The Legendary Farmer's
Chapter 28 - The End of the Demon King's Life

The roar of the fire felt increasingly gripping. Neither Paijo nor the mysterious figure said a word. Paijo waited for an answer to a question that had been asked a while before. Paijo prefers to be patient and does not require his interlocutor to immediately respond so that the figure concerned is able to express what should be said. That way what Paijo will hear is a series of answers that have been carefully thought out.

On the other hand, the mysterious figure was still busy considering whether to respond with an actual answer or not. Although there is admiration that pervades him against his interlocutors, there are still doubts that are entrenched in his mind. For him this was not a matter of honesty or lies, but rather something much bigger. Something that concerns many lives in this world.

"What if I don't want to answer?"

"I can't help you."

"Then what are you gonna do?"

"Eitherway! I haven't thought that far. I thought you were just gonna tell me."

The mysterious figure was silent for a moment. His head turned to the left and right. Several times his feet kicked small chunks of coal around him. Then with a steady movement back to look at Paijo. His gaze this time was sharper and calculating.

"Do you intend to kill me?"

Paijo's smile at a glance was wider. For some reason Paijo felt there was despair in his every word. It was as if there was something the mysterious figure was looking for from his question just now.

Paijo. "No. But there's a chance I'll try to kill you. It depends on my judgment of you."

"Depends on your judgment?"

"Yes. Whether you deserve to be destroyed or not. So I asked you a few things. If I think your answer harms a lot of people then I'll try to ask you to stop your plan."

"What if I don't comply with your request? Just so you know, I'm very strong."

For the umpteenth time Paijo's smile was wider for a moment. "I know you're very strong. Even I cannot be equated with dust if I am in front of you. But I don't care about that. I'll keep trying to stop you. You can't touch me anyway. Right, right?" Paijo ended his words with an evil smile.

Hearing Paijo's last statement and seeing his smile that seemed very confident as well as condescending, making the body of the white figure shudder. He was very confident that his interlocutor understood the situation. A situation that made him unable to launch a single attack on the opponent before him right now.

"Then what if I explain everything to you? Are you going to forgive me?" the mysterious figure again asked a question.

"I'll let you go."

"Seriously? You don't want to arrest me and lock me up? If you let me go, wouldn't that endanger you? I can repay you someday. Besides that I can also freely mess up elsewhere. Aren't you worried about that kind of thing?"

"Of course I thought about all that. It seems like digging your own grave if you take it off, but for me anyone who voluntarily upholds an honesty deserves a chance. What's wrong with hoping someone can change for the better? Yeah, it's very naive. But it's worth a try."

The smile of the mysterious figure flashed wide. The sword that had been perched on both of his hands had suddenly disappeared. Then slowly the figure that had been silent in his place approached Paijo.

"Hurry up and wield your sword!" command the figure who only wrapped pants on the knee.

"For what?" paijo was suspicious.

"Just do! Don't you want honesty from me? If that's what you want, you're supposed to obey me."

Paijo saw the seriousness of the figure who was now only a step away from him. While his face exuded calmness and a streak of friendship was engraved clearly in the corners of his eyes. Because of this, Paijo is now confused whether to obey the figure in front of him or not. After all, the order to unsheatheat a sword on a figure who did not want to start a fight was not something worth doing.

"Why are you thinking so much now?" With one simple move a mysterious figure drew Paijo's sword still hanging on his waist, neatly tucked away in its sheath. Then the other hand grabbed Paijo's hand and gripped it onto the sword's handle, making the blade stand straight between the two.

"Sttt!"

The mysterious figure hissed. His smile grew wider. Then unexpectedly, with a gentle yet steady motion a mysterious figure stabbed Paijo's sword into his own stomach. Both hands clasped tightly Paijo's hand which was still gripping the sword grip. A white liquid came out from the area around the puncture, slightly spurting to dirty Paijo's hand. The real liquid was that blood was also flowing from the corners of his lips.

"I'm Alvaronizam-the Demon King of Justice-relentingly handing over the essence of life to you."

At the end of his speech, little by little Alvaronizam's body decomposed into white light grains. Starting from the feet, hands, body to the last head. A satisfied and triumphant smile was engraved clearly on Alvaronizam's lips before finally disappearing. For a moment countless grains of light were hovering in the air. Then simultaneously darted into Paijo's body, scattered to a point area, right in the heart.

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[One has killed the Demon King. His strength is praiseworthy and a role model. May peace always be with him. ]

A simultaneous announcement appeared in everyone's eyes. Instantly, the commotion occurred throughout civilization. Almost everyone expressed disbelief at what had just happened. Many are surprised. Some also consider it a joke. Not a few people think of it as just a dream. But there are also those who immediately trust and praise the figure behind the notice. Even many who immediately blatantly echoed admiration for the figure they did not really know it.

It is only natural that there are many responses. Anybody would know how powerful a figure who bore the title of demon king was. Although no one has ever faced such a powerful figure, their knowledge of the title has penetrated the brain.

The same thing happened to the front row. Both the UF and other groups that did dedicate themselves to being the first shield to resist the rate of demonic invasion also experienced a stir. They were quite surprised and had a hard time believing the notice that had just appeared, but what made them feel so hard slapped in the face was their ignorance of the real mastermind behind the fact.

In one of the military encampments that was very far from the initial city and adjacent to the front line of the battle, inside a sizable tent, a group of people suddenly stopped their important conversation. The cause is of course a notification that is being hotly discussed.

"Interesting" said someone sitting down enjoying a glass of green-colored drink. That athletic figure flashed a smile. "I want to see the area of their former fight" he continued, wiping the skin of his arm in the form of brown scales.

"DON'T!" the other figure shouted. "Who dares to go ahead and kill my target? This can't be allowed!" he continued with anger. His metal fingers that were as sharp as knives slapped the table in front of him. Instantly, a large wooden table was split into several pieces.

"Why are you even angry unclear? And why did you have to ruin his desk, too?" the figure across the protest table. Two tentacles resembling the arms of an octopus crossed in front of the figure, resisting the effect of the attack of the figure before him.

Realizing his exaggerated actions, the figure of a finger as sharp as a knife flashed a forced smile. "Sorry--sorry! I'm a deliverance."

"Is it possible that the UF is the mastermind?" tap the figure standing near the tent door. The skin of the figure shimmered when exposed to the light of the torch.

"I don't think so. They are just as confused as we are. So is the other group that is on the front line." Answer the figure sitting in a large chair in the corner of the room. The figure has silver-colored hair and is long to waist, thick textured and fluffy. Straight and curved line tattoos adorned his entire body. "So do you have an opinion on this?" he continued, glancing to another corner of the room.

Safely choking. Surprised because his name was suddenly mentioned. Rubbing his lips with the back of his hand, the figure of the Matandur race shook his head. "I have no picture at all." she replied lightly.

"What about your student who just stirred up the whole world?"

Once again Safe choking. This time more and a little bit. "What do you mean?"

The figure that was still sitting on his throne flashed a wide smile. "Don't cover-up! We all know about that man. Not just us. But I think all the higher-ups in the vanguard are aware of it."

Aman stood up from his seat while saving his empty wooden cup back into the white bracelet. The face turned sour and there were both annoyed and disappointed strokes in the corners of his eyes. "Where are the things I should bring? It's time I get back to my group." Aman diverts the conversation. Try to avoid conversations that begin to focus on him.

No one knew who exactly was behind the killing of the Demon King. The notice that had been everyone's talk had now incised a great hope. The hope will be the emergence of a figure who is able to win the battle on the front line. Hope that might create peace in Gedhetenan Land.

Honey, it's all just a string of naiveties. Had they known if the main mastermind behind the hoop was just a low-level human being surely what would have been the end of their curse was just a sigh of disappointment. Their great expectations would quickly evaporate somewhere.