The Simple Job of Only Perishing to the Hero

Book 10: Chapter 16

Weve finally returned, huh.

Having arrived in the room that felt nostalgic after having separated from it for a little while, Vermudol let out a short breath.

Suddenly hearing the breath of a sleeping person, he reflexively looked around.

Someone who would have the bold nerve to sleep in this room was either Raktor or Nino.

When he turned his gaze over there to see which one it was, he saw the figure of the Demon God slovenly stretched out on top of the sofa and sleeping.

Hey, Vermudol, what do we do with that. I, dont want to touch, such an un-understandable fellow.

Ill wake her up.

Although he felt a headache, when Vermudol lightly kicked the sofa, the Demon God made a cute Funyah voice and opened her eyes.

What the heck. Even though I got some precious sleep.

That isnt a place to sleep. To begin with, since when did you get here.

When you ask. Isnt obvious that I tampered with that shitty geezers Transfer Magic so that only I would be sent here. I have a hard time understanding why I have to watch an event where everyone was so sad and are now inspired, moved to tears, cheering and clapping.

I dont think he was really trying to get you to be deeply moved though.

Nope, its that geezer were talking about. It wouldnt be strange if he was also scheming to tell me about the wonderfulness of the humans that are living right now as if it were a bargain sale on the side of the road. Ive gotten tired of that sort of thing.

In response to the Demon God who smiled and said How stupid, Vermudol didnt say anything and sat down on the sofa on the other side of the table that was in between the two sofas.

What, isnt it fine if you just sit next to me? It wouldnt be bad for us to get along, sit shoulder-to-shoulder, and gaze at each other, right?

You and me? What kind of joke is that.

Hey, Vermudol. To begin with, is it true that this is the God of Magical Power?

When Ykslaas sat down next to Vermudol while saying that, the Demon God whistled with a *hyuu*.

Oi oi, are you aiming for Vermudol too? You sure are popular, arent you.

Ykslaas glanced at the Demon God, and shrugged her shoulders looking uninterested.

I just didnt want to be next to you, so please dont misunderstand.

I see, so its that tsundere thing. Vermudol, I think that sort of thing is a pain though.

Vermudol, I hate her.

Is that so.

After receiving Ykslaass protest with a few words, Vermudol silently gazed at the Demon God.

Looking at her like this, he couldnt feel the colossal magical power that could change the world. She could be categorized as strongbut on the same level as Ykslaas, would that be about right?

Wondering about my magical power? I just adjusted it to a level that wouldnt affect the world. Its because putting a damper on the tenacity you showed up until now isnt a part of my original intentions after all.

Is that so. To think you are able to adjust your own magical power

By nature, I am everywhere. My magical power is simply nothing more than the difference in its density.

Vermudol felt a bit of unease at those wordsbut thinking that it had no connection to the topic that he was trying to start right now, he brushed it off.

Well, its fine. There is something I want to ask you about.

What? Do you want to know the secrets of the world or something? Or is it about the worlds that are outside of this one? Ahh, maybe talk about worlds that exist simultaneously but dont overlap? Or maybe talk about pitiful worlds that repeat the same time for all of eternity?

That sort of stuff doesnt matter. It would be a waste of time to talk about things unrelated to me.

Is that so. Youre probably the only one that would declare something like that.

When the Demon God turned her face while saying that, Ykslaas, who was at the end of her gaze, turned her face away with a *fui*.

What I want to ask about, is the fellow called Wentas (Warped God).

Ahh, that, huh. What about it?

About, when will it break the seal and revive.

In response to Vermudols question, the Demon God said Dunno? and shrugged her shoulders.

Theres no way Id be interested in that sort of thing. But, its the truth that that thing is doing its best to break the seal.

As I thought.

Eh, what do you mean by that?

Vermudol breathed a sigh at Ykslaas who was expressing a question mark.

In other words, its like this. She went and said something that was a fact but wasnt an immediate crisis in a way that sounded as though it would happen at any moment at that place.

Ahh, I see.

Thinking back on the words the Demon God said at that place, it was a remark that said that the Wentas (Warped God) would revive soon.

However, it seemed that wasnt the case.

That sounds so disreputable. I think that it will definitely happen before long, you know?

Hmph, thats in the sense of mankind, right? Mankind will feel that things said with the sense of a God will be a lie, you know.

That depends on the Wentass (Warped Gods) tenacity. Well, I guess the seal will break if given a few years?

Hearing the Demon Gods answer, Vermudol nodded.

Is that so. Then thats fine.

Hey, thats not a bit fine at all, you know?

Hearing Ykslaass tsukkomi-like words, the two of them turned to her at the same time.

What are you saying. With this sort of thing, being too fast or too slow would be bad. A few years is, wellIts a reasonable time.

That might be true. Preparations can be made, and it wont be slow enough for tension to fade. I feel that its truly ideal.

Although she felt that there was some truth to the twos words, Ykslaas stared at Vermudol and asked a question.

Arent you afraid that we might lose?

That sort of worry, Ive long since passed it since the first day I was born.

Dont worry. Since Ill have a burst of laughter if you guys lose!

Ykslaas breathed a sigh at the respective reactions that Vermudol and the Demon God displayedand shook her head looking exasperated.

I give up. The two of you, are exactly alike.

Is that so?

Wanna try calling me mom, Vermudol?

Ykslaas breathed another sigh at those two who were having that sort of conversation.