The sudden appearance of the “Scorching Industry Demon Ugobak” shook even the bold folks of the city.
After all, a single demon is a calamity capable of killing dozens of nobles and tens of thousands of civilians.
Naturally, the city of Tristain was on the verge of being consumed by chaos and fear, but…
『Woooooooohhh! Long live Lord Iscar and Lady Saraaaaaa!』
““We grant you leave””
A few dozen minutes later, the city had turned into a festive frenzy, with me and Iscar standing on the balcony of the lord’s mansion at the center of it all.
Well, of course it would. After all, the two of us had just defeated a demon by ourselves.
“Hey, Sara, break this up, will you?”
“That’s impossible. Everyone’s super excited, and they’re already setting up stalls…”
“Don’t set up stalls in my garden!”
Whether for better or worse, this city’s people are tough. Even those who had fallen ill due to the demon recovered quickly and were already making a racket. Chief among them was the old butler Sebastian.
“Everyone! Please, do attend the ceremony! We’ll be announcing it soon!”
What’s up with that old man, running around like that?
“Hey, Iscar, what ceremony is he talking about?”
“I don’t know. Perhaps it’s my funeral?”
“Well, you are getting up there in years.”
I suppose after collapsing this time, he’s finally come to terms with his old age. Though it’s not something to announce so boldly.
“Well, in any case.”
I gave Iscar a firm smack on the butt. He yelped, “That hurts!” while Sebastian, for some reason, muttered, “That’s foreshadowing!”
“What’s that about!?”
“From now on, you’re the ‘Demon Slayer.’ The people’s trust in you is only going to grow.”
“Ugh…!”
It was a subtle threat—one that said, “You can’t betray them now.” Whether I’m watching or not, he can’t do anything shady anymore.
“Hmph. I didn’t defeat the demon on my own strength. It was entirely thanks to you.”
Well, yeah.
“To begin with, I was already ruined ten years ago as a tyrant lord. And now, because of you, I’m stuck in this situation…”
Iscar cast a resentful look at the townspeople below, but when his eyes met theirs, he awkwardly forced a grin. He’s managing to govern, even if poorly.
“Sorry about that. Got everyone to adore you for no reason.”
“You should be!”
So…
“Are you happier now than you were ten years ago?”
With a grin, I posed the question. Iscar frowned for a moment, then shouted, “That’s a secret!” while giving me a retaliatory slap.
The old butler yelled, “He reversed it!?” What is with that old man?
