Senhor Demônio, o Herói Arranjou Problema de Novo
"Para criar o mais nobre dos heróis, usamos uma alma pura vinda de outro mundo, um poder luminoso de crescimento infinito e a 'poção de determinação' do modelo lendário do Dragão!" "Dessa forma, surgiu um herói sem nenhuma fraqueza... Espere, você disse que na verdade usamos a 'poção do fracasso'?" "Não tem problema, qual herói começa sendo capturado logo de cara—" Ano 37 da Era Cur, linha fronteiriça sagrada. O mais forte herói da história humana, Mino Leike, foi capturado e levado ao castelo do Rei Demônio, onde sofreu interrogatórios cruéis. "Senhor Rei Demônio, conseguimos capturar o herói!!!" "Senhor Rei Demônio, o herói confessou de novo! Encontramos o ponto fraco fatal dos humanos!" "Senhor Rei Demônio, não sabemos por quê, mas a situação está cada vez mais desfavorável para nós..." "Senhor Rei Demônio, o exército humano está nos portões do castelo do Rei Demônio!!" "Que tal... pedirmos para o herói parar de confessar?"
Senhor Demônio, o Herói Arranjou Problema de Novo
“Guh, kill me!”
Battered and wounded, Mino Reck stood in the center of the arena. Anger smoldered beneath his resolute features as he clenched his teeth, glaring at the great demon before him.
But this was no ordinary demon.
“Hero Mino, ah... as expected from humanity’s most terrifying champion. So many of my poor, pitiful children have perished beneath your holy sword.”
A voice, as intoxicating as a rose’s fragrance, echoed from the depths of his heart, growing increasingly delighted. “But in the end, it was all worth it.”
“With you gone, the Kingdom of Courl will never again threaten His Majesty the Demon King.”
A twisted shadow congealed on the field, stepping forward as a bewitching figure shrouded in a rose-colored gown. The face above the floral dress was that of a delicate girl of seventeen or eighteen, but her eyes brimmed with a mature, demonic allure—soft pink irises glimmered with a smile as they gazed at him.
A wave of unwillingness washed through Mino’s heart.
She was the Demon King’s chief secretary, the Rose Shadow Demon, Craydina.
If not for the ceaseless seven days and nights of battle against demon soldiers and eight demon officers, draining the last drop of his sacred power, he should have been able to cleave down this most cunning and wicked shadow demon.
Hatred, frustration, and resentment flooded his chest, but as Mino straightened his proud spine, they finally settled into calm.
“Kill me, then...” Mino faced death unflinchingly. “Even if I die, the prince, the saintess, the high ponti
