I was accidentally injured by God and I just want to be an ordinary person

The burly Oak acted evasive. If he was facing Pace alone, he would certainly not be afraid. But when he saw Grace, the Demon King's personal guard, appear, cold sweat began to appear on his forehead.

In addition to the superficial titles, there is also an unwritten rule among the demon nobles, which is that the closer one is to the Demon King, the more respected one is by other demons. Although Oak cannot quantify how noble the person who can stay with the Demon King every day is, it is certain that it is definitely higher than that of a small guard knight like him.

Coupled with the wanton spreading of hatred regardless of the occasion, Oak and his group are now in an extremely embarrassing situation.

"What are you hesitating about? It can't be true, right?"

The sturdy knight who came later questioned in a tone that was more of a questioning than a doubt, and as time went on, more and more people gathered at the door, including some prominent nobles or famous sages.

For a moment, not only Oak, but also his companions behind him began to wipe their sweat constantly, looking around, trying to find a suitable excuse in a short time.

An ordinary outsider might be waiting for a good show at this time, but Grace had no such interest. Instead of watching Oak make a fool of himself, he was more concerned about whether his lunch had been snatched away. As a human, he never liked to get involved in disputes between demons. For today's lunch, Grace, who usually didn't have a very good brain, began to think about how to get out of the commotion.

Suddenly, Grace felt someone patting his waist, and he immediately turned around - it was a skinny knight who looked very familiar to him but he couldn't remember the name. He should be someone who wanted to get close to him, just like Pace. To be honest, there were too many people like this recently, and Grace felt that just remembering their names had used up the storage space in his brain.

"Grace, your sword is different from yesterday."

Perhaps not wanting to disrupt the ongoing questioning ahead, the skinny knight spoke in a very low voice.

Since Pace had asked the same question on the way here, Grace immediately knew what he was referring to.

"Ah, yes, this gem is—"

——It was something embedded there by His Majesty the Demon King.

He had only said half of his words when, like a broken line suddenly being connected, a flash of lightning passed through Grace's mind. After thinking about the feasibility, he slapped his sword with exaggerated movements, making it snap.

"This is a magical weapon that the Demon Lord personally modified this morning."

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It was not a very loud statement, but it was like a domino effect, quickly plunging the originally bustling restaurant into a dead silence.

Including Oak and the burly knight who was questioning him, everyone turned around at an unusual speed, all their eyes focused on Grace. To be honest, Grace felt very uncomfortable, as he was not born into a noble family and could not adapt to this kind of gaze.

[Your Majesty should be used to it.]

With admiration in her heart, Grace displayed the sword in front of everyone.

"Your Majesty said that this is engraved..."

"Lord Grace, is this really the weapon the Demon King crafted for you?"

Someone in the crowd asked the question, and everyone's gazes suddenly became more concerned. No, it should be said that they became sharper. If sight could kill, Grace felt that she must have turned into a needle-piercing demon pig by now.

[The purpose of changing the subject has been achieved, so it's better to stop as soon as possible.]

Grace coughed twice.

"Ahem, of course not. This is just a weapon that the Demon King modified as a test subject. It wasn't made specifically for me."

"That's it."

I could hear a lot of people sighing in relief, mixed with dangerous comments like "As expected, Your Majesty likes pure girls" and "That's great."

"But even so, I'm still envious. To be able to possess a weapon forged by His Majesty himself, I'd be willing to fight a giant dragon."

"You bastard, His Majesty ordered you to fight a dragon. Isn't that an honor in itself? To die under His Majesty's command, no one has ever fulfilled it, right?"

"But your gentle Majesty wouldn't give such an order, would he? I've heard from some that your Majesty can't even bear to kill monsters, and recently he personally went to the nursing home to care for children from the slums. Ahhh, how dazzling."

The demon who was speaking folded his hands over his chest, raised his head slightly, and showed a devout expression like a believer.

"Can I take a look at the weapons Your Majesty has forged?"

"That's fine, but I'd rather talk about it another day. If I delay work because I missed lunch, Captain Linglan will definitely give me trouble."

Grace said in a joking tone.

Perhaps because they had seen Linglan in training, the people around him immediately hid their inner fear with wry smiles.

"Ha...haha...indeed, indeed. We simply cannot afford to delay Grace-sama's work of protecting His Majesty. Grace-sama, please eat quickly."

"Then I'll obey your command. Hey, Pace, it's time to go. You said earlier that you wanted to try to study the weapons His Majesty forged. I can lend them to you tonight."

The second half of the sentence was of course groundless. Grace said this not only to convey to the people around her that Pace was someone she knew, but also to vent her anger for Pace. Although Grace didn't quite understand it, for the demons, it was definitely a blessing to be able to get something made by the Demon King himself. Lending the sword to Pace temporarily was entirely a revenge for Oak's previous behavior against Pace.

Oak would probably regret it for a long time. Thinking of this, Grace, who was pulling Pace out of the crowd, glanced at Oak - just as he imagined, regret had made his whole face turn blue.

"hateful."

The only sound left in the dispersed crowd was the smacking of tongues of Oak and his companions.

Chapter 71: A miracle brought about by misunderstanding?

*创世纪6187年8月23日 下午14:00分 尤尤岛

After resolving the commotion in the royal city, in order to complete the task assigned by Baron Gamar, Grace came to the outskirts of the City of Disaster Branch and used the teleportation magic circle to reach the bottom of Youyou Island.

Because Ella ordered the soldiers to return to the royal city in the morning, the magic airship remained under the island. According to convention, no one would use it until tomorrow morning. Grace hesitated for a moment, walked to the control panel of the magic airship, and began to inject magic into it.

Like a prisoner about to be executed, Grace felt his legs go weak unconsciously. To calm himself, he reached for the pocket watch-shaped prop hidden in his clothes.

"Mind control..."

This is the magic item Grace got from Baron Gamar - before lunch - according to Baron Gamar, it is a precious item that can only be used once, and its effect is to take away the target's consciousness.

Unlike ordinary mental magic that requires continuous instructions, once the target is successfully controlled by this magic item, only one command needs to be issued within the control time, and the target will continue to act around this command with its own consciousness.

As a price, the conditions for activating the props are very harsh. The props must be handed over to the other party within three minutes after activating the props, otherwise the magic power will dissipate on its own and the props will be consumed. It is worth mentioning that according to Baron Gamar, there is only one such prop on the continent.

"After injecting magic power into it, I'll hand it over to His Majesty, and then issue an order to assist in establishing the Holy King Council... Why do you do that?"

Grace could not understand Baron Gamar's actions. If Baron Gamar did not have some status in Grace's heart, he would never agree to this ridiculous request. Based on Grace's own observation, the Holy King Council was a complete burden to the demons, and the current system was already the best choice. Grace even began to wonder if Baron Gamar was doing this for his own selfish desires.

"Baron Gamar is not a selfish type."

Grace clenched his fists. His voice was the only one heard on the empty magic airship.

——A visionary elder.

This is the image of Gamal in Grace's mind. From the time he proposed to establish the Holy King Council until now, Gamal has never said what he will do, but has always focused on the long-term interests of all demons.

Could it be Lord Gamar's acting skills?

"impossible."

Grace answered subconsciously that this was the only thing that was absolutely impossible. This was the conclusion drawn from various details in the past. Baron Gamar was considering the demons from the bottom of his heart.

"But if I were to use mind control on Your Majesty..."

Grace frowned. After nearly a month of observation, he already knew deeply that Ella was a wise king. The reason why his legs felt weak was not because he was afraid of death after the mission failed, but because of his inner guilt and the feeling of insignificance when facing a great man. A humble person like himself was actually rude to His Majesty. Grace felt like a villain who was going to poison the gods. Just by standing beside the gods with evil intentions, he was blinded by the dazzling light from the gods.

[You actually want to attack His Majesty, who has bestowed honor upon me.]

Grace rolled her Adam's apple and began to think of retreating.

"I shouldn't have agreed to that, Lord Gamar."

In the past, Grace didn't know what glory was. He was just a guard who was dedicated to guarding the nobles. Apart from his rank being much higher than his peers, there was nothing special about him. Grace always thought that he would spend his life in peace like this. But since he became the Demon King's guard, he gradually realized the existence of responsibility and glory.

Grace had never been looked at with admiration before, but now she experienced it all at once. When walking in the royal city, the knights standing guard would nod to her slightly, and the maids she met would also greet her with polite glances. At night, she no longer slept in a dormitory with dozens of people, but lived in a clean single room in the royal city. Although the salary of the personal guards was very high, Grace rarely had the opportunity to use them. From meals to clothing to accommodation, Grace did not have to worry about anything herself, which was something Grace had never dared to think about before.

The one who bestowed these upon her was the Demon King Elelia. Although Grace still didn't understand why the Demon King chose her to be his personal guard, she was certain that if Elelia hadn't chosen her, she would still be guarding the house of Count Gaparis.

Grace is not smart, but other people's likes and dislikes towards her are not something that requires deep thinking to judge.

Even if Grace went a little too far and deceived herself in her heart by saying that after becoming a guard, the improvement in her living conditions was natural. After all, she had fulfilled her obligations as a guard and this was just an equal transaction. But how could she explain the Demon King's usual attitude of treating her like a friend?

As a king, he actually allowed his servants to dine with him. If it were a kingdom or an empire, he would definitely be convicted of disrespect. However, the Demon King showed no dissatisfaction. It was more like the Demon King took the initiative to ask his servants to dine with him. In Grace's opinion, this equal attitude was a level that other kings could not achieve. It was as if he did not regard himself as a ruler at all - which was of course impossible. Grace believed that it was only because the Demon King clearly distinguished between public and private affairs.

Because he had long been revered by those around him as the Demon Lord's personal guard, and because of the Demon Lord's gentle attitude, Grace gradually placed herself in the role of a "personal guard," and gradually realized what the demons meant by "glory." To this day, Grace has subconsciously formed the idea that "if I don't do my job diligently, I won't be able to repay the kindness of those around me."

But what is certain is that what I am doing now is contrary to this idea.

Whenever he thought of the gazes cast at him by the servants in the royal city and Ella's usual care, he would unconsciously reduce the output of magic power in his hands. The heavy sense of guilt made his legs weak and he almost fell to the ground. His heart seemed to explode in the next second, beating non-stop. The strong sense of guilt seemed to be squeezing all the blood out of his body. Cold sweat soaked from his clothes to his armor. For a moment, even the sunlight made him feel like he was falling into an ice cellar.

The time required to start the magic airship would not exceed five minutes at most. With Grace's level, he could make it float in less than a minute. However, a full ten minutes had passed since Grace boarded the basket. He did not dare to inject more magic power into the basket, as if the act of injecting magic power would cause him to fall into the abyss.

"Hey, Grace, you're here too."

The sudden sound behind her scared Grace, but she was supported by the operating table and did not fall directly to the ground.

He first wiped the sweat from his forehead, then turned around with a lingering fear. The person who came was a soldier wearing full body armor - probably a soldier chosen to accompany the Demon King, Grace thought so, he did not know the soldier's name.

"Ah, ah... What a coincidence."

"What's wrong with you? You look a little pale. Are you feeling unwell? If that's the case, it would be best to go to the royal city and see a healer as soon as possible."

"No, no thanks. I'm fine."

Grace turned around guiltily, and the soldier shrugged his shoulders, walked to the side of the hanging basket, and leaned his back against the one-meter-high enclosed fence.

"Lord Grace is His Majesty's personal guard. It would be disastrous if anything went wrong."

"Ah...yes."

The soldier's words were like arrows imbued with the magic of "Sharp Blade," piercing Grace's heart. The suffocating feeling forced him to speak only perfunctorily.

The soldier leaning against the hanging basket raised his head in relaxation and stretched out his body.

"But should I consider it lucky to be able to meet Grace-sama at this time? If I hadn't caught up with Grace-sama to launch the magic airship, I would have had to borrow money from friends for dinner tonight. I actually forgot my wallet on the island. I've been quite relaxed during this period - this is all thanks to Your Majesty, isn't Grace-sama agreeing?"

"Yes, yes."

"Isn't that right? Everyone thinks so. We originally heard that His Majesty came to Yoyo Island because he was under too much pressure and was very depressed, so Lady Camisia sent His Majesty here. At that time, we hoped that His Majesty would get better soon. Now, I hope that His Majesty can stay the same as he is now."

Grace took deep breaths and, having adjusted herself somewhat, asked the soldier questions with her back to him.

"Because it will make the work easier for Your Majesty to remain as he is now?"

Grace's words made the soldier pause for a moment, then he smiled bitterly.

"It would be a lie to say I don't like to relax, but I think Your Majesty is more suited to being with friends like this. It's rude to say this, but Your Majesty is still just a child, right? Your Majesty always reminds me of my daughter back home. Instead of handling government affairs, Your Majesty should do more things that are appropriate for your age. The rest should be handled by us adults. Honestly, if I were twelve or thirteen years old, I would never be able to handle government affairs like Your Majesty."

"Ahh, I think so too."

This was a thought that came from the heart. Grace also felt that she would never be able to achieve the same level if it were her turn. Having power would make people lose themselves, but Ella didn't even show any willfulness.

"By the way, Grace-sama, aren't you going to start the airship?"

"Ah, I see."

He was just bringing this soldier up, and had no other thoughts. Comforting himself in this way, Grace resumed the magic output to the operating console, and the airship slowly took off.

"Didn't Grace-sama go back home this morning? Could it be that you've come back now because you left your purse on the island like I did?"

"Well……"

Grace paused. He certainly couldn't say that he came here to use mental magic on the Demon King. After thinking for a moment, he gritted his teeth inwardly.

"I have something important to discuss with Your Majesty."

"Oh...I see. Since it's confidential, I won't ask any more questions."

"That's a great help."

Although she still felt guilty, Grace was able to put down the heavy burden in her heart more or less during the conversation with the soldiers. She had originally planned to leave, but at the critical moment she met the soldiers who pushed her to go to the island. Perhaps there was God's will in this - this was the first time Grace believed in the existence of God.

[But even so... do I really have to hand over the props to Your Majesty? ]

Grace backed down again. Although she could attribute the appearance of the soldiers to the gods pushing the situation forward, in the end it was she who handed the props to the devil. This was a purposeful act done with a clear mind. No matter how she explained it, she could not shirk her responsibility.

"Lord Grace, shall I go down first?"

"Hmm? Ah, we're here."

Grace turned around and saw the soldier waving at her, preparing to go down the rope ladder.

"It seems Grace-sama is worried about the secret. Well, that's part of Grace-sama's job, isn't it? I'm meddling, that's all."

After saying this with a smile, the soldier disappeared from Grace's sight.

After letting out a long breath, Grace slowly stopped outputting magic power to the operating console.

"Should I go down too..."

Afterwards, the soldiers will go down in a magic airship. In order not to make the soldiers wait for her too long, Grace must complete the task assigned by Gammar in the shortest possible time.

After the magic airship came to a steady stop on Yoyo Island, Grace glanced around—still as calm as before. He reached out again and grasped the pocket watch-shaped item hidden in his arms.

"How on earth did Lord Gamar acquire such a precious item?"

Grace had never known about this kind of prop before, and Gamal's family was too poor, so this prop seemed to have appeared out of thin air. Before leaving, Grace asked Gamal about the source of the prop, but Gamal refused to explain and only explained the effect of the prop to Grace.