An Unemployed Small-Town Girl Pulled Out The Enchanted Sword: She Can't Become The Hero, So She

Dorothy finally made her way to the castle and hurried to the throne room as she stepped down.

- Now I finally have my justice. The legend of the brave begins.

Thoughts hidden in my chest. Dorothy's feet were rushed by a feeling that was neither trance nor supreme when her ideals were achieved.

Plus when Hawkins and Eliza and Maria joined late, the four of them put their feet in front of the throne.

The huge door was closed, but the darkness leaked out of the slightest gap, and it seemed alarming that it should not open inside.

"Come on, look at the Demon King. Everybody, don't get wet."

"Ah."

When you can defeat the Demon King, Dorothy opens the door with both hands that will temper your chest. When the heavy door opens gradually, darkness leaks from it like fog to darken the area.

This is the final phase. Eliza is already ready to kill Dorothy.

Should we close the gap that is attacking the Demon King or put a stop to the critical alarm of defeating the Demon King?

Either way, kill Dorothy where she shows the gap. I don't care what happens after that.

Once I sent Maria my gaze to make sure, Maria nodded knowingly.

Two brave men arrived at the same final point, though for different purposes.

It was a long brunette girl who was on the throne.

The thick, long, pitch-black sword in front of me had changed shape from the Devil's Sword I'd seen before, creating a more disastrous feeling.

Even more immense dark magic is overflowing from its demonic sword and from the girl.

Merle's eyes glowed in darkness.

"Welcome... brave men and their companions... let's get this over with"

The shock of Merle's full magic rocked the braves.

The place of refuge in Pecona had changed since I had seen it before.

Dry and still dying, the town changed its appearance 180 degrees. All the old houses were now new and fewer buildings more than doubled.

The first fruit tree I gave to the people has grown bigger and has given me a number of fruits. All that, as many seedlings as the back-length of the likely-fruited around the fruit trees have been planted, growing into splendid orchards.

When Lucille evacuated to the mansion with the other people, she drank the tea served by the inhabitants and waited for the battle to end.

- Master Merle, please be safe. Please live. Please don't lose.

All he could do was pray. Lucille kept praying with her forehead when she held both hands.

Prayer is not limited to Lucille alone. The people we evacuated together, the demons, the monsters thought the same thing.

A demon king who stayed alone and evacuated everything.

Will I be able to beat a bunch of dragons on my own or will I be able to beat a party of brave men?

I just have to believe it, but everyone was feeling caught in that chest.

"Damn it! Why do we have to evacuate!

A paralyzed resident punched his fist against the wall.

"Isn't it the braves that are worse! He says he was ruled by the Demon King, but isn't reality peace itself! Isn't it the braves who showed up there all of a sudden and attacked people! Damn..."

"I know what you're trying to say. But this is also the order of the Demon King. I'm sure the Demon King has some idea."

"Yes, but I do! I'm not convinced!

Everyone felt the same way. I know exactly what a man says.

The residents were unnecessarily distressed when they thought they would have stayed in town and fought, had it not been for an order from the Demon King.