The Legendary Rebuilding of a World by a Realist Demon King Chapter 57

The Road South

The purpose of the battle on the previous day was to determine who was the strongest warrior of the Ashtaroth army.

And the victor would go south.

‘Ruin of Ashgold.’

That was the name of the dungeon we would be going to.

And it was Jeanne who would accompany us.

While there was no real victor, as it had ended in a draw, I had seen that Jeanne’s sword had made contact.

It was hard to know what would have happened had the fight continued, but at that specific point, it was Jeanne’s to win.

Jeanne.

“If it means I can travel with you, I do not care about the specifics.”

She said.

As for Toshizou,

“It doesn’t matter if it was a scratch.”

He said as brushed his fingers over his cheek.

And so it was decided that Eve and Jeanne would go with me.

The kobold ninja, Hanzo would also come with us as a guide.

He bowed his head very low and said,

“It is the greatest honor to be able to accompany you, Master Demon King.”

While we were a small party, we would be heading for this Ruin of Ashgold.

Eve made the preparations.

She had been arranging everything at the same time that she prepared for the fight.

And since we had more funds than expected, we would now go by carriage.

A carriage with a proper roof.

And horses.

White horses.

Some might wonder if it was proper for a Demon King to be pulled by white horses, but I felt that using black horses or sleipnirs would be like advertising to the world that a Demon King was inside of the carriage.

I had to remember that a Demon King’s life was always in danger.

Outside of the castle, it would be better to be an ordinary young man. Ashta.

So I would not go by Ashtaroth outside.

We would be merchants from the north.

And we would wear disguises.

“Understood!”

Said Hanzo with a bow.

“Very well, young master.”

She said, immediately treating me like the son of a merchant family.

Jeanne was the only one who seemed slow to catch on.

“I see, Demon King.”

She muttered.

She always called me that. I only hoped she wouldn’t use it a crucial moment.

But then again, we were headed towards a dungeon.

We had no plans to meet anyone, and so it was not likely.

In any case, once Eve was finished packing everything, we left at once.

Jeanne was surprisingly quick to prepare.

I had thought she might take longer, as a woman, but that was not the case.

She told me why.

“I had every intention of going, to begin with. So I was prepared far in advance.”

She had even bought new undergarments in the town.

“Would you like to see them?”

She said innocently. But I ignored the question and got into the carriage.

It wasn’t the kind of carriage that nobles used. It was for merchants and their merchandise.

In other words, there were no seats.

And so I sat on some blankets instead of a cushion.

We had no choice but to enjoy the ride as the carriage rocked and swayed.

As for the driver, it was Hanzo, who was disguised as a human.

Only Eve, Jeanne and I were inside the carriage. And it was a surprisingly quiet ride.

This was because, while I had expected Jeanne to be the loudest, it turned out she easily became sick.

After all, the carriage swayed and shook all of the time.

I felt so sorry for her that I had the carriage move at a slower pace. And I also considered having the dwarves at a suspension to it later.

The Saint heard this and smiled. ‘You are kind, Demon King.’ But in the next instant, she thrust her head out of the window with a pale face. And then she vomited.

The vomiting Saint.

Saints have appeared in many stories throughout the ages, but I doubt there was a Saint that vomited quite like her.

I thought of such things as I rubbed and patted her on the back.

It was an interesting way to start our journey, and things did not improve after that.

Jeanne was still feeling ill several days later, and so we had stopped by a lake to rest. That’s when we encountered some troublemakers.

Bandits.

It turned out that disguising yourself as a merchant had its drawbacks, and we had been targeted.

I sighed.

“…Damn it. This is bloody typical. By the way, what lord owns these lands?”

Eve was quick to reply.

“We are near the border between the lands of Demon King Zagam and Demon King Decarbia.”

“I see. That must be why these bandits are allowed to roam here. It’s unclear whose lands they are terrorizing.”

“Exactly, master.”

From what I could see, the bandits were all human. They were thin and their eyes had a maddening intensity.

They had likely escaped from the rule of the Demon Kings.

It must have been unbearable.

If that was all, I might have sympathized with them. But it seemed like they left their humanity when they escaped.

When they looked at Jeanne and Eve, they laughed lewdly and said the typical lines.

“Don’t kill the women.”

“We’ll draw straws.”

The limited vocabulary of villains often made me want to vomit.

There was clearly no need to hold back here.

With this thought in mind, I began to chant.

Immediately, plants began to sprout at their feet.

They were small at first, but they grew into vines.

The grown vines twisted like snakes, binding the legs of the bandits and eventually their entire bodies.

It was a spell of binding.

When I squeezed my right fist, the vines tightened.

And when the vines tightened…

“AGHHHHGHHH!!!”

“Help me!!”

They screamed.

I needed only to tighten the vines around their necks to kill them.

Their lives were in the palm of my hand.

I jokingly asked Eve,

“So, what should I do with them? As a Demon King.”

“They wanted to desecrate us. Ten thousand deaths would be appropriate.”

“Strangle them like this?”

“That is too soft. You should feed them to the boars while they are still alive.”

Eve smiled like the daughter of demons that she was.

The bandits went pale when they heard this. Jeanne, always unable to read the room, opened her mouth.

“Demon King. It would be unnecessary killing.”

Well, while they were villains, it was still just an attempt. I could put a curse on them and release them.

It was just as I considered this that my vision grew dark.

At first, I did not know what had happened.

There was a gust of wind and sand went in my eyes.

After that brief moment where my vision was lost, I saw something shocking.

The body of a bandit now lay there, headless.

A wyvern had swooped down from the sky to feed on him.

Its long fangs tore into the head of the bandit.

It was as if the beast had taken a liking to the taste of brains. It quickly began to look for more.

Damn it! I thought as I deactivated the spell. Then I shouted.

“This wyvern is dangerous! Run!”

That being said, these men were not trained warriors. They just stood there in stunned silence.

The wyvern easily captured its second prey and tore into its head.

“I guess we have no choice. We will fight!”

I said. And then Jeanne entered her battle mode.

As always, Eve took a step back and watched.

“Master. Do your best!”

As she said this, Jeanne and I took a step forward.