Reincarnated into a Werewolf, the Demon Lord Servants Chapter 65

By the ti I finally opened my eyes, several days had passed by.

Oh, youre awake.

I was greeted with the sight of lehn peering directly into my face. She brought her own closer and pressed her forehead against my head, then proceeded to hum thoughtfully.

Doesnt look like theres a problem with your magic. Spirit waves are fine too. Cant spot any after-effects either.

Sorry, but where is this?

Had I given it more thought, then I wouldnt have posed the question. I was, of course, still inside Glenstadt Castle, resting in my own room.

So I made it, huh? I didnt die

I let out a long sigh. I was more than certain that, had I kicked the bucket then and there, I would have gotten an earful of the Demon Lords scoldings once I made it to the other side.

lehn responded by giving a rather chilling look.

So tell , is it just in a werewolfs nature to overdo it like that? Or is it just you, Vaito?

Ow, Ow! That hurts! That really hurts! Stop grinding my temples, Senpai!

Um How did things turn out?

I managed to bring myself to avoid lehns relentless assaults and had opted to ask the question that rested heavily on my mind.

In a rather surprising gesture, she let her hand fall onto my shoulder and gave her answer in an unexpectedly soft tone.

Everythings fine. Theres nothing for you to worry about. Our teacher took care of it all.

She went on to tell that the guards had personally nursed after I had lost consciousness. They had also gone through the trouble of calling for the Dragon Folk to return from their refuge, then gotten to work on enshrining the remains of the Demon Lord and the Hero.

In a more convenient turn of events, the Master had co to relieve of my unconsciousness soon after.

To shed a more light on that, it seed that he had been perceptive enough to feel the loss of the two titanic entities that were made up of the Hero and the Demon Lord. He had even forced himself to co here in spite of his lingering troubles with movent.

I was also told that upon his arrival, the Master had gone on to toil away. He had spent the entire night at the Demon Lords side doing everything within his power, but it was far too late for any forms of healing or resurrection to have any effect. It didnt matter whether you were the Lord of all Demons or a Hero; once you were subjected to the full extent of death, there was nothing that could bring you back.

In the end, the exhausted Master had been forced to officially declare the Demon King as deceased. He had done so through rivers of his own tears.

The Demon Lords remains had been carried way to the mausoleum, where he had been buried in the graveyard beneath.

Demons did not have much in the way of customs that included a proper funeral service. Their life-long experience of dwelling alongside nature had taught them to bury their dead as quickly as possible, or there would be no way to protect their remains.

Nevertheless, there was no doubt that they would go into mourning.

The Heros body, on the other hand, had been returned to the Miraldia Army that had been awaiting him outside the mist. The Master had done so believing that all those dead should be mourned equally, but it would seem that he had been t with the unbelievable shock of the army.

It was no wonder. After all, the most lethal wound visible on his corpse appeared to have been made by so king of gargantuan wolf.

They misinterpreted the situation, believing that the Hero had failed to subjugate the Demon Lord and had instead been gnawed to death by one of his underlings. Believing the Demon Lord to be alive and well, they neglected the body of their Hero and fled for the hills.

This being a fate no one deserved, the Hero had been brought to the mausoleum of Glenstadt Castle for a temporary burial. So day, his remains would be returned to his ho town.

A scouts report had co in, confirming that the Miraldia Army had succeeded in escaping the forest and was now back in Bachen. The public militia had scattered completely, and whatever remained of the official army had holed itself up in Bachen under the pretence of a defensive manoeuvre.

Other stories that were passed on to told of horrific rumours that were circulating about. Rumours of , mostly. I also heard that there were additions being made to the wanted posters published by the senate.

In the end, neither side had really gained anything. Both sides had lost their paragons.

The Miraldia Army should be silent for the ti being, at least.

The real problems had festered in the Demon Lords Army.

With the Demon Lord defeated, only the division commander was left to command the troops. With Division Commander Tiberit having perished in battle, the only one left was my own commander, Gomoviloa. He had been making use of the past few days to console and encourage his n, sotis even scolding them, all responsibilities that had fallen to him. Had he not been there while I was out cold, there could be no imagining what might have happened to the distressed troops.

Considering his skill and prior accomplishnts, the Master was a very suitable fit for the position of the new Demon Lord. He himself seed to be hesitant to pick up that mantle, but Id do my best to convince him later.

And in any case, it had been thanks to the instigations of the Master that the Demon Lord had even raised his army. Until he had done so, the only forces worth speaking of were the relatively miniscule forces of ard Dragon Folk. That had then changed to include the likes of the great giant Tiberit and the countless demons that had decided to join their ranks. I myself was one of those who had been pushed upward by the Master to join the army.

Thats why Id made sure that the Master would shoulder the responsibility for it all. That I would aid him every step of the way went without saying.

While the army was one point of concern, what weighed the most heavily on my mind was the Demon Lords mausoleum. I wanted to bid him farewell. On my own terms.

I rose from my bed. I could feel my body creaking at every joint, but I was still perfectly capable of movent.

Im going to His Majestys mausoleum.

Ill co with you.

No, dont. Id rather do this alone, if you dont mind.

lehn gave a long look of great concern, but then offered a defeated smile.

I understand. Dont push yourself, alright?

She lent her shoulder to lean on, then ruffled my head like she used to do long ago. It brought back a lot of mories.

It just went to show that Id beleaguered her far too much while I was unconscious, naly by making her worry her head off.

The minute I ventured out into the hallway, I was surprised to see all the aides of the first division forming a row in front of . There was no way of telling when they had co here, but they were accompanied by the likes of the aide Balsche. Even Kulsche, the technical officer, was there. So were the personal guards.

Once I entered their field of vision, they all felt content to greet with a silent salute. The thoughts that ran through my head couldnt be expressed with re words, so I returned the gesture and gave them my own quiet salute.

Then, I left.

In the great park that was behind the castle Glenstadt, there was a mausoleum built out of stone. Those that had forrly resided in the castle must have planned to make use of it at so point, but they had never been able to make it inside. They had been overthrown by their own ilk, dragged down to ruin by other humans.

And now, it served as the resting place for the Demon Lord himself.

Once I had made an offering of incense, I looked up at the gloomy stone structure. This world had no actual incense, so I had been forced to make due and borrowed sothing with a similar enough scent from lehn.

I closed my eyes, folded my hands together, and spoke to the Demon Lord.

Your Majesty Dying on your own was hardly fair.

I had been reincarnated into this world as a werewolf, and had finally co across soone who had undergone a similar experience. It had even been soone from Japan, just like .

There were no words to describe the familiarity I had felt towards him.

He had rarely ever spoken of his ti in our old world, but he was still Japanese. Like I was.

There were too few things we had spoken of.

You Majesty I dont mind the bread this world has to offer, but Id like to eat so rice again. Dont you agree?

Indeed. Rice could make use of the sa amount of land and feed even more mouths. Id love to introduce the people here to the idea of rice cultivation. So day.

No, no. Im just saying that I want to eat so for myself

Its much easier for you to eat grains, you know. Being a werewolf and all. But Im part of the Dragon Folk. Our bodies just dont handle the stuff well.

That sounds harsh

We had many conversations like that. While the Demon Lord had passed away without ever telling what kind of person he was in his previous life, it wasnt hard for to visualise him as so kind of workaholic.

Even in this world, he had put his life on the line for his work. Now, he was dead.

The more I thought about it, the more socially awkward he seed. He had, after all, died without even giving his old na.

A voice behind called my na.

I thought I might find you here, Vaito.

It was the Masters voice. I turned around and was greeted with his usual smile.

He still seed to be awfully tired. He was leaning on his staff in an almost dependant manner. Even the hue of his face seed to be off.

Master, are you feeling alright?

Oh, theres no need for you to worry. Lets focus on whats important here: you managed to defeat the enemies of the Demon Lord and Tiberit. Thank you, Vaito.

The only thing I did was to take on a wounded Hero and kill him. Its really nothing worth the praise.

The Hero, Arshes. He had only fought against the enemies of the one called ltia and died for the sa person. Or possible person.

Had ltia been part of his family? A lover, perhaps? It was also possible that the two shared the sa relationship a master and student might have.

It was possible that he was another person that had been reincarnated here?

Now, all of that would remain a mystery.

The Master held out a single, sealed letter.

This is the Demon Lords last will and testant. It said to hand it over to you.

To ?

I cant say I received a single one of these myself. Once youre done with it, co and et in my room.

With those final words, Master turned to face the mausoleum and bowed his head in silence.