I Am a Heavenly King, So What?

To think there was someone among humans who practiced death attribute magic.
I’d thought the technology to achieve that was already destroyed in their realm.
Maybe I did something wasteful.
I could have finally had a companion to discuss death magic with.
I wanted to hold death magic talks.

In any case, I swiped Vazag’s belongings.
If I’m heading into humans’ town, I need to make prior preparations.
Stealing is not something which I value highly, but in this case it can’t be helped.
I am a demon after all.

“Let’s see… The tool bag has medicines and gold. I don’t remember how humans value gold though. I can’t even judge whether this is a high or low amount. Oh man, this is the worst. All that’s left seems to be the waist cloth. Oh…?”

My eyes land on the dragon tooth sword which Vazag held.
It’s quite a rough looking blade, but it has several enchantments on it.
This seems like it’ll sell nicely.

“Guuuu! So heavy!!”

When I tried putting the sword inside my homemade magic bag, I could barely lift it. Times like these remind me painfully that I’m level 1.

After managing to put the sword inside the bag, I breath a sigh of relief.

“This is not equipment for long travels. Was his residence nearby? Which reminds me, he mentioned something about a hero, didn’t he?”

Vazag’s body has an odor of death belonging to someone else as well.
That too of someone who died recently.

A demi-lich like me can tell since my nose can differentiate smells of the dead.

Regardless, I have no idea where Vazag lived.

“It can’t be helped.”

I used death attribute magic, [Death Note].

A black notebook appears on my palm, which I begin flipping over.
It’s magic which shows how a dead being spent their life from birth to death.
It could be called death attribute’s appraisal magic.

“As expected, it’s nearby.”

I close the notebook, and head towards Vazag’s residence.

*****

It was a cave which had an opening on a steep mountain surface.
I proceed through the dim cave.
I am a demon, I’m used to the darkness.

When I reach the back, there was a silver-haired girl in chains.
She wasn’t young enough to be called a loli, but still had a beautiful appearance.
However her white skin was covered in mud and blood, and the silver hair which stretched till her waist was dull.

Her blue eyes had no light.
She wasn’t dead yet, but mentally she looked as if she welcomed death.

The girl notices the arrival of a person and starts shaking her shoulders.
I’m sure she thinks Vazag’s home.

“Relax, I’m not Vazag. Are you… the companion of the hero or something? Or are you the girl from the village Vazag dragged here forcefully?”

“Hero…..?”

The girl who couldn’t move as if she was a puppet, reacts as soon as she heard “hero”. Then, she starts shedding tears from her blue eyes.

“Hero-sama… Most unfortunately, while trying to save me…”

In other words, this girl was caught by Vazag, and when the hero came to save her, they got slaughtered instead.

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On one hand, there are beings like Vazag who don’t care the slightest about the lives of their own family, while on the other, there are people like her who shed tears at the loss of a single life.
Humans seem to have a lot of varieties.

“Hey, you… Tell me something. Where is the hero’s corpse?”

Instead of telling me directly, she points with her eyes.
Even deeper inside the room, lied a single dead body.

So this is the hero… it seems like a sub-race, moreover it’s a woman.
From inside her crimson-colored hair, bushy ears popped out.
A large tail sprouted out of her butt.
She’s probably from the (Red Wolf) race.

After touching her, she seemed still warm.
I open the [Death Note] again.

“Hey, what’s the hero’s name?”

“Umm… it is Pafimia Primil, but what on earth are you doing?”

“Pafimia, Pafimia… Ah, here it is.”

“Died from one strike of the dragon tooth blade” is what’s written here.
About 1 hour back.
Just before he came out to attack me.
I see, Vazag mistook me as an ally of this hero, and thought I had come here to subjugate him along with her.

Well, I don’t really care.

Anyways, let’s add a little something to this history.

“Died from one strike of the dragon tooth blade, then gets revived.”

“Gahah!!”

Immediately after, hero Pafimia got revived.
Hero Revival.
The silver-haired girl’s eyes are about to pop out.

“No way… Impossible… That was [Dead Resuscitation Magic]… The magic which can’t be completed even if 100 high-ranking priests gather, was performed without an altar or any holy relics.”

Alter? Holy relics?
I wonder if humans would refuse to revive, if one refuses to have such pointless decorations.
By the way, didn’t humans ban research on revival technology for the dead till only a 1000 years ago?
For stupid reasons like ethics, or human rights.

That’s why they still haven’t discovered this technology, even though it’s ancient for us demons.

Even I had to revive a 1000 people everyday.
Unlike humans, demons have low fertility, so reviving dead soldiers was like normal work for us death attribute magic users.

It was tough because everyday they managed to die in the stupidest ways possible.
After large battles, I had to work overtime everyday, and got healed by Cerberus afterwards.
Thanks to that, I wasn’t even allowed to go to the battlefield and improve my martial arts.

By the way, [Death Note], on top of being able to read an individual’s life history, can also overwrite it and be used to revive them like so.
However this method can only be used if the person died within 3 days.
If it’s not revived by then, the physical body will meet have rotted by then.
Even if they’re revived then, they become living spirits without bodies.

“Thank you so much, Saint-sama!”

Was it because the hero got revived?
The silver-haired girl said so delightedly while in tears.
Her enthusiastic gaze is directed towards me, not just the hero who was revived.

To think, a day would come when someone would be grateful of my reviving magic.
I wish I could hear these words at least once from those three…*

“What is that saint thing you just called me?”

“Are you not a famous Saint-sama of the highest order?”

Huh? No, I’m a demon, and a former Heavenly King at that.

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