Chapter 542

While talking about humanity, Kono Lint suddenly brought up a fading memory of a cross-dressing competition. When questioned, he became defensive and eventually admitted to participating in the competition. The assistant summoned a weapon, but Kono Lint remained unfazed and threatened to spread rumors about the assistant being a cross-dresser. The assistant realized it was too late and that Kono Lint had already exposed their secret to others. Kono Lint threatened to spread rumors about the assistant being a cross-dresser unless they let him go. The assistant admitted to being a cross-dresser and hinted that there was more to their behavior than just that. "Early admission."

"First year."

"Beginning."

"Eating dessert with friends at a cafe...."

"Have you ever been confessed to by a girl?"

At my words, Kono Lint's complexion turns pale.

"...What?"

"And that girl, you never heard from her again?"

I use Sarkagar's ring.

"Maybe that girl...looked like this?"

"Uh...uh...uh...uh?"

A moment of silence.

Honestly, there was no need to bring up this kind of conversation.

I know what doesn't need to be said.

But.

"You...you...you bastard!"

He broke my mental state.

You break too.

* * *

"Why did you do that to me...?"

"Calling me a pervert? It's because I'm a pervert."

"I...I...! Even though I thought I might be eaten by someone because of that memory...!"

"That's impossible! You were fooled by this bastard. The conversation is over. Now go back to the Allied Forces base quietly!"

"This devil. No, worse than a devil!"

"Since it's actually more like a demon king than a devil, it doesn't matter! Hahaha!"

"What did I do wrong to you...! I'll curse you for the rest of your life, Reinhardt!"

"Try it! There are so many people who do that! Euhuhuhuhuhuhahaha!"

Kono Lint, whose mental strength had become zero, did not understand the situation properly.

For some reason, Heliott sent Kono Lint back to the Allied Forces base, who was slumped.

Of course, Heliott also seemed to have no idea, looking at the slightly spoiled Reinhardt.

* * *

"...."

The vast Allied Forces base made Kono Lint return to reality.

Hearing the sound of grass being trampled and soldiers preparing to march, Kono Lint wondered if he had been with the Demon King all along.

Everyone hates the Demon King.

If the Demon King is actually fighting against the Gate incident more fiercely than anyone else, there will be very few people who believe it.

Kono Lint thought that people like Savioline Tana in the upper echelons of the Empire would know this truth.

Anyway, it's okay. That's what Kono Lint thought.

It was because a bigger truth had deeply penetrated Kono Lint's mind.

Cross-dressing.

A suspicion that had remained in his heart had become a reality.

And transformation.

Knowing that Reinhardt could even transform, Kono Lint just stood there like a statue, only grinning.

Pervert.

He was a pervert from the point of cross-dressing, and he even did such a thing.

What was the intention, what was the thought that led him to seduce himself?

It was so scary that he couldn't even know what evil he did.

Reinhardt didn't want anything but to put him down or make fun of him.

Just to give him medicine.

Just to make fun of him.

"Crazy...bastard...!"

Kono Lint can no longer tell if the Demon King is good or evil.

The Demon King is a pervert.

That's all. Returning to the Royal Class base, Kono Lint sees Ellen, who he wonders if she knows the truth about Reinhardt. Kono Lint also contemplates whether he knows the "other side" of the truth. Ellen mentions Reinhardt's perverted tendencies and love for teasing his classmates. A few days later, the Allied Forces begin their march towards Serandia, facing constant battles and monster attacks. The soldiers must fight while marching and rest is not an option. The weather is favorable, but the constant battles and fatigue take a toll on the soldiers. The demon army has already destroyed three warp gates, making the attack on Serandia more difficult. This lie will eventually become a more obvious lie. Even those who do not know the truth will eventually realize that there are forces helping in this war, and they will come to know that it is the demon army. It is no different from holding the hands of the demons, and if this is revealed, the Allied Forces may split. But it was too sweet a temptation. For now, the price of silence and a little lie is how much combat power can be preserved and how many people can survive. Everyone knows that the Emperor of the Empire, Vertus, and the leaders of the Joint Chiefs of Staff are hiding important truths, but no one has tried to reveal that truth. Whatever help it may be, it certainly makes the war easier. Louise von Schwartz, who occupies a position in the Mobile Joint Chiefs of Staff, was also one of those who remained silent. * * * Does war really need music? We may not know about music, but many people agree that sound is necessary. -Dung dung dung dung The resonant sound emitted by the war drum has something instinctively uplifting for humans. They say that the soul is in the sound of the drum. Since the drum is made of the skin of an animal, such a belief may be natural. It is impossible to know if the soul really resides in that sound, but it is certain that it can intoxicate the human soul. In other battlefields, it may not be necessary, but in this special battlefield, the sound is even more necessary. -Kiaaaaak! -Gruuuu! -Kieeee! This is because it is necessary to push away the fear that comes from the sound with sound. The Allied Forces, who have completed a long march, finally arrive at the battlefield and look down at Serandia, which they must attack and occupy. The already replenished monsters boiled in the crater created by the pouring meteorites and stood firm in the place where the tornado had passed. -Dung! Dung! Dung! Dung! The masters play the drum until their claws are torn apart. As if the monsters will actually retreat if the sound of their cries is pushed out. They drive away the black monsters and destroy the warp gates. Once this seemingly impossible task is completed, they must move on to the next battlefield. At any moment, in the fate of being torn apart by the teeth and claws of monsters. Next, and then next. Beyond the next. The army of death that must go to the last battlefield must face the first despair. There is no need to think. Despair is worthless. Forget it. You must fight. As if to say, do not think about anything other than fighting now. -Dung! Dung! Dung! The sound of the drum sedates the soldiers. In the resonance that tinges the soul with anger, soldiers see despair and fear, as well as a premonition of death. Anger rises. There is nowhere to retreat. There is only death behind, beside, and in front. "There is nowhere for humanity to retreat anymore. So from now on, if you're going to die anyway, fall in a direction that is closer to everyone's survival and victory. Wasn't that the purpose of the march in the first place? If you're going to die anyway, then get drunk. In life rather than death. In anger rather than sadness. In madness rather than despair. Entrust your body to it. -Dung! Dung! Dung! Dung! The sound embedded in the war drum. And - "Omnipotent, great, and noble five gods, bless us... protect us and give us peace and safety for all of us..." There were countless soldiers shouting the names of the gods like crazy people. "To our enemies..." The eyes of the soldiers who were intoxicated with fear and despair shone strangely. "To the enemies of humanity..." In despair, in the impossible, they could only find the absolute. "To death..." They prayed for protection. Not only were there those who called out the names of the gods while losing their minds. "May Als protect us!" -Thump! Thump! Thump! Following the shouts of the war gods' paladins, a red aura begins to pour down from the sky onto the entire Allied Forces. Oh, god of war. Oh, god of war who chose the demon king. Please make our footsteps lighter today. -Dung! The death drum of despair echoes and everyone entrusts their souls. Each commander of the army draws their sword. It's not about not falling apart, but not falling down. "All troops! Even if we break, charge! Even if we fall, attack! Uwaaaaah!" They fight. Because they have to survive. * * * Humanity pouring down the hill. Monsters raging, burning the hill and crossing the sky. And the sky. -Rumble The flames of death begin to pour down from the pierced sky. On top of the giant crystal tower stained red, a small girl reaches out towards the wave of monsters. Rudina standing on the Ark Crystal says, "We can do it." -Kwarrurung! Hellfire pours down like lightning on the wave of monsters. "We can survive." The little magician was calling disaster from the sky."