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How convenient.
[Now then…]
What should I do when I’m asked who I am in the future?
I don’t think I could really act as a traveling merchant.
There’s probably a lot of stuff I would need to prepare in order to act like one.
[If that is so, then it must be that—]
A Mercenary Corp.
If we have weapons of our own, we should be able to communicate with other mercenaries.
Unlike merchants, you could easily hide your background information.
Well, the members of our Mercenary Corp were just us two and one monster.
Speaking of which, this was the idea that I had used right after I left the ruins.
The Mercenary Corp opposing the Goddess.
My line of sight dropped down at the mask of the King of Flies in my hand.
The King of Flies Mercenary Corps.
I am certainly not some virtuous hero.
I guess I’m more fitting on the demon’s side huh…
I put on the mask.
My coronation that was performed by me.
The figure reflected back in the mirror.
Black robe.
The head of a demon fly.
The figure that was reflected back is exactly like a demon surrounded by darkness.
[—–Goddess Vysis.]
I spoke out the name of the target of my revenge.
[Sooner or later, it will be you who will be trampled. No—-]
Turning around, I look back toward the mirror.
[I’ll be confronting you soon.]
I put my hand over my mask.
[Be sure to watch it closely, the tenacity of a man who sold his soul to the devil.]
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