Reincarnation Monarch

"... there is... something..."

Shester shrugged unexpectedly, confirming a huge black shadow, visible in the ice spire of what would be a hundred meters high soaring forward.

"... is that Satan..."

Shester stared at the black shadow even more narrowly.

Then Menontius answered sternly with a low and calm voice.

"That's right. That's Satan."

As Shester walked further and gradually approached him, he was finally able to see Satan's greatness clearly in his sight, and he accidentally raised his voice of surprise.

"... that... that face..."

Then Menontius took over Chester's words.

"That's right. That's the face I showed you earlier. It was an imitation of Satan's face."

The face visible in the ice tower far away, his mouth protruding unusually like a wolf, and a sheep-like curly angle protruding from his head.

It was the exact same face Menontius had changed earlier to prove himself to be a demon.

"... I see. Don't let your instinctive fear awaken you from that look..."

Shester was terrified of Satan's too demonic appearance and felt his whole body skin poppy.

"It will be. That's why I imitated it."

"... that figure is what most people would imagine when we humans think of the devil... but why the hell is that? How do we humans know what Satan looks like when he's caught deep in hell? Perhaps someone else could have gotten into this deep in hell before..."

Then Menontius said as he made an indescribably subtle look.

"... come on, how about that?

"But then there's no explanation? Why are we being planted with Satan's figure as an image of the devil? Isn't there someone who told you?

Then Menontius became an even stranger indescribable expression.

"What do you think? Menontius, don't you know the answer to this mystery?

Suddenly Menontius laughed at Shester's further pursuit.

And when he had finished laughing, he whispered quietly in a low and muffled voice.

"... come on, how was it?... you forgot..."

The way Menontius said it was even like saying he was hiding the truth, and Chester was a little handicapped and snotty.

But I did not think that the answer to the truth would return where I pursued it any further, so I broke off talking to Menontius and looked up at the ice tower again directly in front of him.

Then Shester was fairly close to the ice tower, and Satan's giant trapped inside was looking pretty clear.

Then Menontius spoke in a quiet and gracious voice, as he had never heard before.

"... Now it's time to really say goodbye. There's only so little time left for you..."