7th Demon Prince Jilbagias’ Chronicle of Demon Kingdom Toppling

Chapter 101: Meele, Fierce Enemy

１０１． Meele, Fierce Enemy

――People were lurking among the trees in the forest.

The feline-type beastfolk.

Clad in light brown and dark green garments, erasing their presence, looking around while straining their ears.

Their ears stood up every time there was the sound of rustling wind or leaves.

One person was assigned at a fixed interval around the perimeters of the camp of the Demon King's Army. Despite keeping their vigilance for a long time, they didn't show any signs of letting their guard down.

――The wind is blowing again.

Their eyes opened all at once and looked around vigilantly. Their vertical pupils enlarged as if trying to see through the darkness of the forest――

And then, right behind them.

POP!

A palm strike delivered right on the back of the head of the feline beastfolk along with the swift sound of wind.

The watchout's eyes opened wide in disbelief as blood spurted from his nose and ears. Power started leaving his body, and he fell from atop the tree.

「――Oops.」

And then, the elder of the wise wolf tribe caught the falling feline beastfolk in midair.

Fist saint, 『Elder』 Dogajin.

After carefully placing the corpse of the watchout in the shade of a tree, he sniffed the air with his nose.

With a light tap of his leg, he danced in the air, through the falling leaves as if slipping through the green curtain and landed on top of the tree――

――And found it.

The night elf watchout who was sitting on the tree branch, draping in a shading robe.

Maybe by mere coincidence, or his sharp intuition that detected the death that was creeping up on him, when the night elf raised his face, he saw Dogajin already right above him.

「What the!」

Before he noticed, a paw already wrapped around the whistle hanging around his neck, the other paw on his dagger――

POP!

A compact blow struck his forehead before he could do anything.

Dogajin then landed softly on the ground, holding the corpse of the night elf who was spouting blood from his eyes, nose, and ears.

（I got found out huh. Dear me, I still have a long way to go.）

Dogajin sniffed the air again while muttering so inside.

It seems that the others had almost finished their job too. Then he hid the corpse in the shade of the tree before he swiftly ran into the forest again to regroup with the hero and co――

――『Elder』 Dogajin was a veteran of many battlefields.

Alas, it hadn't been that long since he became a fist saint. He gained enlightenment around a few years ago.

One could say that he had meager talent and ability as the fist saint.

Normal beastfolk would give up and start lamenting about their lack of talent before they reach Dogajin's age.

Alas, Dogajin couldn't give up on his dream. He ignored the people who were ridiculing him for his stubbornness as he kept polishing his talent while looking at those who gained enlightenment in their youth, in the end, he arrived in that region.

He came to be hailed as 『Elder』 for his tenacity, guts, and indomitable spirit.

To begin with, he had always been surviving the harsh battlefield as he was strictly guided by the logic of the world. And his skill had only become more and more polished after he awakened as the fist saint, so instead of being weakened due to old age, his extremely polished skill grew by leaps and bounds until it almost looked like a godly feat――

「I've taken care of my side.」

He told the hero and co in a small voice. Those who received the concealment magic from the same spellcaster could easily find each other, in Dogajin's case, he just needed to follow their scent.

The people from the alliance already lost count of just how many times they felt grateful for the fact that dog and wolf beastfolk were their allies.

「How's the situation in our enemy's headquarters?」

「They're still sleeping.」

The dog beastfolk replied first to the hero's question.

「We've swept the surrounding area but, the demon race sentry and the one stationed on the watch tower are untouched.」

――What shall we do next?

「… Can you tell where the demon prince is located?」

「I can't be too sure about his location. But, I find the tent with the most strict defense.」

「Is there something like a mark or flag?」

Now it was the elf spellcaster’s turn to ask the question.

「Black flag and green flag with golden embroidery.」

「That is most likely the flag of the Izanis clan. And most likely the tent of Emergias.」

「… Great. Now let's raid them.」

The hero's lips formed a grin.

「Let's do it in the most flashy way. And then―― Return together.」

And pushed out his fist forward.

Everyone―― Even the elf spellcaster―― Also pushed their fist forward with the same grin on their face.

「Let's go.」

He drew his sword.

Running as his body became one with his sword.

They ran beneath the shade of the trees that could be used to block the eyes of the guard, they were running around the perimeter of the camp toward the inner side of the camp――

「That's the tent.」

A fluttering green flag looked really conspicuous among the rows of tents.

The distance was around 200 steps from the grove of trees.

It was too far―― Not to mention that the night elf was covered with a shade robe and armed with their bow and the demon race armed with a spear was guarding the vicinity.

It might be midnight for the darkling alas, it didn't mean that they could just lower the security around the prince.

「Speaking of professionalism.」

「So what are we going to do now?」

「Maybe… We should give them a little greeting.」

Smiling wryly, the hero was nodding to the elf spellcaster.

「【O God Of Light, Light My Path】」

The elf spellcaster readied their cane again.

「【O Spirits, Grant Us Protection】」

And then, their concealment magic was――

「【Hi Yet Lampus, Sut Hyel Mo(O Holy Light, Come To This Hand)】」

―― Torn to shred.

「DEATH TO THE DARKLING!」

They ran at once.

「ENEMY ATTACK!」

「WHAT ARE THE WATCHOUTS DOING!?」

Seeing the hero party come out from the grove of trees, the night elf watch out armed with a bow reached to their whistle immediately, while the spear-wielding demon race, on the other hand, looked really dumbfounded.

「PI――」

And just before the whistle was about to be blown, the dog beasfolk's fist saint threw the pebble which happened to catch his attention toward the night elf.

「Swish.」

The pebble turned into a deadly bullet as it broke the sound barrier. The next moment, the head of the night elf exploded along with the whistle in their hand.

「Wha――」

「HOW DARE YOU!」

The remaining night elves fired their arrows. Their unmatched accuracy didn't seem like something that came out of reflex.

Alas――

Elder Dogajin leaped forward to protect everyone.

His arms drew an arc as if dancing in the air.

His arms and legs swept the rain of arrow――

「――Have a taste of your own arrow.」

The arrow that was flying in the air with unmatched accuracy suddenly had its' trajectory turned around and returned toward its' own archer.

「！？」

Almost none of them could dodge their arrow. They fell into their own pool of blood with a wind hole on their forehead. The archer who managed to dodge the fatal wound had somehow managed to blow their whistle.

PIIIIIII――IIIN, a high pitched sound resounded in the area.

The air resounded. The warriors of the demon race who was resting now wide awake due to the sound of that whistle――

「YOU LITTLE!」

「【BOW DOWN, INFERIOR CREATURE!!】」

And then, the demon race was fast approaching with a spear in their hand. One of them chanted a hex.

「【MAY WE BE PROTECTED FROM EVIL CURSE!】」

The hexing slipped over the hero and co thanks to the elf spellcaster's ward.

「【FLAME, BURN!】」

Another demon race's warrior fired a breath-like flame from the tip of his spear.

「【AGRIA FLORGA(Raging Flame)!】」

The sword of the hero burst into silvery color and then clashed with the jetting flame along with an exploding sound.

A clash between the flame of the demon race against the holy flame of the hero. Though the demon race seems to have the upper hand, the ferocious silverish glow at the fire of the darkling.

Both flames annihilate each other along with a loud exploding sound.

And then, speeding through that explosion――

「――Die.」

Was the glowing blade of the sword saints.

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