Broken Sword's
Ch. 41: Cunning

The schedule of going from the demon territory should be postponed. Kuro seeks Fang's advice in selecting the best candidates whose percentage successfully disguised and studied at A grade magic academy.

Children from the age of eight to Fang's age were collected. Half their bodies still retain their original form of ugliness and are immature in forming a beautiful outer shell. Staring at the ghost-faced children, Fang chose the not-so-creepy look of the original form.

Of the twenty-plus children remaining seven. The youngest is ten years old and the oldest is thirteen years old. Kuro who watched from the side did not know the reason for Fang's selection of low seed. Since ancient times the birth of the lowly demons was disliked by their people.

Low-level demons easily die and are not good at fighting. Considered a burden, the lowly demons are looking for a way to survive. Even if stepped on by the same race, as long as they can still eat and live, it is a luxury for them.

"You want to live comfortably, right? Want me to help you?"

And then Fang's words shocked the seven crudely dressed little demons. The smallest one was extremely embarrassed, standing behind the body of the larger-bodied brother. The parents who gave birth to them were not so responsible, without sufficient footwear and clothing, the appearance of seven children could be called beggar-like.

Fang did not say about their bodies being dirty by the mud. Appointing the eldest child to come and telling him to take a medicinal pill. Despite the hesitation, seeing that Kuro said nothing, the demon swallowed the pill. A mouthful of blood came out from every hole in his body.

The six children who watched retreated in fear.

Fang shook his head. "This kid failed."

The waiter dragged the child who kept bleeding to leave. Turning his focus back to the remaining six children, Slightly bowed Fang's body smiling gently.

"Don't be afraid. No one will die."

***

"So only one child remains." Kuro touched Moel's head gently. "My son, you're the chosen one."

Fang brushed off Kuro's hand. "Don't stimulate her. This boy survived without bleeding but his organs were heavily injured."

Moel who did not know the reason for his being said to be the chosen one tried not to scream in pain. His body is not his. His dark red eyes occasionally turned into a pitch-black color.

Fang and Kuro watched the small demon's body change. Moel who was unable to see his figure stood trembling.

Her blonde hair color changed to jet black. His red eyes finally remained dark, the nails in his fingers shrunk and disappeared.

Kuro was amazed. "He became human! Haha"

Moel who could no longer stand fell to his knees. The wings that have not grown perfectly, as if someone pulled it and broke. In pain, Moel shouted in pain. His two little wings just slipped from his shoulder blades.

My wing!

Moel took a sharp look at Kuro and Fang. "You! What are you doing to my body!"

Kuro who was shouted stopped laughing. In the speed of light the Demon King was now standing in front of Moel's small body. Pulling Moel's chin with his index finger, Kuro's gloomy eyes returned Moel's fear. He was actually afraid of death.

Sneering contemptuously, Kuro kicked Moel to the point of slamming.

Fang furrowed his brows. "Enough! The rest I'll do alone, you go first."

Knowing his emotions were offended, Kuro did not insist on staying put and looking for other activities to divert his emotions.

Grateful not to be killed, Moel who lay on his stomach faltered to wake up. Fang helped Moel get up. "Don't be afraid." Persuade Fang with a gentle tone.

Feeling tired, Moel whose half-transformed body ended up unconscious.

***

The black sword floated unhappily. The side of the bed he was supposed to be lying on was now occupied by the alien man his master had brought.

Removing himself from the sword sheath, Fang pressed down on the end of the handle and forced the black sword to stop thinking about killing recklessly. "The man I brought, don't think about killing or hurting him."

Moel woke up hungry. Holding the sick part of the stomach, Moel sideways and vomits at the edge of the bed. The color of the clear liquid he spewed out made the waiter disgusted.

Fang helped clear the remaining liquid in Moel's mouth, letting the dissatisfied servant in his heart continue to clean the floor.

"Your body still hurts?"

Moel who was asked had no energy at all. After vomiting all his energy was drained. Moving the lips is difficult. Her eyes were blurry, flashing weakly at Fang who was waiting for a reply.

Fang's hand touched Moel's forehead. Convinced the boy had no fever, Fang picked up a bowl of elixir specially prepared for Moel. "I'll help you feed the food. Open your mouth and swallow. Hold my breath when there's a craving to vomit, I don't like to get dirty."

Moel who forgot when he last ate swallowed all the elixirs without any residue. Touching the part of the stomach that was getting comfortable, now his gaze was no longer blurry. Moel who remembered the person in front of him made him hurt curled up in fear.

Moel's unattached hair fell, wide, Moel hoarsely wept his hair. "You changed me?!"

Fang remained positioned. Staring at Moel flat. "You forgot what I said before you gave you a pill to swallow?"

No matter how hard Moel tried, his skinny little wings would not be stretched out again. Fang was a little funny, chuckling at Moel's naivety.

"Okay, stop."

Moel's body curled back up. Closer his knees to hide his thin face.

"You are no longer a Devil."

Bams.

The dazed Moel roared and wanted to claw at Fang.

Waving his hands, Moel's body stopped in midair and did not move. A soft blue light shot out from Fang's fingers, stretched out like a rope and began to bind Moel.

Falling onto the bed with her body bound and mouth closed, Moel now knew Fang's identity. The witch!

***

"I've completed the supplies. When will I be allowed to leave?" Moel who now knew of his duties as a spy in the middle world looked at Fang expectantly.

Five days ago Moel was still angry and wanted to attack Fang but today he wanted to rush off and study at the magic academy that was told to be a holy place for people talented in magic.

He is a low seed.

When she was born, her mother was disgusted by her and allowed her infant self to babysit.

His father was a special soldier who often did missions and did not like him too much. Not willing to take the dizzy in raising, Moel's father will leave Moel at the house maid to be raised.

The lowly waiter is not a self-knowing worker. Seeing that no one would reprimand, the food Moel should have received was taken. Moel grew up with a stomach that never felt full.

Complain to dad? Moel tried many times but it would end bitterly. Every lowly servant knew Moel intended to report it, Moel would be tortured even more severely than before.

From the moment he could speak and remember, Moel was treated like air. Unseen and often overlooked. Moel stopped looking for his father's attention. When he was four years old, his father died.

Having no relatives to take care of, Moel cultivated to be a would-be servant. His luck may be very good. Staying closer to the demon lord, Moel selected Fang to come out and learn magic.

The events of five days ago are still vividly remembered.

Fang said a few things that he did not understand but missed. Moel wants power. As long as he had the strength, an adult demon who liked to be arrogant and torment him would not underestimate his return.

"You want to repay the harsh treatment you got, don't you?"

"Now you will not be called a Devil."

"Your body is fully human with the blood of the devil. Or call it a hybrida."

"Your king and I are planning on choosing you to come out and enter the A grade magician academy in the intermediate region. You want to, right?"

"Learn magic and come back to step on the demons who once bullied you."

Smile on Moel's white face. The memories of that day were the happiest for her. He got his revenge!

Fang who knew what was filling Moel's head hid his sinister smile. Kuro has no idea what time bomb he has created. The existence of Moel later might be able to shake his position as king. Little Moel, he's not a good boy~

Just admit. Fang is not a generous person. He never asked to be brought here. Kuro who thought of wanting to take advantage of her, hehe..

Later will regret the decision approved to raise a witch who has a heart darker than the demon king himself.

The black sword that Fang always had at his side gently nudged his master's arm.

My lord, you said you weren't bloodthirsty? Who are you fooling.

***

The day after Moel left, Fang, who was escorted by Baramun to the S-grade magic academy, gave mementos to the demon general.

"I left a gift box in my room. That's for you, just use it."

The red-eyed Baramun remained silent in front of the entrance of the magic academy where Fang was going to stay. Shouting, Baramun said "Fang, call me when you need help!"

Without turning around, Fang waved and walked forward.

The black sword that followed had shrunk into a palm-sized black dagger. Hanging on a belt, the black dagger began to wonder, when his master would agree to take over the world.