The flas are burning.
The Demon Race has never been a good thing; the terror of the Demon King once truly ruled the world. All the races feared the majesty of the Demon Race. In past tis, when people spoke of the Demon Race, it was noble, it was great, it was invincible, it was the great "master."
Until the Demon Race was annihilated—decades have passed, but this wound has not been erased from humanity. People clearly know that the power dynamics between the various races and the Demon Race have reversed. Yesterday’s Demon Race has now beco prisoners, the forr "masters" turned into "slaves."
Everything is changing... Still, many people, when seeing the Demon Race, instinctively feel their knees weaken, unable to hide their inner fear when facing them. Few dare to purchase Demon slaves, preferring to exterminate this race instead, because the existence of the Demon Race represents a scar upon all life forms, as long as the Demon Race exists, so too does pain, and so too does the humiliation of the past.
As for the Demon King... he has not truly died. No one in this world can truly kill the Demon King, just like humans would not fantasize about killing their gods—the Demon King will return soday.
People had long foreseen this, but no one expected the return would be so swift. Only a few decades have passed, and the return of the Demon King seems to already be a foregone conclusion.
Frodonick clearly rembers how he once feared the Demon Race, how his village was nearly destroyed by them, and how the man nad A·Gedora saved them—he knew he’d done sothing laughable. A·Gedora was the savior of the village, yet he had done sothing extrely excessive to him; he was the petty one.
"You will beco part of the Demon Race."
A petite girl appeared before him, and as he looked at her... he instinctively felt fear growing within.
What is this girl?
Why is his body trembling? Why is he...
He doesn’t know.
"Ah... so this is the world of your consciousness, trapped in the past, no wonder you cannot defeat A·Gedora. However, he isn’t much different from you. If A·Gedora has potential to beco a Hero, then you do too."
This curse-like magic is burdenso for the present Mohe, so she doesn’t want to say too much: "If you want to beco him, embrace this power."
Actually, such a choice carries no aning. Ever since this transformation started, Frodonick had no room for choice; Mohe used this magic rely to awaken him sooner. After all, now is the ti for hands on deck. With Doro, Lisidorwei, plus Frodonick’s help, obtaining his right hand from Charlette would beco much easier—the one who had attacked Frodonick earlier needed soone to restrain him.
As for how strong Frodonick would beco after turning into the Demon Race, that’s another matter.
Thinking this, her figure vanished from Frodonick’s dreamscape.
Frodonick looked towards the burning land around him. He had once feared this scenery imnsely, thinking he should have let go, that he should have been saved by the hero A·Gedora—but he hadn’t, never at all.
The man nad A·Gedora had never truly saved him... that man only left an unattainable silhouette in his life.
What should I do?
Frodonick asked himself.
In his mind appeared the scene when his heart was pierced. He knew, his worth had exhausted.
What should he do?
Beco like A·Gedora?
No... he seeks revenge, even including A·Gedora in that. What’s the best way to face fear? Soone once said it’s to look fear in the eye... Frodonick said.
"It’s to beco fear."
He embraced that power.
One day and night later, the cocoon cracked open.
Doro and Lisidorwei stood guard, while Mohe seed uninterested; since reviving Frodonick, she had stayed resting and hadn’t left her room. Doro and Lisidorwei had busied themselves for a whole day in her stead. They didn’t expect it to be resolved in a day.
Both knew that for a simple revival, Mohe could likely complete it imdiately, but turning Frodonick into part of the Demon Race demanded this price.
When the cocoon fully opened.
Both Doro and Lisidorwei were stunned.
Crawling out from the cocoon was a woman.
With long black hair, sporting a pair of exaggerated ram’s horns was a woman of the Demon Race.
"This is, a black goat symbolizing fertility, she transford you into such a creature!" Lisidorwei couldn’t help but exclaim; she should have realized the issue with the materials the Demon King chose, but she didn’t expect this!
Doro was startled by her call, hastily pulling a blanket over Frodonick’s body.
"Are you still conscious, Frodonick!"
"Ah~ Lord Gedora, I’m quite conscious, I feel great, I haven’t felt this good in a long ti, this is the power the Demon Race possesses. The Demon King has created into a brand-new race, an existence unlike any previous Demon Race. I’m stronger than ever!"
No, sothing’s off with you.
Her voice sounded as if it was plucking at heartstrings, her eyes like flowing water, ready to consu anyone into them. This wasn’t the gaze the swordsman Frodonick should bear.
Gentle affections flowed in this woman’s eyes, her gaze towards Gedora was so bizarre.
"When turning into part of the Demon Race, the Demon King used three materials in total; this is my original form, the goat form, along with a cat form and partial dragon form. Lord Gedora, would you like to see?"
Doro was slightly flustered at that mont, he quickly said: "Don’t rush, um, Lisidorwei, you take care of her first, I’ll go find Mohe!"
He hurriedly fled the room.
Frodonick wore a smile, looking at Lisidorwei: "Lord Gedora really is... behaving like a pure young man, despite being middle-aged. Could it be you haven’t had any intimate relationship?"
Lisidorwei blushed slightly: "Lord Doro and I aren’t like that..."
"Eh~" Frodonick’s smile turned playful, "In that case... I might just make a move~"
"Wha, what do you an, Frodonick! What’s happened to you!"
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