Lord Demon is behind you

The space inside the fifth floor is much higher and more spacious than the previous floors.

What appeared directly in front of the two people's sights was another very imposing door.

The gate rises from the ground, leading to the position where it meets the ceiling, and on both sides are gray walls that extend infinitely.And the door itself was tightly closed, painted with strange patterns of various colors in strange textures of paint - it looked like a large flock of birds, fish and snakes mixed together, and a bunch of other assorted animals .

A few steps away directly in front of the gate, stood a copper candlestick.A candle as thick as an arm was inserted into it, but it was not lit.

The two came to the door and confirmed that the door was tightly locked.

The Demon King carefully studied the pattern on the door, and finally came to a conclusion——

"I don't understand it at all."

"Brave, do you know what this is... Brave?"

He turned his head and saw that the latter was staring at the candlestick in a daze.

"I probably... guessed who the witch on the fifth floor is," the brave man whispered, "This is really... very bad."

As if responding to him, puffs of white mist suddenly emerged from the crack in the door.

The two retreated for a distance, avoiding the range covered by the white mist.I saw that the fog was getting thicker and thicker, gradually covering the lower part of the gate.In the mist, a faint human figure slowly emerged——

A beautiful girl in cool clothes appeared in front of the two of them.Her figure was still engulfed in the mist, the whole figure was vague and unreal at first glance.

She was dressed in a crimson gauze dress, with intricate jewelry on her wrists, ankles and neck.His face was expressionless, and he held a strange-looking, bar-shaped wooden utensil in his hand.

The utensil is hollow, with more than a dozen translucent silk threads stretched on the top, which looks like some kind of stringed instrument.

"it is as expected……"

The brave man showed such an expression, and explained to the Demon King, "That is Miss Shaka."

The Demon King frowned: "What... Ka? This is really a strange name."

"They are a wandering band from the southwestern country, and their names are also based on the customs of the southwestern country."

"They'?" Is there anyone else here?

The Demon King looked around, and soon caught another beautiful shadow half hidden in the mist.

"Ah, there really are."

The woman behind is also wearing a similar gauze, but she doesn't have a musical instrument in her hand.In contrast, she stretched her legs straight, raised her arms one high and one low, and posed in a very elegant pose—as if she was dancing, no, probably this was indeed a dance move.

"Two people actually appeared. Could it be that there are two guardians on this floor?"

"Well, the one behind is named Lana. Miss Shaka and Miss Lana, they are a combination of wandering musicians and dancers. In my impression, the two of them walk together no matter where they go, and they have never been separated— —Maybe this time, we will also guard the fifth floor of the Demon King’s Castle together.”

There are nine floors in the Demon King's City, but there are ten witches.The brave man had vaguely guessed before, thinking that maybe a certain layer would be jointly guarded by these two people.

Since a long time ago, the two have been inseparable, even going to the toilet together forever.

"Musician and dancer... have you ever had such a side job?" The Demon King said with a lack of interest, "I don't have any impression of them. They should be auxiliary characters, right?"

"That's right, they are auxiliary systems through and through."

Ding--

The musician girl walking in front plucked the strings with her white fingers like peeling onions.

The sound waves that were too crisp spread to the surroundings round and round, dispelling the surrounding mist in an instant.

Behind her, the dancer named Lana moved briskly while spinning her body.During the intervals between movements, she looked at the brave man with special longing eyes from time to time, or stared at the devil pretending to be fierce: just like a small animal that is attached to its master and rejects strangers.

She is not the same as that Shaka, and she seems quite ignorant.

Ding--

The musician plucks the strings again, this time playing a succession of notes.The clear timbre, like the tinkling of spring water, is extremely pleasant to hear, but conveys a sense of resentment inexplicably.

"Welcome to the entrance of our secret realm, Your Excellency the Brave."

When the music slowly dissipated, Shaka finally spoke.

Her voice is as clear and pleasant as the music, with a unique sense of rhythm.

"Miss Shaka."

The brave man lowered his head slightly.

When facing these two, he seemed to be more nervous than on every previous floor.Although the other party hadn't shown any hostility yet, a thin layer of sweat still oozed from his forehead.

There were no shadows on the ground under the two girls, which meant that they were just products projected by magical images.As for the real body, it is probably still hiding behind the door.

Even so, there is still an indescribable pressure from them.This sense of strangeness has nothing to do with coercion, it is purely spiritual suppression.

It is obviously an auxiliary system with no power to restrain the chicken——

"We've been waiting here for a long time."

When the musician girl was speaking, she kept twitching the strings in her hand seemingly carelessly.Her eyes did not look at the brave man, but passed over the shoulders of the two without focus, and plunged into the void.

"You came to kill the witch, right?" She said slowly, "That is to say—you came to kill Lana and me, and you came to cut off the fate between us who used to walk with you. Is that right? "

The brave default.

She seemed to be smiling happily.

"Ah, this is really, very--interesting. The knight who once promised to protect his female companion turned his blade upside down and pointed the blade at the object he was supposed to protect--Your Excellency, isn't this interesting? ?For you, the so-called oath is just the past, and the belief is just a mirror image. Only the poor and ridiculous self-esteem is real. Blindly using the name of righteousness to whitewash your cowardice and cowardice, this is the so-called, stand upright The truth about a strong man at the top of the world."

Facing this rather sharp accusation, the brave man just continued to remain silent.

"However, it's okay. If this is what you want, then come on - swing your holy sword down on our necks. Anyway, even if we say no, you can't stop here , it is better for us to take the initiative to admit fate. We are waiting for you at the end of this road, just behind this door, not far away, waiting for you, Mr. Brave; waiting for your self-proclaimed The final judgment of the great saviour."

The girl's rosy lips parted to the sides.

"But, before that..."

The dancer in the distance moved her body lightly, approaching the musician.Her hands are holding something red and golden, and the bright yellow light on it is swaying separately——

It was two identical, small candlesticks.

The two girls sat down cross-legged, clinging to each other, putting a candlestick in front of them, and pushing the other far away to the brave man and the others.

"Let's play a game."

Shaka said calmly.

"After the game is completed, the main entrance on the fifth floor will be open to you. After that, whether to advance or retreat depends entirely on your will."

"'Game' means... ah, is it?"

Scanning back and forth alternately at the two candles on both sides, the brave man suddenly thought of something.

The Demon King poked him with his elbow: "Brave? Explain?"

"I think," the brave man came to the tall copper candlestick, "this game should be...'Hundred Stories'."

"Aha?"

The Demon King should have never heard of such a thing.

The brave man further explained: "It is said that it is a game handed down from ancient times. Everyone participating in the game lights up a hundred candles, and then takes turns telling some spooky and terrifying stories. Every time a story is told, a candle is blown out until the end of the story. 99, only the last one left..."

"……that's it?"

"that's it."

The Demon King revealed a blatant dislike: "Is there any point in doing such a thing?"

here we go again.The brave man sighed: "It's just a game, what meaning does it need?"

Besides, isn't that the guy who claimed that the whack-a-mole toy was meaningless before, but then had a great time playing it?

The brave man bent down and picked up the candlestick that had fallen to his feet.

"Oh, so you still remember this game?"

Shaka seemed quite satisfied with this.

"As you can imagine, this is a variation of the game 'Hundred Monogatari'. However, it would be too time-consuming to tell 99 stories in a row here, and even we would get tired. Let's reduce the rules to ——It’s good for both parties to tell a story. After telling the story, they will blow out their own candles, and if either party’s story cannot be recognized by the other party, the candles in front of them will not be blown out.”

She stretched out her fingers and lightly fiddled with the candlelight in front of her eyes.

"After the two candles are extinguished, the candlestick in the middle will light up," she pointed to the bronze candlestick between the two parties, "and the door to this floor will also be opened. Are you willing to accept this condition? "

"I see."

There is no right to refuse here.

Following their example, the brave man sat down on the spot and put the candlestick in front of him.The Demon King also sat down next to him.However, when he looked up to the opposite side, his face was full of undisguised disgust.

"I'm sorry, Brave," he crossed his hands on his knees in a particularly unhappy way, "that woman over there... can be considered a beauty, but——that's the type I hate the most. So, it's completely, calm now. come down."

——This is really rare.

The brave man was a little surprised.

With the experience of the previous layers as a foreshadowing, the brave man has gradually realized that this former devil king, who was once the enemy of mankind, is essentially an anthropological researcher.This characteristic determines his way of action: although he may have different degrees of likes and dislikes towards the enemy, he will always make judgments based on reason, and will not let his emotions have any influence on him.

"The annoying type, do you mean Miss Shaka?"

The curiosity in his heart suddenly swelled, and the brave man leaned over and asked in a low voice.

"Well, both are very annoying. According to my opinion, the dancer is a born fool, and the luthier is a born lunatic. There is nothing in these two women that I can understand with my common sense."

It should be really annoying, his face is wrinkled into a ball.

... I don't know how he can see this from the enemy he just met.

Since he didn't deliberately lower his voice at all, such excessive descriptions naturally reached the other party's ears.The two girls on the opposite side looked at him very unkindly at the same time.

"Oh, I thought who it was," Shaka covered her lips with her hands, "Your Excellency, please forgive me, it's okay to keep pets, but this kind of thing is too tasteless. It originated from the devil world, Being alien, not like a dog or a cat, speaking lies—it is really all the elements that are unpleasant. There is nothing worse in the world. Carrying it around, its image is detrimental to your personal dignity, and its nature is Casting a shadow over the journey of saving the world is really harmful but not beneficial, please consider it carefully."

"—this woman..."

The Demon King gritted his teeth after a long absence.

"This woman's words are really annoying! It's so annoying, brave man, can't you find a way to silence her?"

"Probably not," the brave replied calmly, "because it's just a magical image, and they should be far away in the boss room behind the door."

Even if you cast magic here, it won't work.

"And, no matter what she says, the premise is wrong, so there is no need to be serious with her."

He added, "First of all, you are not a pet, you are fighting side by side with me, an important companion."

"..."

The Demon King silently covered his chest and turned his face to the other side.It seems that the mood should have increased by dozens of percentage points.

"--All right."

In Shaka's originally calm attitude, a crack finally appeared.As if trying to get his attention back, she tapped the ground hard.

"Since you have accepted our conditions, please listen to the story here quietly now—what we are going to tell next is a sad story about betrayal and loneliness."

She plucked the strings again, and the mournful music echoed around her.

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