Maou Gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta

Finishing off the soldiers in the plaza, a subordinate came running to me.

“Do not kill those who aren’t resisting. It’s a military order. Also give medical care to those who surrender.” I order and head towards the feudal lord’s home.

In front of the building are several soldiers waiting but as soon as they see my figure, the escape screaming.

What a rude bunch they are.

However, that reaction can be understood.

A skull mask, a jet black robe and a sinister cane. A man that can be perfectly described as a monster came around covered in his victim’s blood.

It would seem that the screams they heard coming from the plaza also played a part.

They already offered the lord their loyalty till the end. Asking for more would be unreasonable.

To the lord’s home that no longer has a gatekeeper, I boldly enter.

Not as a guest. As a conqueror.

The feudal lord is waiting in the office.

He is a middle aged man with a great beard.

His entire body is covered in with a helmet and armor as he sits in the office chair with a sword and kite shield.

Even as I enter, he doesn’t show a disturbed behavior.

I saw it many times on the battlefields from afar. His commands were resolute and his actual ability was pretty good.

If he wasn’t the commander, then both sides would have taken less damage.

Looking at me, he say in a very military man tone

“I suppose you are the Maou Army’s commander.”

And I reply “Indeed.”

And I reply back with the decorum of a military man

“You have three choices left.

Pick the one you like.”

I recommend the third choice but this person would probably pick the fourth choice.

In reality he slowly shook his head horizontally and seems to have chosen that option.

Taking up his long sword and shield he speaks.

“After all this fighting it would be awkward to stop now. If possible I would like to end as a warrior. I would like a duel with you the general of the Maou Army.”

Well this is what I was expecting since the beginning so it’s not even surprising.

Those guys we call n.o.bles have lots of pride.

Disappointed, I put mana into Ouroboros.

It’s not like I don’t have the choice of holding back but doing so to such a brave man would feel rude.

Also this man is a strong warrior.

If I hold back against him, there’s a chance that I could die. I’ve already died once and I’ll pa.s.s on a second time.

I will receive his request with all my power.

We will be settling this with one hit.

I put mana into my Ouroboros and slash diagonally at his shoulder.

He tries to hit my neck by sweeping horizontally with his long sword.

Both are certain kill hits. If our strength was the same then we would both instantly kill one another. Unfortunately the difference in power becomes clear.

The power of the undead king’s armor that I wear isn’t something the likes of a human can oppose.

In a few seconds, he receives my hit and collapses while foaming.

He definitely has a fatal wound. At the very least his bone is broken and the damage probably reached his organs too.

For the time being, I apply healing magic to him. I ordered a subordinate to heal him so that we could make him into a prisoner.

Then I wanted to be alone for a while so I made my subordinate go back and sat in the chair the feudal lord was in earlier.

“Haaa.”

I leak out a sigh.

Saying “I don’t feel guilty hurting people” would be a lie.

My previous existence was a j.a.panese person.

I can’t get used to the smell of the b.l.o.o.d.y battlefield.

“No… that’s not it.” I retort to myself.

I know some others who have memories of their past life but they’ve long since lost their human heart.

I’m an exception since I’m the only one still dragging around my previous life’s mindset.

While thinking this, I suddenly notice a large mirror placed at the corner of the room.

What’s reflected is a jet black robed magician who bathed in his enemies blood.

A typical demon magician is right there.

Just――

I take off the mask of the undead king and robe.

What’s there is certainly a human. Black hair and black eyes. What’s reflected is not a handsome man but someone you can find anywhere.

I haven’t grown a horn nor fangs.

A genuine human is right there.

That’s right. I’m not a demon with memories of my past life. I’m a human with memories of my life as a j.a.panese.

I’ve managed to keep this secret to just 3 people.

One person was my dead grandfather so in reality, it became just one other person that knows this secret.

If by chance this secret was discovered, there would probably be a huge uproar.

The man called “Maou Army’s right hand man” is actually human.

Being tortured to death by demons or the Maou personally granting me death would be the two options I’d have.

That’s why my dead grandfather told me “Listen Ike. You can’t remove the mask or robe at any time.” And since the time he muttered that to me I’ve done as he said.

That’s why only when I’m definitely alone do I remove them.

I’m also extremely thorough with my subordinates. If I say “I want to become human” then even the stupidest goblin won’t approach my side.

It’s something that’s well know around here.

The last time this order was violated, the subordinate was given a severe punishment. If I was them I definitely wouldn’t come by this room.

Even if the other guys from the Maou’s army come, it would be the same.

Right now there’s a strong barrier affixed to this room. If they aren’t my subordinate then they probably wouldn’t be able to come by this room.

Therefore, just like that I was forgetting a certain something. I completely didn’t take into consideration a certain possibility. The possibility that there was someone hiding in the room since the beginning.

Not just my mask but even my robe was taken off when I noticed a sound. I heard a bang sound from the corner of the room where there’s clothes for dances.

The clothes are slightly separated. While a.s.suming the worst, I approach the clothes and gently separate them.

―― A girl is there.

A human girl.

Age is probably around 14-15?

Light eye’s like her hair and a ceramic like body wearing maid clothes.

Probably a servant of the lord’s home.

She was trembling like a newborn.

“P-please. D-don’t kill me please.”

Tears were acc.u.mulated at her eyes but the one who want to cry is me.

The secret I’ve been keeping for 20 years was easily discovered like this.

Not to mention that it’s not a strong demon or a human hero but just a little girl.

“Oh shall I kill you here?”

Such a choice would have come to mind if I was a demon but unfortunately I’m human.

Killing a weaponless weak girl who hasn’t even made any kind of mistake would be too much and I haven’t lost my human heart.

Therefore, recovering the appearance of a monster, I tell her in a voice as low as I can make

“You didn’t see anything. Okay?”

She trembles as she thinks over my words.

She’s not stupid to the point where she doesn’t understand the meaning it seems.

However my words don’t give her any courage either.

Her body trembles as if being scolded and nods her head.

“That’s right. This is fine. The only human in this room is you. Understand?”

Was she able to regain her composure somewhat?

This time she replied in a low voice “Y-yes. The only human in this room is just me.”

I received a satisfying answer.

Just like that I might have let her go without doing anything but unfortunately I have a cautious personality.

“Well this is perfect. I’ve been wanting a human to take care of my surroundings.”

Up till now, I’ve left it to male goblin underlings. They’re good at following orders but lack intelligence and concern.

As one would expect, demons can’t give tender care like humans.

If it’s just one person then it wouldn’t be bad to have a human girl as a maid.

“From today forth, you’re my maid. Incidentally, you can’t refuse. In this world, there are no more than two people who know I’m human. Of them, there is one that definitely won’t confess. Basically, if the world finds out my secret then it can only be because of you.”

She denies with a tone stronger than before.

“I-I definitely won’t tell anybody about this. I swear on my dead mother. A promise once exchanged must be protected no matter what happens. Even if it’s with a demon.”

“But I’m not a demon.” I reply making a bitter smile. I do feel inclined to believe her words though.

She’s a frail girl but has a strong heart.

Just like her words said, she’s the type to never break a promise once it’s made. Believing that, I ask for her name.

“… it’s Thirteenth.”

“Thirteenth? Another name?”

“… my mother’s name was Second. The lord didn’t have a way to name us slaves so we were called by our order.”

I see. Well it’s a case you often hear about in another world.

He didn’t seem to be the type to treat slaves badly but on the other hand, he didn’t seem like the type to be interested in them either.

It was probably too troublesome to give them names.

“But still, Thirteenth is awful. It’s also hard to call out.”

“… my mother called me Sati.”

“Is that so? Sati huh? That’s easy to say and saves me the trouble.”

From today forth, I’ll also be calling her Sati I conclude and order her to wait there.

I have to explain to the demon brigade about her and there’s still the postwar processing to do.

Both are troublesome tasks but as a Brigade leader of the Maou’s Army, they aren’t things I can neglect.