Reincarnation Monarch

It was the demons that were blown away by the blow of Menontius, but one of them, without being slight, stood.

"... well, now that you're not moving, don't do it inside? ……

Menontius said as he was heartily impressed.

Then the very thing slowly stepped out and started walking towards Menontius.

"What's your name?

When Menontius asked, the itself answered quietly with its loudly protruding mouth open.

"... when you ask others for names, you name them yourself first..."

Menontius then chuckled slightly up the corner of his mouth.

"... right. You're absolutely right. My name is Menontius. Let's ask again, what's your name?

Then the very face was like a pig, smiling slightly.

"... my name is Dove..."

"Dove. Then lead us to the Lord, Dove."

Menontius demanded faintly, without cowardice, of himself and of Dove, who had approached just ahead of his eyes and nose.

Dove then answered by stopping so far away that his own nose tip was likely to touch Menontius' face.

"... say no..."

"Wow. Say no... I think with as much power as you, you can measure my strength accordingly?

"... this is not a winning issue..."

"Hmm, I mean, I don't have a winner, but I swear allegiance to my husband, trying to die... is that it?

"... if you don't try that, you'll see..."

"No, I know I don't have to. To you, too?

Then Dove pressed silence.

"... don't answer. Beautiful loyalty, huh? But..."

Menontius unraveled his smile there, transforming it greatly into a brutal face.

"I'm not free either... I can't stay with you much longer."

Then suddenly Menontius' body emitted a beautiful green light like jade.

Its brilliance gradually intensified its glow and at the same time began to wind around to see what physical impact it had.

The wind gradually gained strength and gradually began to push out the dove that was at the end of his eyes and nose, covering Menontius as he rolled up the soil on the ground.

Dove stepped on his feet to endure but the momentum of the wind intensified further, and Dove's body lagged behind as he slipped on the ground.

And in the meantime, Dove retreated by about thirty meters.

"... cum! … then…"

Dove pulled out a dagger that was pushed by the wind but desperately strapped to his waist, and threw it with Menontius' aim in mind.

But the dagger lost the momentum of the wind and did not reach Menontius' body, and it flipped and hit him with tremendous momentum in the face of the dove.

"... can't you!? ……

Dove understood his own destiny and looked to heaven.

Then the fury of a tall woman rang from Dove's back.

"What are you doing! Dove!"

and at the same time a tremendous blast of thunder struck the dagger as lightning approached through Dove's shoulder mouth.

The dagger clashed with lightning or scattered with explosions, and in a flash disappeared without a trace.

Dove looked back slowly, pushed by the wind, and called his own master's name.

"... Dear Delkia, I apologize..."