The Demon Prince goes to the Academy - Chapter 699

Chapter 699

Epilogue – End of the World

After the New Empire declared a law recognizing the ownership of land by farmers who reclaimed land in ruins, groups of pioneers leaving the city appeared.

There is still a lot of empty land, and on the uncultivated land, the wild grass sways in the wind and growing crops carefully raise their heads in such a small farm village.

A small town where people in the countryside have a chance to visit the city, but there is no reason for people in the city to visit.

the southernmost tip of the continent.

It is a small and medium-sized city that belongs to the safe zone, but is not a strategic point or a base city, so it is far from the eyes of the empire.

Imperial Territory Leanda.

Small villages where villagers make a living by consuming the crops they grow and sell the surplus crops to Leanda have also sprung up after the war.

There was a strange guest in a small, nameless rural village on the outskirts of Leanda.

A man more like a tramp than a guest.

Such a man had been staying in an abandoned barn that had been empty for quite some time since the death of the cow he had been raising with him in the village.

A man, dead and motionless, with his back against the wall of the barn next to the rotting straw.

-mister!

There was a girl running towards him with her long, lush brown hair waving.

“… … .”

The man raises his head and watches the running girl as if a slow dying giant tree is moving.

The girl who came running after a month gave the man what she was holding in her hand.

“You haven’t eaten, have you?”

“… … .”

“eat this. Mom will bring it to you.”

In the girl’s hands were three frozen steamed potatoes.

Did your mother tell you to bring it?

It must have been a lie.

There’s no such thing as a town that likes strangers outcasts.

The man stares blankly at the girl, takes one of the potatoes, and puts it in his mouth.

“I brought you water here too.”

A mouthful of potatoes.

A sip of water.

The man performs the movements separately, slowly, slowly, as if performing a ritual.

The girl watches as the man eats the potatoes and drinks the water as if in amazement.

A man wearing a cloak close to a hood.

He was eating potatoes with only his left hand and drinking water with only his left hand.

The empty right shoulder of a man covered by a shabby cloak speaks for itself.

The man had no right arm.

* * *

The girl patiently waited for the man to eat the three potatoes little by little.

“thanks.”

The girl who received the empty water bottle with a short thank you smiled widely.

Those who come and go with farm tools from afar click their tongues as they watch the man in the barn and the girl talking in front of him.

– Tsk. Won’t listen even if I talk like that.

-Shouldn’t you tell Sandy’s mom a little tighter?

-Are you going to listen to what he says?

-Yes, but… … .

The murmurs of the townsfolk reached not only the man’s ears, but also the girl’s ears.

“don’t mind. Adults do that because they are afraid of people they don’t know.”

“… … I guess so.”

The man responded to the words of a more mature girl than an adult.

The vague fear of adults is natural.

An unidentified vagabond lost in a certain street.

It was Sandy who found the tramp, shouted loudly, called the adults, and brought him to town.

One-armed bum.

Despite all the questions from the villagers, he doesn’t say anything about himself.

His movements were sluggish, as if he were dying, no, he was already dead, and his eyes were barely focused.

Everywhere you look, it seems that you are suffering from an ominous or terrible disease.

So it’s strange that Sandy comes close to such an ominous tramp.

It wasn’t such a desolate town, so they didn’t drive them out openly, but no one wanted to get close to the vagabond.

After waking up at Sandy’s house, at Sandy’s mother’s polite request to leave, the tramp sat there all day without saying a word, occupying an abandoned barn in the village.

After that, I secretly ate potatoes, sweet potatoes, or pieces of bread that Sandy brought.

Are you thinking of sitting down like this?

The villagers threw that gaze whenever they saw the vagabond sitting idly in the corner of the barn.

The man barely moved all day.

No one came except for Sandy, so people who came and went wondered if the man had just died.

It is also true that Sandy is an outlier.

The other children in the village didn’t even come close to the sinister tramp.

Or a man-eating demon.

Or the ghost itself.

There was a lot of speculation about the vagabond among the children.

Even when the children objected and the adults scolded her, Sandy took care of the bum.

It took about two weeks for the vagabond to occupy the village barn.

I want you to leave now.

The patience of the villagers is slowly reaching its limit.

Of course, Sandy has no interest in that.

It was because the vagabond, whom people suspected of being mute, at some point said even the smallest words to Sandy.

Sandy smiles at the silent bum after eating.

“You know what, uncle?”

“… … .”

“This barn smells like the old days when cattle were raised.”

“… … .”

“I don’t even raise cows, but they say it smells awful.”

Scattered hair and a beard that grows haphazardly.

Of course, there was no choice but to stink, and the barn where such a man was staying started to stink like when he raised cows in the past.

“I guess so.”

The man only responded to Sandy’s words like that.

It smells awful.

I see

At that simple question and answer, Sandy’s eyes widened.

“… … Did you mean to wash up?”

“… … .”

“Because there is a price in front of here.”

The man doesn’t answer everything Sandy says.

Sandy now knows something.

That the man’s ears were almost eaten.

So, when Sandy says something, she responds with a nod or a shake of her head, not knowing what she means.

It’s not just the ears.

Now you can see that most of the male senses are quite dull.

The villagers don’t know.

It’s not just the right arm.

The man’s lack of arms is too conspicuous, but his whole body is sick.

Sandy grabs the man’s arm.

Just because you can’t understand doesn’t mean the conversation won’t work.

“let’s go. I’ll wash you off.”

“… … .”

Sandy pulled hard, and the man rose slowly but slowly from his seat.

Sandy didn’t cause it by force, it happened out of necessity.

The man is suspicious, silent, and ominous.

In fact, if you watch closely for a long time, you will find that there is no one who listens as well as this man.

Sandy knows.

* * *

Sandy was originally a girl who was treated as an outcast even in the village.

He was a child who always went where he was told not to go and did what he was told not to do because he was told not to do it.

Even so, if you tell me that you must do something, you won’t do it again.

She was a girl like a tree frog.

Even the children in the village shudder when they hear the story of Sandy because they have been playing around with Sandy’s pranks and tricks since they were very young and got into trouble not once or twice.

So it couldn’t be helped that Sandy’s parents were practically giving up on her.

Still, isn’t it a bit risky this time?

Sandy started taking care of a tramp who could be dangerous this time, although I couldn’t give any specific reason why she was dangerous this time.

So, everyone tries to stop Sandy this time, but as always, Sandy tells them not to, so they take care of the tramp even harder.

Now he was even dragging the tramp to the stream to wash it.

The tramp was letting Sandy’s touch go without resistance, as if it were an object.

Wash your rough hair with a lot of soap and wash it, as well as wash your face and beard.

It looked like a little mother taking care of a big baby.

– Take off your clothes too.

-… … .

Even after seeing the man trying to take off his clothes, a villager stopped him saying that he was doing something big, and Sandy stopped messing around.

“No, you can’t wash a single thing yourself, so are you entrusting yourself to your child?”

Sandy is Sandy, but the village woman who scolded Sandy shouted, knowing that men also have problems.

“… … okay.”

But the tramp only said so.

“Because he seems like a bad boy.”

“Don’t do it, lady!”

In the end, due to Sandy’s exasperation, the village woman couldn’t say anything bitter and had to go back.

next day.

Somehow Sandy could see the man who had washed his clothes clean.

* * *

Around the next morning.

The man could be seen leaning his back against the wall of the barn with all his clothes washed and dried, though still dirty.

“What did you do alone?”

“… … okay.”

At that short answer, Sandy smiles coyly.

Then, he strokes the man’s hair.

As if to give a compliment.

“It’s amazing, man, he even knows how to wash himself.”

“… … .”

“… … Are you kidding me?”

“… … .”

“I can’t tell if I can hear it or not.”

Sandy has no idea what the man is thinking.

Apparently, it didn’t smell as bad as before, probably because I had washed my clothes and body somewhere all night.

However, not only are the clothes worn and worn, but even just looking at them, the busty hair and carelessly grown beard are still the same.

What Sandy brought today was thinly baked bread.

“Don’t hate my mother too much. He’s just scared.”

“… … .”

“You know I’m bringing you something to eat, so you’re even doing your share?”

“… … I see.”

Even if I don’t like it and don’t like it.

Everyone has a heart that can’t be helped.

Of course, Sandy hates and fears unknown tramps.

It’s a pity to leave them to die of starvation.

I can’t stop my daughter’s crazy behavior, and I’m sure she won’t eat her portion and take it to the tramp.

In the end, Sandy’s mother reluctantly cooks enough food for Sandy to leave for the tramp.

The villagers also want the vagabond to disappear, but they do not want him to die within the village.

So even though I’m afraid of bums and hate Sandy’s behavior.

In the end, it’s bound to be unique.

I thought he was just a maniac with no countermeasures, but I get to know the side of Sandy who has such a nice and kind side.

And Sandy didn’t just bring bread.

Suddenly, Sandy pulls out a knife from her bosom.

“Put your chin out, uncle.”

Sandy’s eyes widen as she brandishes the knife menacingly.

“… … .”

“I’ll shave off your ugly beard.”

Of course, the man was looking at Sandy with cloudy eyes, neither frightened nor embarrassed.

“Since I’ve seen Dad do it often, maybe I’ll do well too?”

Sandy grabbed the tip of the man’s chin and held it up, but the man didn’t respond even when he put a knife around it.

-Square

“… … Is this correct?”

A girl who never shaves her beard shaves her head with a clumsy gesture.

The man just stood there blankly as if he didn’t care or he had no sense.

“oh… … . It seems to be something… … .”

Of course, shaving for the first time cannot be familiar, and it is not a knife for shaving.

So I had to be sloppy.

Sandy, who was touching the chin and nape of his neck to shave, almost touching the man’s face, soon noticed something strange.

“… … hmm?”

It was only then that I realized that there was something hidden behind the man’s neck that was invisible.

A ring in which small silver chains are connected.

In the center was a necklace with a crimson jewel embedded in it.

You could tell just by looking at it that it wasn’t just a jewel. It wasn’t just crimson, but the crimson was swirling like a whirlpool inside the jewel.

“mister… … . What is this… … ?”

The moment Sandy tried to reach for the necklace out of curiosity.

-widely!

“Wow!”

The man who had been dull like a turtle until now grabbed Sandy’s wrist roughly.

The man’s blurry eyes focused.

And stare straight into Sandy’s eyes.

“Don’t touch me.”

Sandy nodded blankly at the strong warning that was close to that command.

“Ugh… … . huh.”

Even Sandy, who would do more if she didn’t, couldn’t help but nodded at the pressure of the man’s words.

The man hides the necklace with the exposed crimson jewel under his clothes.

Sandy, in a bewildered mood, begins shaving the man’s beard, who has no words again.

Of course, it was still clumsy.

“Hey! What are you doing!”

“evil! It’s a surprise!”

Even the villager who was holding the knife to the man’s neck misunderstood it as a different meaning and shouted out in fright. Sandy mishandled the knife and cut the man’s cheek anyway.

“Uh huh? oh uncle sorry… … .”

“… … .”

“Madame! You were surprised!”

“Sandy! What are you doing dangerously! Can’t you stop?”

Even though his cheek was cut and started to bleed, the man just stared into space with cloudy eyes as if he didn’t feel anything.

In the end, Sandy had to go through the trouble of calling in an old woman from the village to sterilize the tramp’s cheeks and put a cotton cloth on them.

Even his overly sporadic and frizzy long hair was cut off with a knife and tidied up to some extent.

“hmm… … .”

Sandy stares at the roughly shaved and straightened man.

“… … Wasn’t it your brother, not your uncle?”

Strangely, Sandy stares at the man’s face.

But there is something even more strange.

A man who reacted sensitively even though he didn’t touch the necklace is calm even though he has a wound on his body.

what the heck is that necklace?

Sandy couldn’t help but be more curious.

A man who has nothing is wearing a necklace that looks mysterious and rare even at first glance.

“Mister, is that necklace a great treasure or something?”

At Sandy’s question, the man slowly moves his eyes and looks at Sandy.

“… … no.”

I don’t pretend I didn’t hear it at all.

“Absolutely not.”

The man leans his back against the wooden wall of the barn with his eyes closed.

“But more than anything in the world… … . It is an important thing.”

It was the longest answer Sandy had ever heard from a man.

the most important thing in the world.

But it’s not a treasure.

Sandy couldn’t understand what the man was saying.

It’s an important thing, but it can’t be a treasure?

If it’s not a treasure, why is it the most important thing in the world?

Sandy laughs bashfully.

with an evil smile.

“Why does someone like you have the most important thing in the world?”

How could a tramp who was dying on the street have such a thing?

Sandy, having cared for the tramp all this time, deserves such an evil joke.

At Sandy’s words, the man blankly looked up at the sky.

“… … I don’t know that either.”

Apparently, the man was smiling faintly.

He’s taking care of me, but he’s such a strange person.

Thinking so, Sandy carefully stroked the sad-looking man’s head.

* * *

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the day when it rained like

There was a terrible and gruesome fight that no one watched.

‘This kind of end must be suitable for such an old monster… … .’

The last monster whose heart was finally pierced by a golden spear was rather delighted.

‘To die from being pierced through the heart by the last relic that appeared in the only era in which all five relics appeared… … . What an undeserved ending… … .’

On the contrary, Ludwig was watching the last monster, rejoicing at being killed, with his eyes wide open.

while dying

The old monster broke his chest and pulled something out of it.

The old monster was laughing.

‘Boy… … .’

‘If you really want to be a hero… … .’

‘I’m going to have to take this…’ … .’

‘This will destroy the world if left alone… … .’

‘If you carry it, it will destroy only you.’

‘As long as you are not destroyed, the world will be peaceful as long as you endure.’

‘Saint of courage.’

‘A sacred object that is said to give strength to stand against anything.’

‘You’ll give me the strength to endure this.’

‘It will never give you the power to surpass it… … .’

‘Probably the whole life of carrying this… … .’

‘That’s the honor you should bear.’

‘It will be ruin.’

‘Does anyone know?’

‘Will you find a way to completely annihilate this… … .’

‘But that day probably won’t come.’

‘Owner of the last sanctuary.’

‘An apostle of courage.’

‘You won, but… … .’

‘Because you won, you will be burdened with eternal ruin… … .’

‘To carry the burden of sins committed by others that you did not commit for the rest of your life.’

‘That may be your destiny… … .’

‘And no one will remember you… … .’

‘How is this?’

‘Sadly happy.’

‘It’s glorious.’

‘Is it a miserable ending… … .’

The last monster melted into raindrops and disappeared with a satisfied laugh.

He had no choice but to take the crimson jewel left in the place where it died without knowing what it was.

The moment he grabbed it, the man felt it.

That it is your destiny to carry this for the rest of your life.

Although I won.

I knew there was a price to pay for victory.

all the way after that.

Every day was hell for a man.