“From the look of your expression, Sir Hero, it appears you have understood.”
“Why don’t you explain.”
“Yes, of course. The Holy Sword I just destroyed is indeed the Holy Sword formerly used by the First Hero; however, at the same time, it is not—by no means would the genuine article have been so easily broken. The reason why is that this world of Fantasia is not the only one of its kind.”
This I knew, as I had learnt about it from Professor Morals. The Fantasia dimension was one enormous education facility where Earthlings abducted by the teaching staff were raised into Heroes. It wasn’t something like a school or academy, however; it could be said that each and every copied dimension in itself was like a schoolbook.
From Villager A to Princess K, every single thing existed for the sake of one Hero. It was truly an education method of an outrageous scale.
“You are not the only Hero.”
“So you destroyed the Holy Sword in order to show me evidence?”
“Indeed. After all, this Holy Sword would not have been so easily broken even if only half of the legends were true. Is that not so?”
If a Holy Sword meant for slaying the Demon King could be shattered by the likes of an insignificant demon butler, then it wouldn’t have even been called a Holy Sword. But the sword that was destroyed before me was definitely a Holy Sword.
The demon butler proceeded to conclude what he wanted to say.
“New generation Hero. This Fantasia continent is not a dimension copied exactly like the original—it is a uniform partition of the original world. For instance, say you have something with an original power of 100. The concept is not to generate a replica of that item with 100 power, but to split its power and divide 1 among many. It is the same with the Holy Sword that was destroyed just now.”
He then added that this concept didn’t only apply to the Holy Sword, but that everything that existed in the world of Fantasia was a clone split off from the original.
“Even Demon King Pedonar?”
“Yes indeed. You truly do have good insight. That is what I wanted to tell you. Those in Fantasia’s continents are making noise saying that the Demon King has resurrected, but that is misinformation. Not once has he resurrected ever since his defeat at the First Hero’s hands, and this is because the entirety of his power is sealed, divided among the number of replicated worlds in existence.”
I was able to understand thanks to the demon butler’s explanation.
The penalty that came with the Job of Demon King caused the Demon King’s Level to drop according to the Hero’s Level. While I did find out from the 2nd Playthrough that it was a system set up in order to propagate the power of love and friendship, I did feel it questionable to give such a weakness to the Demon King who was supposed to resurrect and take over the world—but not any longer.
If he had never resurrected, to begin with?
It had been all wrong from the outset. Demon King Pedonar had always remained sealed from the day he was defeated by the First Hero until now. At present, the regression and adventures I was undergoing were simply education. Whether I defeated the Demon King or not, there would be no such thing as the downfall of the world.
What I was going through was literally a training aid, no more no less.
“The Demon King is not your true foe, Sir Hero.”
The demon butler emphasized this for the second time.
“I am aware that this may be much too sudden for you, Sir Hero, who must have been constantly requested to slay the resurrected Demon King, and thus it is fine if you do not believe me for the time being. Only, I ask that you remember my words at least once in later days.”
I responded vaguely, but this was absolutely not because I didn’t believe in this demon’s words. The latest regression made this my 7th Playthrough. In terms of experience, I was on my 17th year! No longer was I a fledgling Hero. Rather, the problem was that I was a veteran who knew too much.
The fantastic usage of Dark Energy shown by the Demon King in the 6th Playthrough wasn’t at the standard of having become stronger with increased Level. It was a glimpse of his original ability that he exhibited as the seal binding him became very slightly loose.
I saw the Demon King in a new light, which was why…
‘I should hurry and graduate already!’
Nothing good would come out of pointlessly getting tangled up in all this. The best course of action was to graduate as quickly as possible and shake the dust off my feet from this barbaric fantasy world, and I was making plans to that end when…
“New generation Hero, are you not curious?”
“Don’t omit the subject.”
You had to know what to be curious about, no?
“Hem-hem. My apologies. Are you not curious as to why they nurture Heroes when there is no Demon King to even defeat?”
“Who are ‘they’?”
“The ones who summoned you to this world, Sir Hero.”
“… Just spill the answer already. Instead of dragging it on and being silenced by some disruptor that appears out of nowhere.”
I had witnessed very many of such developments. Too many to be called coincidences.
“Hahah! I see that you are greatly cautious. Yes, I will explain it in summary—it is for the sake of defeating the First Hero. The First Hero who really ran away from home made a new family. Not one of equal husband and wife, but a harem of absolute one-sided submission. It would not be very wrong to call the members of that family the next generation demons and Demon King.”
Thus, the Hero became the Demon King, while his former companions set about nurturing a new Hero. This made me recall the final moments of my 1st Playthrough.
“This is all that I wanted to tell you, new generation Hero. Still, a reward must be in order seeing as how you have taken the trouble to come this far. This body is but one of the countlessly divided bodies, after all—I shall give you this power. May your adventures be an enjoyable one, brimming with hopes and dreams.”
The body of the demon butler, who bid me a courteous farewell, crumbled apart.
Although there was no change in my Status due to the influence of the Cave of Training, I got the feeling that my Skills and Levels had improved.
And the hallucination broke as well.
“Ah?! You are…!”
Still in her lingeries, the female priest covered her chest upon spotting me, frightened out of her wits. Being the gentleman that I was, I responded by using my tongue and lips rather than uttering awkward words. With plenty of love.
The female priest’s slender limbs dropped powerlessly.
I waited for the old prince to enter the Cave of Training, reusing a certain old hot water bottle in the meantime. A day passed, two days, then three…
“He really isn’t coming.”
I had become tired of the hot water bottle, and I felt as if I had wasted too much time.
“Maybe it’s about time I went to meet the Demon King instead…”
But at that moment, I was able to vaguely sense that somebody had entered the Cave of Training. That individual was still quite far away, at the Beginner’s Room.
I cracked a grin as I rose from the bed.
“So you’ve finally come.”
It was truly an unexpected meeting.
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