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

Without any hesitation, Gamal rushed out of the door. Although there must be many guards around the Demon King, as long as he follows the flow of people, there will always be a chance for him to get close to the Demon King. As long as he can strangle the Demon King's neck at that moment, he can become the founder of the Holy King Council.

Whenever he thought of this, he trembled with excitement. The future of the demon clan was in his own hands. How could such a thing not be exciting?

"Well."

As soon as he walked out of the basement, Gamal subconsciously closed his eyes - the sunlight outside was very dazzling to him, who had not left the basement for several days. However, this did not shake his determination. He continued his unsteady steps and walked out of the house.

Colorful petals began to fall from the sky, and the cheers that had already been there became even more shrill. Gamall thought that the first ears of wheat from the autumn harvest must be on the Demon King's float. In the past, the wheat ears at the autumn harvest festival were held in the hands of the great sage Dean, but the appearance of the Demon King this year changed this practice.

Gamal exhaled through his nose. The feeling of the petals tickling the tip of his nose made him feel a little bored. Now he didn't need the petals that symbolized beauty to cheer him up. If possible, he would rather the streets were filled with a solemn atmosphere, so as not to ruin the mood of irrelevant people.

"His Majesty!"

"Your Majesty~!"

Through the wooden door that was about to separate from the door frame, Gamal heard the excited screams and joyful shouts of the demons. Thinking of what he was going to do next, he took deep breaths nervously.

"No... If I miss this chance now, there will be no second chance. I can't be timid here."

crunch.

Gamal pushed the wooden door open suddenly, but the residents standing in front of the door had no time to look at him. In their eyes, there was only His Majesty the Demon King and his companions sitting on the float in front of them. Everything else was trivial and not worth mentioning.

Keeping his eyes closed, building up his strength in his chest, Gamall clenched his fists and swallowed his saliva.

"Elelaya, I must stop your ambition, even now—?"

Gamall suddenly opened his eyes and saw Ella waving at the people around her. Although he only took a glance, the anger that had existed in his heart suddenly disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

"why?"

Gamal asked after his whole body calmed down.

He clearly remembered that he was about to step forward and threaten the devil with his own life, but now he had no motivation at all. Not only that, as time passed, he even had an urge to worship him.

He could feel that his inner ideals were being eaten away by something retained in his blood. For an ordinary person, this unknown zombie feeling would make people feel fear from the bottom of their hearts, but for Gamall now, it was just a comfort as if he was bathed in the winter sun. He remembered the days when he worked in the wheat fields with his father as a child. The busy and fulfilling time spent in the golden wheat waves was something he had not felt for a long time.

Why should he do something so unnecessary? Since the demons were born for the Demon King, then even if the Demon King made some excessive demands, it didn't matter. Perhaps the Holy King Council's idea was a mistake from the beginning. Instead of considering the future of the demons, they should find ways to meet the Demon King's needs.

This subconscious obedience is like a puppet facing the craftsman who created it, unable to raise any thoughts of resistance.

"Perhaps I should have come out blindfolded—no, the smell is also a fatal factor. As soon as I see the Demon King... Your Majesty, I will succumb to the power in my blood. I have been hiding underground to avoid contact with Your Majesty, but it's okay. I was so stupid before!"

There was no regret at all. On the contrary, Gamal began to feel fortunate for his actions. If he had not been blinded by anger and rushed out without any plan, he would definitely not be able to return to the team supporting the Demon King now.

"When did this change happen? I used to be your Majesty's loyal servant—"

"Your Majesty~ I'm here~!"

"Your Majesty has truly looked here!"

The crowd formed a human wall and waved to Ella, bringing Gamal back to reality from his thoughts.

He seemed to remember something, and for a moment, he showed an expression of "Oh no!"

"Your Majesty, I cannot see you in this state of disgrace. I must return and change my clothes immediately. This is rude—no, returning now would mean missing the opportunity to pledge my loyalty to Your Majesty. As a noble, this is a mistake I absolutely cannot allow. However, I am in this state now… In this case, I can only salute you in a way that Your Majesty cannot see me."

Gamal dusted off his tattered clothes, trying desperately to dress himself as if to completely abandon his past self.

It was just that he took too long to tidy up, so when he looked up again, all he could see was a wall of people with regretful expressions on their faces, and the float carrying Ella was left with only its back surrounded by soldiers.

After a moment of silence, Gamal solemnly placed his right hand on his chest, faced the float, and performed a deep noble salute that he had not done for a long time.

"I'm deeply sorry, Your Majesty, for some disrespectful actions I've taken in the past, but I promise to do my utmost to serve you from now on. The demon clan will shine because of you. I swear in the name of Gamar."

Just like that, the Holy King Council completely disappeared in the demon clan's territory.

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"Failed again?"

This was a room that was unusually dark because the curtains were drawn.

Although the surrounding walls were decorated with various intricate colors, there was no sense of chaos at all. Instead, it gave people a strange sense of luxury. With just one glance, one could tell how high the status of the room owner was. Without sufficient education, one would not have such taste. Anyone could come to this conclusion.

The old man standing by the window, looking outside through the corner of the window, pondered.

"It can't be considered a failure."

"Not a failure? Trying to hold on for the sake of appearances will only make people laugh at you. As expected, you're still far behind Chloe. Of course, my Lord is the strongest being."

An extremely harsh voice, indistinguishable between male and female, sneered. Looking in the direction of the voice, one could see that the speaker was a bird standing on a clothes hanger. It was completely black and looked very much like an owl.

"Chloe? My Lord? What is that?"

"—You don't need to know."

"I don't understand why the council would believe something like you."

"You should ask your ancestors."

"Tsk."

The old man with silver hair mixed with red hair clicked his tongue impatiently. Although this plan did fail in some aspects, there was no need to be ridiculed to such an extent, especially for him, Clown, one of the thirty-six elders of the Holy King Council.

As if talking to itself, the owl shook its head and narrated in a raspy voice.

"Using mind magic to suggest that Gammar considers himself a god, and then giving him a normal magic detection item, he'll trick Gammar into thinking this is a chance to turn the tables. Eventually, when the item flashes blue, Gammar will mistakenly believe that mind control has been successfully activated, and he'll issue orders to the Demon King without authorization. This will ultimately expose the existence of the Holy King Council, leading to Gammar being executed by the Demon King for treason. It was a good plan to use the Demon King to eliminate the seed used as a test subject while keeping his own existence secret. But it seems it hasn't worked."

Knowing that this was a mockery of him, Crown let out a long breath.

"Wouldn't it be the same if you were in charge? The plan decided by the council has no loopholes. The magic power detection tool has been verified many times. Even the fact that Gamal will hand the tool to Grace and Grace will use it on the Demon King has been taken into account - no, even Grace will eventually bite the bullet and use the tool on the Demon King. There is no mistake in any link. You have also seen the plan, right?"

"That's true, but wasn't I sure at the time?"

"you--"

For a moment, Graun almost cursed out loud. He knew what the problem was but didn't say it out loud. From the perspective of his ally, this could be regarded as betrayal. However, Graun still managed to suppress his inner anger, kept adjusting his breathing, and asked in a calm tone.

"Do you know what could go wrong?"

"No, I simply think it's foolish to use the Demon King to eradicate the seeds. Rather than going through such trouble, I'd rather take the risk and do it myself under surveillance."

"Even if I hire someone else, they'll be found out sooner or later."

"What you think is your business. You're the ones implementing the plan. I'm merely providing assistance—and it's time. The Council told me to tell them that since the seeds have been eaten by borers, it's fine to leave them alone. Since they haven't noticed, I'll go back soon... and make... other... preparations..."

At the end, the owl's voice became like the tone of a broken doll, which was chilling.

After standing by the window in silence for a moment, Crown flicked his sleeves and turned to leave the room.

"That's all I can do."

Chapter 76: The Eve of the Festival

*创世纪6187年9月14日 晚19:41分 灾厄之枝

Influenced by the Harvest Festival, the already vibrant City of Disaster Branch became even more lively. A wide stage as high as a person was set up in the square, and lanterns emitting orange-red light were hung everywhere. Various billboards were erected next to the stalls, and countless street performers performed casually. The common people and nobles, who originally had a huge gap in status, no longer had any scruples at this moment. They drank and chatted, and the shouts of dancing mixed with the festival music, and the roar of the tide formed the unique background sound of the Harvest Festival.

"Ella, come here, come here! It's a flying carrot, it can fly, huh?"

"I know, I know. If Mitis runs that fast, she'll get lost."

Facing Mitis who was as active as a child, Ella couldn't help but remind her. According to Mitis, due to security issues, people in the Bruzea Empire rarely go out at night. This is the first time she has seen such a lively festival.

Lotte, who was walking beside Ella, looked back and said with a worried look on her face.

"Miss Ella...Miss Iris and Miss Fukagan are gone."

"ha?"

Quickly holding Eve's hand to prevent her from getting lost, Ella turned around in the crowd with great effort. Just as Ruti said, Iris and Fukagami, who had been lingering in front of the stalls, had disappeared in the crowd. As for Tifarian and Nanako, they seemed to be chatting with the guards Linglan and Grace not far behind them. Ella looked at the terrain search.

"Mum, Iris and Fukagan have already gone to the East District where Camisia is."

"Is that also our destination?"

"Well, Maou told me that the tide will appear at eight o'clock. According to Camisia, the traditional fireworks display for the Harvest Festival will also begin at that time. Well, there's still some time until eight o'clock, so it's okay to play a little longer... but unfortunately, I don't have a yukata."

"Yukata? That's also Miss Ella's hometown—no, what is that?"

Facing Lotte's puzzled expression with her head tilted, Ella turned her head slightly away and said embarrassedly.

"It's a tradition in the summer to watch fireworks. We wear something called a yukata."

"Hey, Miss Ella, could you describe it? I might be able to recreate it."

"Really? Hmm... the fabric is probably cotton or linen, and the colors seem to be mostly blue and white, with designs of butterflies, fireworks, or goldfish... No, I don't quite understand it by describing it this way. I'll draw it when I get back."

Although I don't have much confidence in my drawing ability, with my rich experience - mainly from comics and beautiful girl games - I have no problem drawing a rough outline. Of course, the internal structure is another matter.

"Come to think of it, I didn't expect this world to have a festival like a fireworks display. It makes me feel a little nostalgic."

"I think it was created by the previous Demon King, but some say it was invented by people during the Demon God era as a weapon to fight wild beasts. Later, as more and more types of magic emerged, fireworks became just a tool for viewing."

"Fireworks, beautiful."

Eve, who was walking obediently beside Ella, nodded affirmatively.

"Ella, come here quickly~"

"Yes, yes."

In response to Mitis's constant calls, Ella squeezed through the crowd and stopped in front of a stall that looked like a goldfish scooping stall.

When the vendor saw Ella and the other two walk in, the gold coin symbols from the comics immediately appeared in his eyes. The aristocratic attire of Ella and the other three, including Mitis, seemed to be saying "Come and cheat me of my money" all the time.

"What's this?"

Ella glanced at Mitis, then turned her gaze to the candlelit stall. In front of the stall stood a large wooden barrel filled with countless thumb-sized goldfish swimming in the air—or rather, carrots, to be more precise.

The uncle at the stall rubbed his hands and said respectfully.

"Oh, my lady, this is a specialty I brought back from the Western Land of the Dead. It's a creature called a floating radish. It's difficult to catch, so it's a bit expensive, but I can guarantee that it's the only one of its kind here. For just one copper coin, you can use this net to try once. Before the net breaks, you can take as many floating radishes as you can catch. Of course, if the net breaks, it will be considered a failure."

In other words, if the net broke, you had to spend another copper coin to buy another fishing net, which was the same as the traditional goldfish scooping that Ella knew.

"It feels a little strange..."

Looking at the radish floating in the air, Ella was speechless for a moment. It was too much like something from another world.

"Can I take as much as I want with me to Abashiri?"

"Of course. How many does this vampire lady need?"

"Hmm, about the weight of a silver coin."

"As expected of a noble lady, she's so generous."

Perhaps because she liked the uncle's flattery very much, Mitis generously put a silver coin in the uncle's hand, and then took the round paper net that was only half the size of his palm from the uncle.

Seeing the appearance of the paper net, Mitis's expression became strange.

"Um...was it the wrong one?"

"Hmm? Oh, miss, you don't know this, but this is a traditional game in the Land of the Dead. Originally, paper nets were used as fishing tools. With the right technique, like this—it's not difficult to fish it out."

In order to dispel Mitis's concerns, the uncle demonstrated it himself. Although he almost failed because of the struggling of the floating radish, he finally picked up the radish from the bucket before the paper net broke.

Mitis nodded embarrassedly.

"I see. Sorry, I've never been to the Land of the Dead before."

"Well, it's not your fault, young lady."

The uncle spread his hands in understanding.

If someone born in the Land of the Dead passed by here at this moment, he would definitely stand up and expose the uncle's lie - normal rope nets are used in the Land of the Dead, but considering that the floating radishes in front of him are all small juveniles, using paper nets might be the fun part.

"Is Ella coming too?"

Mitis looked at Ella, ready to fight.

"Eh? Me? I'd better forget it. I'll definitely lose everything."

"Where are Lotte and Eve?"

"I'm really sorry to use Miss Mitis's money for entertainment."

"Thanks."

Neither of them expressed any desire to participate, and Mitis shrugged, focusing all her attention on the radishes floating in the bucket.

"You can even catch flying arrows, but these carrots are nothing. Eh—hey."