Struggling people (3)
“So? Guise, what are you going to do now?”
“I’m going to investigate the cause of the hero’s manipulation. Onza-dono, please find out if the people of Silver Church are up to something else.”
“What do you mean by something…?”
“Hohoho. The young lady is also expecting a lot from Onza-dono.”
Guise and Onza left the place on Yurushia’s order, but they knew that the place was dangerous for those two who were a little above the level of a [high-ranking demon] and that she was concerned for their safety.
However, Guise, on the other hand, was more optimistic, and Onza scratches his head in frustration at not being able to help Yurushia as much as he should have.
“Well, I used to do that kind of work when I was a human. I’ll try not to be a fool.”
“Hohoho, I’m counting on you.”
Seeing Onza’s demeanor, Guise gently looked at Onza, thinking that such an un-demon-like aspect of Onza was also a source of comfort for the girl who was their master.
Guise had a strong connection with Yurushia among her followers due to their previous lives, but his soul is black and muddy because he used too many souls for his own desires.
Even such a soul had depth, Yurushia said, but from Guise’s point of view, he even admired the way of life that Noah and his followers lived, dyed black to the point of purity, and not hesitating to destroy themselves or the world for their Master.
“Well, shall we go?”
“Oh.”
Guise muttered shortly and moved to his destination, trying to be useful to his master by working behind the scenes. Onza also watched and wondered what he could do, but he could not come up with an answer that satisfied himself.
Onza was alone as he looked around the academy.
Onza was dressed in the knight’s uniform of the Duke of Versenia, but since there were many adults such as squires and researchers of the nobility at the Magic Academy, his appearance was not so strange.
“Onza-san, want to go drinking today?”
“No, I don’t drink at work.”
It was probably because of his good-naturedness that he was still approached from the back of the campus cafeteria and other places along the street he passed. Even though he was not popular with the women, he was well-liked by small children and the elderly.
Onza was not simply walking around randomly; the people from Silver Church stood out in their own way, and the nobles of the Holy Kingdom who cooperated with them were also on his radar.
“Children, huh…”
If the opponent was an adult, Onza would show no mercy. Even when he was a Human, he believed that going into battle was one’s own responsibility and that one should be prepared to fall on the other’s blade as long as it was pointed at him.
But what about children? Some children may move without thinking because their parents or their home said so, not because of their own will.
Perhaps it was because he was reincarnated as Laplace, a former human who could read others’ feelings and thus anticipate theirs, that Onza had never dealt with someone as vulnerable as a child before.
Yurushia, the master of Onza, did not blame him. Onza was allowed to do most things with Yurushia’s permission, and the other demons did not demand anything from Onza because Yurushia said so.
It may be an easy way to live, but what about as a follower of a Demon God who controlled nearly 10,000 demons?
Shouldn’t he be doing more for the Master as a demon?
“…tsk.”