A Former Child Soldier Who Uses a Magic Sword Wants to Live with an Older Sister of a Former Enemy Executive - Chapter 110

• Chapter 110 : Isis essentially took leadership, while Sebek devoured flesh and blood on the battlefield.

The invasion of the Demon King’s army was regaining its momentum, albeit slowly.

As they accumulated victories against various nations, the hierarchy within the Demon King’s castle was undergoing a transformation.

[I’m baaaack! Your Majesty, your beloved subordinate, Isis the Wicked Fairy, has returned!] (Isis)

[……] (Demon King)

[Oh? Do my eyes deceive me? Are you ignoring me? So you are, I see. Not even a single word of appreciation for the subordinate who worked so hard for you, huh? Wow~… So that’s how it’s going to be…] (Isis)

[N-No, sorry. I was lost in thought… Isis, good job on your mission.] (Demon King)

[Ehehehehe. Yes, yes, that’s how you should act. Honestly, you’re such a dunce.] (Isis)

[Guh…] (Demon King)

Despite Isis’s attitude—one that could hardly be considered appropriate towards a superior, let alone the sovereign he served—the Demon King offered no rebuke.

It was safe to say that the unit led by Isis was now the most powerful in the Demon King’s army.

And above all, having brought the notoriously difficult-to-handle Sebek under his command, he had become even more full of himself than before.

As a result, even the veteran monsters could not defy Isis.

Most of the factions that had formed up until now had fallen under the umbrella of Isis’ faction.

The Demon King, who once wielded so much authority, had now become little more than a figurehead in name only.

While he still technically sat on the throne as the Demon King, none of the duties that a ruler would have ever came his way.

Isis made all the decisions as he pleased, leaving the Demon King with little more to do than give his approval, saying, “Understood,” or “I’ll leave it to you.”

[But I’ll say, our most recent victory in the war is all thanks to you, sire. You have my utmost gratitude for that, O Great Demon King~.] (Isis)

[You insolent little… How far do you intend to mock me?] (Demon King)

[Mock you? That’s a terrible accusation right there. My oh my, after I worked so hard for you, Demon King, this is the thanks I get? Maybe I should just quit this job altogether.] (Isis)

[W-What?!] (Demon King)

[Or maybe I’ll just take all my subordinates with me and start a new organization. Hmm, what should I do?] (Isis)

[W-Wait! I-I’m sorry! I was too hasty! …I appreciate… your efforts… So, keep up the good work.] (Demon King)

The Demon King clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, trying to suppress his anger.

Looking haggard, he no longer possessed his former dignity or power, and instead felt growing resentment and irritation at his situation — being manipulated by the wicked fairy, whose powers had only grown.

[Okie-dokie! I, Isis the Wicked Fairy, general of the Demon King’s Army, am ready to work with all my heart and soul to please you!] (Isis)

Isis saluted playfully, secretly delighting and growing excited at the Demon King’s predicament.

If one called it an overthrow, it might sound like there was some kind of conviction behind it, but there was none of that.

Under Isis’s thumb, the Demon King’s castle continued its disgraceful and vulgar dance.

A twisted, almost grotesque cheerfulness—something the castle had never known before—now drove the organization.

And the source of it all was none other than Isis the Wicked Fairy.

Ever since Satis left, he had been secretly gathering power for this very moment, waiting for an opportunity to overturn the power structure.

[Looking forward to working with you from now on, Your Majesty! Oh, and do you mind if I drop the formal speech from now on? It’s just too tiresome.] (Isis)

[…Very well.] (Demon King)

[Thanks so much! Man, you really wear your heart on your sleeve, Your Majesty. …Just keep doing as I say, alright? If you do, I’ll keep moving the troops in your favor.] (Isis)

The expression on Isis’ face as he put his arm around his shoulders in a familiar manner was that of a vulgar person, and was definitely far beyond what the Demon King’s patience could endure.

However, even then, the Demon King held back.

[That’s right… Keep suppressing that anger, okay? You look super cool right now, you know? Seriously, you’re overflowing with charisma. …Or maybe it just seems that way in comparison because all your decisions so far were shit?] (Isis)

[?????!] (Demon King)

[Oh, are you mad? Is it my fault? You’re blaming me when it’s your own decisions that put you in this position? …Sigh, this is why your generation gets angry so easily. How about you work on being a bit more cooperative? That’s why everyone’s lost patience with you, you know? I’m the only one willing to say this to your face. What are you going to do if I leave? You’ll be all alone, Demon King. Pfft, poor thing. Imagine a Demon King with nobody around him… Wait, would you even have a reason to live?] (Isis)

With Isis’s fearless attitude and the Demon King’s inability to respond, it was all too easy to imagine just how pitiful he was right now.

Glaring at Isis as he walked away, laughing heartily, the Demon King gritted his teeth.

Ever since Isis had taken full control, not a single ally had come to his side.

Clinging to past glory once things had reached their lowest point was a tendency even humans had.

To soothe his frustration, he had nothing but self-indulgent fantasies and nostalgic memories.

What he imagined was a dramatic comeback.

A vision of himself rising from failure back to glory, and exacting revenge on those who abandoned him.

[Die… Die… Die…! …Damn it.] (Demon King)

The more his past self was filled with joy, the more vivid his dreams of triumph became, and the more miserable his present self felt.

Though this made him feel like he had become a weakling, the Demon King could not stop himself.

In the empty throne room, his whispered curses, barely distinguishable from sobs, echoed faintly.

Sneering at the Demon King, Isis returned to his room and descended the stairs to the basement.

In a large space, young women were held captive, subjected to all manner of torture and abuse.

They were not only human but also female monsters, and he inflicted pain on them repeatedly, as he had once done to Satis.

[Mmm, such a lovely sight. Now, which one shall I choose today?] (Isis)

With a sinister grin, he licked his lips, indulging his twisted sexual desires in the darkness of this place.

Moans and screams mixed together, intensifying Isis’s sensual voltage.

[I can’t wait, Satis-neesan… The day I bring you here is coming soon, I’m sure.] (Isis)

Meanwhile, Sebek, who had been serving as a mere grunt, now enjoyed a privileged status within Isis’s faction, and was treated on the same level as the executives.

No one objected to this, and even those who had previously looked down on him as a human-demon hybrid now bowed down to him as their superior.

But Sebek had no interest in this sort of promotion, and simply spent his days spreading seas of blood on the battlefield.

The Demon King notwithstanding, morale gradually returned to what it once was.

The setting was the remote region of a country far from the capital of Ra-Horakhty, where Seto and his friends were.

Bolstered by momentum, the monsters attacked a town and brought down a fortress.

At the forefront was Sebek, whose overwhelming strength left the soldiers completely demoralized.

His magic sword, “Apophis”, seemed to have an insatiable thirst for blood, reaping life after life.

His astonishing swordsmanship and skill reduced even the strongest knight in the fortress to a headless torso within seconds of the duel beginning.

Sebek’s endless killing spree sharpened his skills, and he had become strong enough for him to be satisfied with it.

Yet, as if to declare that it still wasn’t enough, he continued to swing his magic sword.

[Sebek, this fortress has already fallen. We have won.] (Goburoku)

[Huh? It’s already over? What a letdown. All the enemies I’ve fought lately are just pathetic. None of them give me that thrill… That feeling I got when I met Setocchi, you know… That rush, that sensation of my heart pounding.] (Sebek)

[Yeah yeah, I know, so stop already.] (Goburoku)

As Sebek left the burning fortress with Goburoku behind him, he saw several birds flying in the red night.

Lowering his gaze, he looked out over the city filled with rubble, flames, and the stench of burning flesh.

Sebek watched coldly as the monsters wreaked havoc in ecstasy.

What he wanted was neither success nor honor.

What he craved was that fleeting sensation when facing a formidable opponent.

The rush of becoming stronger through combat, the fulfillment of his existence.

Sebek’s desires remained far from satisfied.

[I wonder if my magic sword can get stronger? If it did, I bet I’d enjoy things like never before.] (Sebek)

In that moment, his magic sword Apophis emitted an eerie glow and pulsed briefly.

As if it had been waiting for its master to say those words, the magic sword was about to move on to the next stage.

An unsettling change was about to occur with Sebek’s sword.

Triggered by none other than…

[Thank you for your service, Sebek-dono.] (???)

[What?! Who are you? When did you get here…?] (Goburoku)

[Don’t panic, Goburoku… So, who are you? Got some business with me?] (Sebek)

A woman suddenly appeared behind the two of them.

[Hehehe, I put that guy to sleep for now, so I just warped over here. Oh, don’t look so scared. I’m not your enemy. Actually, I came here to do you a favor.] (???)

[Hmm…] (Sebek)

Sebek faced the woman.

Dressed in jet-black with dark hair, she continued, her unsettling smile never fading.

[That magic sword you have… With my power, I can make it even stronger. What do you think?] (???)

[…You, what’s your name?] (Sebek)

[Sebek! Don’t waste your time with the likes of her. Rather, we should—] (Goburoku)

But Sebek interrupted, focusing on the words of the woman in front of him.

His instincts were picking up on something.

While she was undeniably dangerous, he sensed that she could be of use to him.

Seeing Sebek’s reaction, she smiled as if sealing a deal, and eagerly introduced herself.

[I am the sorceress who goes by the moniker “Nephthys of the Weeping Souls.”] (Nephthys)

[Oh, a sorceress?] (Sebek)

[Oh, don’t you know? Sorcery and magic swords are intrinsically linked.] (Nephthys)

[…Tell me more.] (Sebek)

Sebek and Nephthys.

An eerie tension filled the air between them as they met on that night of brutality.