Your Majesty, Dinner Is Ready. - Chapter 163

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Episode 163: D-Tier Dungeon – Rainy Murder Manor (2)
The Unnamed Demon King was not in full condition due to the aftermath of the Sealing Ritual.
The details escape even him—the one who experienced it—since his memory has been stripped away, and as new content, I’m equally in the dark.
Still, one thing was certain: compared to his prime, his combat power had plummeted from heaven to earth.
Whoosh!
Water shaped itself into five spears and hurtled forward.
A lethal attack that would deal a killing blow to an ordinary civilian even from a single one.
“Ah-ha!”
The Unnamed Demon King let out a cry of admiration and raised a hand.
The trajectories of the incoming spears suddenly bent, slicing through empty air.
Skilled technique that stood out even as his Secret Arts were pushed to their weakest.
Crack!
A sharp punch followed.
The Slaughterer, caught on the chin, staggered for a moment before swinging his Trident.
The three prongs clawed across the Demon King’s chest like talons.
“…!?”
The Slaughterer flinched visibly.
“A keen edge indeed.”
Blood had spattered and skin torn—that much was clear.
But within an instant, the wounded flesh mended itself; instead, the shaft of the Trident that had burrowed into the Demon King’s body was now gripped in his hand.
《:O》
《More curious by the moment!》
I can’t pinpoint the exact mechanism, but I have my suspicions.
It’s likely a Sin Secret Art optimized for defense.
“…….”
The Slaughterer, who held the advantage in raw power due to the dungeon’s mechanics, wrenched the Trident free from the Demon King’s grip and thrust it straight forward with full force.
Raindrops swirled at the spear’s tip.
A straightforward offensive Secret Art—the Swirling Water Droplets.
Squelch!
The Trident pierced through his massive frame and emerged on the other side.
Yet moments later, it was as if nothing had happened; the Demon King now held the shaft tucked under his armpit.
“Your attacks are vicious, but something feels off. Your stance is clumsy.”
With a cold assessment, a fist wreathed in Magical Energy smashed into the Slaughterer’s solar plexus.
Right now the Demon King was weakened doubly—both by the aftereffects of the seal and by the dungeon’s mechanics.
You might say he’d been reduced below the level of an ordinary human.
“…Ugh.”
Even so, the Slaughterer gasped and stumbled backward.
All from a single punch by a Demon-type Being who should be as frail as an elderly mortal.
“You’re doing well, Blood-Soaked Rain-Spear Slaughterer!”
The Demon King called out loudly and gestured with one hand.
“It’s been an age since I last felt the thrill of genuine peril!”
You could see the seething determination in his expression alone.
With his momentum came an intense, fierce joy.
Emotions of positive valence, by the Demon King’s measure, overflowed from him, and with that overflow, he gradually grew stronger, breaking through the dungeon’s constraints.
So far as I knew, only the Unnamed Demon King could realize this miraculous, infinite well of power.
“But steel yourself! You’re still far from capable of defeating me!”
“…….”
The Slaughterer tightened his grip on the shaft with both hands and thrust the Trident again.
Water spears rushed in from all directions alongside him.
Bang-bang-bang!
The idealized, muscular frame was pierced through entirely by spears.
Embedded in his abdomen was the Trident, engulfed in the Swirling Water Droplets.
“Hah!”
Again, as if none of it had happened, a fist wreathed in Magical Energy drove upward into the Slaughterer’s jaw.
An unrelenting barrage of strikes followed.
Though the blows moved at an ordinary’s pace, each punch was sharp as a blade.
“……!”
The Slaughterer backpedaled and conjured hundreds of Water Rain Swords, launching them forward.
A wide-area technique that endangered even me.
In the Rainy Murder Manor, I was nothing but a delicate Half-Elf with beauty as my only merit, so I hurried behind the Demon King’s dependable back.
Hundreds of Water Rain Swords came flying in moments later, but they all swerved aside as though fearing the lord of the New Demon Realm, veering away and backward.
“Prince, do you know which Secret Art I am using?”
He asks a question even while fighting, displaying such ease.
“Sin: Sloth, is it not?”
“Correct.”
A Secret Art that makes enemy attacks evade of their own accord, premised on the caster remaining motionless in place through apathy.
The miracle of undoing attacks that have already connected becomes possible once Sin: Sloth grows to the tenth rank.
“All the ‘Sin’ Secret Arts—I created them myself. Did you know?”
“…I had only guessed as much.”
The ‘Sin’ Secret Arts were originally Hidden Pieces obtainable only from seven dungeons connected to the Demon Realm.
Except for Sin: Gluttony, which the Unnamed Demon King transmitted directly, the rest dropped as Secret Art Tomes in dungeons, acquired through that method.
Therefore, among players, the inference that the Unnamed Demon King—whose detailed settings had never been revealed—created the ‘Sin’ Secret Arts became established doctrine.
“I believed you must have been created by the greatest Demon King among all the ages.”
“Not an incorrect guess!”
Crack!
Even as he conversed with me, the Slaughterer charged without tiring, and His Majesty struck the creature’s chest with a mighty fist.
“However, Sin: Sloth was uniquely difficult to create compared to other Secret Arts. The very concept of apathy was so at odds with my own nature.”
“Yet through unceasing effort, you brought it into being. Admirable—and frankly, I envy it. That will of yours, unwavering in pursuit of your own intent.”
“Truly, the mouth of Prince Kar is delightful!”
Again the Slaughterer’s Trident pierced the Demon King’s body, but of course it amounted to nothing.
A powerful fist once more drove upward against the creature’s jaw.
“Yes, I persevered. Consistently, without surrender. But life—that rascal—pays no heed to words whatsoever, and no matter how faithfully one lives, there come moments when one stumbles unfairly over a stone and tumbles.”
“Indeed….”
“Therefore, occasionally it requires a stern rebuke!”
Smash!
“And now I rebuke life itself. I have fallen from lord of the Demon Realm to an Unnamed Demon King whom no one remembers! I had once determined to seize my moment and give life a thorough beating—and what could be more fitting than this?”
《It seems Your Majesty harbors some sort of mysterious power that draws the mad to you.》
Lai appears to think the remark absurd and speaks with derision, but I received an entirely different impression.
Honestly, it was shocking.
Could arrogance and positivity actually combine?
“A perspective I had never considered. Life has not been tormenting me without reason—rather, I have been disciplining an impudent life…!”
“Life, that rascal, has no choice but to come to its senses once it scrapes bottom! And having learned that another foolish act means tumbling back to the depths and utter ruin, it will not easily repeat such folly!”
“Astonishing!”
I was genuinely moved.
And the fixed beliefs that had calcified within me were cracking apart.
It was as though my skull had been struck with a hammer.
“Henceforth, I too shall hurl myself forward with all vigor, endure hardship and trial, and give life itself a magnificent thrashing!”
“Ha! How admirable!”
《:/》
《How I wish there were someone here to point out the absurdity of them both in my stead….》
…….
The Slaughterer, thoroughly battered, leapt backward and began rotating the Trident overhead.
Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh!
Following the Trident’s motion, raindrops spun in circles.
Then, abruptly, they surged toward the Demon King and encircled him.
A range attack that Sin: Sloth could neither evade nor twist the causality of.
“A clever move!”
The Demon King, briefly trapped within the water vortex, speaks with admiration—and the Slaughterer dashes toward me.
Now that most Secret Arts had lost their efficacy, if I were to face that terrifying killer, I would become nothing more than a screaming beauty in a horror film, slaughtered uselessly.
“Handle me gently, if you would.”
Yet I made no attempt to flee and simply stood still.
…….
The masked killer, drawing close, roughly heaved me onto his shoulder and broke into a run.
One of the various mechanics of the Rainy Murder Manor.
The Trident Slaughterer slaughters those who resist on the spot and abducts those who abandon resistance.
“Prince Kar!”
The Demon King, freed from the water vortex, opened his eyes wide.
I, perched on the Slaughterer’s shoulder, waved toward my receding lord.
“Your Majesty—! Please come to rescue Princess Kar—!”
In action tales, the highlight was always, without question, the abduction and the rescue.
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“A troublesome turn of events.”
The Unnamed Demon King, left standing alone in the water-soaked corridor, brought a hand to his chin.
Kar the Grand Duke.
The New Demon Realm’s strategist had been abducted by a serial killer.
Strictly speaking, perhaps “allowed herself to be abducted” would be more accurate.
‘Quite the peculiar one, that.’
The Trident wielder surely knew he would come after her.
Even a bookish Half-Elf with no interest in worldly affairs would be learned enough to know of the reputation that cute troublemaker had built recently.
Though his memories of such things had grown hazy with time, the Unnamed Demon King had weathered situations like this many times before.
“I shall come at once!”
Calling out at full voice, the Demon King immediately rushed in the direction the Slaughterer had vanished.
Splash, splash.
At first, the water pooled in the corridor along the path his quarry had taken, making the trail easy to follow.
But as he pressed on, the moisture receded, and by the time he reached the stairs at the corridor’s end, the ground had become completely dry.
“Another troublesome development!”
The situation was vexing, yet he did not lose his composure.
Grand Duke Kar was no ordinary socialite to be easily slain by a killer who preyed on common folk.
Still, the lack of any clear trail to follow posed a genuine obstacle.
What was to be done now?
‘…Hmm?’
As he glanced about the stairs, he suddenly felt a chilling presence.
A cold breath of life—if it could be called that.
– Ahhh….
Presently, a middle-aged human began ascending the stairs slowly.
It was a Wraith—a spectral being with a translucent form.
“A restless spirit, then.”
A soul wandering the mortal realm, bound by grievance.
From the two eyes and three holes bored through the center of its chest, blood-red tears streamed forth.
“The resentment runs deep indeed.”
– Ahhhhh….
A sovereign must ever lend ear to the voices of those who suffered injustice.
In the heyday of the Demon Realm, there had been a notion that those afflicted were simply foolish, but publicly thrashing the strong who tormented the weak was a punishment of epochal popularity.
Thus, every Demon King of old had wielded their fists for those at the very bottom.
“O nameless spirit bound by sorrow, let me be the fist that answers your cry.”
The Demon King gently placed a hand upon the Wraith’s head.
Swish—a thick crimson aura flowed forth.
From the body of the resentment-laden spirit poured a viscous, blood-red energy.
“I shall bear thy wrath within myself.”
The shimmering red aura gathered in the Demon King’s palm took on a terrible form.
A Magical Beast born from the effect of Sin: Wrath.
A lion with three-pronged spear-blades jutting from its flanks—reminiscent of a Trident—raised its head with noble bearing.
The Demon King stroked the lion’s head and gave his command.
“Run where the wrath directs thy steps.”
– Roooarrr!
The beast roared mightily and immediately began descending the stairs.
– …Thank you.
The spirit, having released its fury-laden sorrow, bowed its head.
The Demon King merely waved a hand and followed the lion’s path.
– It hurts….
More Wraiths continued to appear as he walked.
“I shall swallow thy wrath for thee.”
The Demon King transmuted the spirits’ fury into Magical Beasts, gladly shouldering all their sorrowful and heavy resentment upon himself.
– Thank you….
– So warm….
Spirit Comforting.
The act of soothing the souls of the departed was among the most noble deeds.
With each successive absorption, the suppressed power of the Unnamed Demon King swelled steadily within him.
“Wait, Kar! I shall come to thy rescue!”

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