Demon King and Hero

Volume 4 Chapter 5

"So, this is what it feels like to feel sorry for the enemy..."

Looking at the collapsed black-robed man, Yuria made a bitter expression.

'But, he was still the leader of one of the greatest evil organisations... To think that he didn't even tell us his name once...

Yuria held a moment of silence for the unnamed villain, before gathering up the collapsed children, and started to draw a magic formation.

"Where, um, was this here? Umm... or this?"

"Is the hero gonna summon a demon king?"

"It's Recovery Magic!"

An enraged Yuria shrieked, but the demon king merely narrowed his eyes and pointed at the magic formation with his foot.

"That, if you activate it, it'll explode?"

"Re, really?"

In all honesty, there were many that people called a Hero in the empire, but the reason why Yuria was called the best was simple.

Because she's the strongest.

The reason for that was because, normally, the fact that the heroes would be excellent with a sword was a given. But, they should also be good with a spear, archery, magic, spirits, summoning, sometimes having blacksmithing ability to the degree of creating new legendary swords, or alchemy to create entirely new potions or medicines.

But, Yuria had purely developed her sword.

To the point of being the best in the empire and one of the greatest in the entire continent.

Cutting down arrows mid-flight, cutting spells with sword ki. If things like legendary swords stopped her way, she simply broke them by strengthening her own blade.

Even if she did learn skills for treatment, that would barely qualify as first aid. Actually, scratch that, it wasn't even at that level.

'The fact that her patients didn't die is great in itself.'

Sighing, the demon king, still wrapped up in chains, toddled along to Yuria's side.

"You could always undo the chains yourself."

"I had magic power to spare then, I'm actually weak right now."

Taking a glance at the magic formation, the demon king poked at it with his foot.

"Hang on, you can't poke away at a magic formation like..."

Yuria, startled, was about to yell at the demon king again, but took one look at the letters on the ground and shut her mouth.

'Why the hell are the letters drawn with a foot better than the ones I drew with my sword!'

The letters that Yuria had painstakingly drawn... had poorer penmanship that the ones the demon king had roughly scratched with his foot. (1)

"You still don't know the demon world that well. The demons like to fight, but they hate dealing with the aftermath. Which is why I deal with nearly all of it. If I get really busy, I need to process forms with my feet as well."

"Re, really?"

"To be precise, I move my pen with my hands, and stamp them with my feet."

Yuria imagined the demon king at work processing a mountain of paperwork.

'Tha, that might actually be possible?'

"What are you doing? Go on and supply magic?"

At the image that got only funnier the longer Yuria thought on it, Yuria chuckled, and at that, the demon king gestured with a sour expression.