Magic Chronicles : Fallen Race

Hmm.

Well well... it's quite unexpected.

Just half a step?

"Teacher, you... these... guys," Vielsia's mind was in chaos, unable to form a complete sentence, but Reji could understand the gist of it.

Vielsia was hoping he could provide an explanation.

Why demons would listen to him.

Why Sword Demons would obey him.

And why... the apostle would call him, My King.

Obviously, there was nothing to explain.

"Everything is as you see, Vielsia."

"No, no, no, you, you told me before, that you would fight the demons with me, to protect the world, and also, also..." Vielsia struggled to recall every little detail with Reji.

As if unable to accept reality.

"Yes! You also said, you would help me, help the elves to revive, are all these... all these lies?"

"No, all of this is true."

Towards the elf girl who was screaming heartbreakingly, Reji shook his head; everything he had promised Vielsia, he was fulfilling.

Whether it was helping the elves to revive.

Or fighting the demons with Vielsia.

Or rather, because of the second reason, that's why he now chooses to tell the truth to the elf girl.

"Teacher... quickly! come back to my side, you must have been brainwashed by the Wicked Demon, come, I, I'll take you out! I'll come to save you now, I will take you out!"

Like an elf who had lost her mind and gone crazy, she began to approach Reji, quickly closing the distance between them. At first glance, Vielsia looked entirely like a girl who, after a significant shock, was still immersed in her delusions.

But in reality.

Reji knew Vielsia well.

After all, she was his student.

Just when the elf girl was about half a meter away from Reji, all those crying, pleading, and begging expressions on Vielsia's face, asking Reji to come back, utterly disappeared.

What replaced them was a kind of determination, a murderous intent to "stab" Reji.

A green emerald blade had already been condensed in Vielsia's palm under the guise of being "shocked", and now she was gripping the dagger tightly, aiming straight for Reji's heart.

Unfortunately, Vielsia's assassination attempt obviously had no chance of success.

Not to mention Sword Demon Apostle Pierre was present.

Another Apostle, Shadow Demon Shermen, was hiding in Reji's shadow the whole time. Shermen, who had long been suppressing her dissatisfaction with the elf girl who had "replaced" her, did not hesitate to act.

The shadow turned into a giant hand and, like swatting a mosquito, sent the attacking elf girl flying.

For Vielsia, the severe pain of being flung away was secondary.

With the appearance of Shermen, the Shadow Demon Apostle, everything about Reji's identity, about everything "Teacher" stood for, was conclusively ended.

It was her.

Of course, Vielsia recognized Shermen.

It was the Shadow Demon that had attacked her, the one she and Reji had "repelled" together.

Vielsia had hoped that what she said was right.

Even if Reji had been brainwashed by the Wicked Demon, that would have been better.

But how could she not know that those brainwashed by Wicked Demons become demon servants, and demon servants are slaves in the demon race, with no demon ever bowing down to a servant?

And to command demons, to have apostles personally protect and willingly be dispatched, in the entire demon race, there's only one who could.

Not a demon servant.

But.

A Demon King.

Vielsia, gritting her teeth, used the force of Shermen's blow to roll in the air, change direction, and then, using all her magic power, transformed into a dark green stream of light, running away into the distance.

Run.

This was Vielsia's only option at the moment.

And the premise of this option was that the two apostles behind her did not pursue her.

Otherwise, no matter how hard she tried to escape on her own, it would be utterly futile.

Shermen and Pierre, seeing the elf girl fleeing, indeed intended to chase immediately, but Reji raised his hand, stopping the two apostles completely.

"No need to chase."

"Another apostle will find her for us."

Just as he said this.

Reji asked Pierre: "Hektor has come too, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty, Leo, to ensure the plan is foolproof, had all five of us apostles, including myself, participate in tonight's action."

That's why Pierre and Shermen were now curious.

Who is the "another apostle" that Reji mentioned, who will pursue Vielsia?

Of the apostles remaining in their demon clan, there are only three left.

And among them, Ulala is a Breeding Demon, definitely immobile, and Sorcery Demon Dian is busy constructing the Demon King Tower, leaving only

Wicked Demon Lordan?

It seems to be the only possibility.

Thinking about it this way, it seems there is no problem, as the Wicked Demon is indeed the best at training and brainwashing those of other races who resist the demon clan.

However, what surprised Pierre and Shermen a bit was, has his majesty finally decided to forgive Lordan, no longer neglecting the Wicked Demon?

Reji did not explain further to the two apostles.

He took a few steps forward, and there on the ground lay the emerald blade that Vielsia had intended to use to assassinate him, now fallen due to being swatted away by Shermen. When Reji bent down to pick up the "Emerald Blade" and applied a slight force, the dagger, which seemed powerful and was infused with strong natural magic, shattered into fragments and disappeared into thin air.

In the eyes of the demons, this might be seen as a symbol of Reji's strength, the terrifying power to destroy weapons with just his hand, similar to the Sword Demon.

However, Reji himself knew the truth.

He hadn't used any force at all.

The so-called "Emerald Blade" was nothing more than a fake illusion created by Vielsia with insignificant magic power. From beginning to end, the elf girl had been trying to assassinate him with this "dagger" that would shatter upon touch.

After confirming this, Reji felt even more confident about the new plan he had come up with after seeing the Sword Demon appear.

Imagine this.

If he were a traitor, knowing that all the main forces were dispatched and that whatever he did wouldn't be discovered by others, Reji believed that the Wicked Demon would definitely be restless.

Given Lordan's personality, he is not one to sit back and stay behind.

Lordan would definitely try every means to "clarify" himself.

This point was discovered from Professor Yeno, whom he had captured. Initially, Reji thought that Professor Yeno had set up such a grand arrangement for Vielsia, but after capturing the professor, he learned it was actually for him.

Since there was a first time, there would be a second time.

But the Wicked Demon would definitely not dare to use the demon race's power.

He would surely look for a third party, someone with a strong hatred and hostile intent towards him.

Preferably someone with potential, not like Professor Yeno, who was easily dealt with by him. Lordan would hope for someone who could become a significant threat to him in the future.

That's why Reji said another apostle would find the elf girl and bring her back.

Vielsia, as his companion.

No matter where she went, he could easily find her again and could even access the elf's panel at any time to check Vielsia's status.

As long as Lordan approached Vielsia, Reji would be able to detect it immediately.

From the moment Reji decided to act against this unfamiliar world with the demon race, he had also been looking for an opportunity to eliminate the Wicked Demon.

And now.

I have planted the seed of opportunity.

It remains to be seen whether this seed can sprout successfully.

Of course, Reji's expectations for the seed are not just to germinate. He hopes more that the seed can break through the soil, replace the old and withered branches, and bloom into a new, truly independent and strong flower.

That's a bit far off.

Reji gathered his thoughts. For now, he has decided to take care of some immediate matters.

Like dealing with the group of adventurers from the Eagle Mercenary Group, who were trembling in fear of him.

And princess Sophia, who, unlike the others, did not seem afraid of him but instead looked at him with shining eyes, filled with an indescribable emotion.