried the whole thing."

  When eradicating bugs, blocking the exit is essential. This should prevent the core characters of the Demon King worshipping church from running away.

  "I knew you were strong, but it’s beyond my expectations."

  "Don’t mention it." I laughed it off playfully.

  "Ohh! Youngest, look! Wow, amazing things are coming out there!”


  As my father said, various chimeras and undeads, including giant golems, began to pop out of the church.

  Compared to the family members of the Demon King, they were like flies, but the numbers were no joke.

  "Crow of Death! Where do you think this is? How dare you!” Libra, the leader of the Demon King worshipers, led a black magician corps under his command and shouted.

  However, my father cleanly ignored him.

  "Wow, how could there be so many monsters in that small place?" my father asked curiously.

  "Are you ignoring me?!!" Libra was angry, but he was too weak to attract my father’s attention.

  From a magician’s point of view, it was not that amazing. I also casually ignored him and answered my father. "It’s normal space magic. Rather, there are things that seem to have been made by a great madosa here and there."

  In particular, the five bone dragons that flew high in the sky had the power equivalent to the Curse Specialist’s ‘Azhi Dahaka’. I heard that the Demon King worshiper who summoned the Demon King 120 years ago, was a great madosa, unlike Libra. Then it meant that those that popped out from there were the relics of the Demon King worshipping church from its prime.

  "There are definitely a lot of things that look good. Are you going to fight, too?”


  I shook my hand at my excited father. "Go ahead. I’ll just take care of the small fries and provide support, so have fun."

  "Ohh, I knew Youngest was such a good son."

  My excited father rushed in between the monsters. Seeing that, Hillis smiled as if she found something interesting.

  "So, why did you ditch your father?"

  I smiled playfully at Hillis’s question. As expected, she knew me well.

  "Listen carefully……"

  I explained my future plans after using soundproof magic in case my father hears me. Hillis looked at me dumbfounded.

  "Will that be possible?"

  "Of course!"

  I was not confident-

  o-

  The battle between Galak and Zendia became fiercer. When the former swung his fist wrapped in the superior aura, the latter used quick footwork to make dozens of illusions to avoid it.

  For afterimages caused by high speed, Zendia’s illusions moved and cut at the Galak.

  "Hahahaha! Is it the Spirit Sword’s ability?" Galak, who got careless thinking that it was an afterimage, laughed joyfully when his collar was cut.

  "It’s also my technique!"

  When the power of the Spirit Sword was added to Zendia’s afterimage, numerous clones swung their Spirit Swords with physical form from all sides. When his clones that formed a state where the sword and body became one attacked, Galak twisted his body in cold sweat and avoided the swords.

  "It’s fun!"

  Galak strongly kicked Zendia’s swords, which were attacking from all sides.

  Bang!

  At Galak’s kick, the ground rose like a tsunami and attacked Zendia’s clones. The clones all at once cut down the waves of dirt piles with aura blades. While the view was blocked by a pile of dirt, Galak moved to a blindspot to take care of the clones.

  "Tch!"

  Zendia clicked his tongue and stabbed the Spirit Sword at Galak’s forehead. Galak pulled back his body to avoid it while rotating his body and kicking with his heel aiming at Zendia’s temple.

  Rather, Zendia moved forward, grabbed Galak’s knee in his armpit, and turned the Spirit Sword upside down, and stabbed down at his heart. With his knee caught, Galak stretched both hands over his head, grabbed the ground, and did a backflip.

  Zendia, who almost got slammed into the ground, released the hold with his armpit, spun in the air, and landed. The two, who took their posture again, rushed towards each other without hesitation. Zendia’s power itself was weaker from not having fully recovered since the last battle, but each sword was sharper. Whenever a sword and a fist hit each other, it felt as if he was growing.

  "Are all the blocked experiences being embodied?"

  "Who knows!"

  Zendia has been stagnant. Faced with limits, all he could do was constantly hone himself to not regress in a stagnant place. Decades after having faced the limits, the experiences that had been honed and polished began to be used as nourishment to bloom. Sometimes he hit hard, sometimes he stabbed so fast that his eyes couldn’t keep up, and sometimes he swung the sword in disarray.

  Galak couldn’t hold back his laughter at the ever-changing swordsmanship. "Kuhahaha! It’s fun!"

  "Ahahaha! I feel the same!”


  The two clashed their swords and fists in a trance. There was a lot of blood spilled and bruises, but the two swung their sword and fists regardless.

  "Enlightenment! Breaking the Earth!”


  "Enlightenment! Cutting the Clouds!"

  Again, the fierce strong auras of Galak and Zendia clashed, and the clashing strong auras caused a huge explosion and devastated the surroundings. The two withdrew significantly along with the gust of wind in the aftermath of the explosion.

  “Ughh……!"

  Galak’s right fist, which competed against the Spirit Sword wrapped in a strong aura, was covered with blood and had become tattered.

  "You’ve gotten stronger."

  "Ook! Tweh! I still have a long way to go!"

  Zendia vomited blood after suffering internal injuries from the power struggle just now. However, he felt energetic and refreshed. His head became clear without any hesitation.

  Galak smiled brightly at his son’s sharpening momentum. "Congratulations! You’ve surpassed the limits. I have no regrets now."

  Zendia frowned. "What do you mean?"

  Galak laughed pleasantly. "Hahahaha! It’s my win by default since we’ve gone over time!"

  At the same time as when Galak shouted, black mana began to crash out from the altar.

  "Ah……!"

  Zendia forgot about the time limit because he was too immersed in the fight. Galak recovered his body by even using his life span.

  "Come here! Phantom Sword!" Galak called his own favorite sword for the first time in 120 years.

  The Phantom Sword that had been sleeping in Talaria’s pocket space, cut through space and returned to Galak’s hand.

  "I missed you!"

  Galak vigorously moved towards the altar-

  o-

  Black mana erupted like a storm from the altar. Not only was my whole body numb from the huge black mana, but I was also having cold sweat. My father, who had hoped to fight the Demon King, also looked serious.

  "Hmm, this is unexpected."

  My father, having just smashed the bone dragon’s skull, smiled bitterly, wondering if he should have destroyed the altar. Sure enough, the power of the Demon King that Hillis’s older sister dealt with was only the tip of the iceberg.

  "Hahahaha! Our God! Come to this land and lead us!" Libra, who was desperate to stop my father just moments ago, burst into laughter and shouted.

  "I don’t even remember the last fight when I had to risk my life, but it’ll be a fun fight!"

  My father sincerely emitted a martial aura and killing intent, wrapped a strong aura around his fist, and went towards the altar.

  "Enlightenment!"

  "Wait a minute."

  "Why?" my father asked curiously.

  I smiled slightly and pointed to the altar. "Look carefully."

  On the altar, Libra took off his mask and walked up toward the summoned Demon King with a joyful look.

  "Ohhhh, our God!"

  "God!"

  Not only the fanatics but also the chimera and undead bowed towards the altar.

  On the altar stood a woman believed to be the Demon King.

  Libra was thrilled and approached the Demon King with his arms open. "In order to bring you back, I……Cough!" He fell down vomiting blood because his heart was pierced by the magic of the Demon King.

  The fanatics suddenly began to buzz when their God killed their leader.

  "Silly things, nothing changes even after a long time." The Demon King wielded huge black mana and attacked the worshipers, undead, and chimeras.

  "Youngest, what’s this?!"

  "What do you mean? It’s the mess I made."

  Is there any better betrayal than being wiped out by the being they worked so hard to summon? It was something that I made, but it was truly spectacular.