Even Though I was the Real Saint, I was Exiled—Which Means my Country is Over

"Well, how did she get into this!?

Philip makes his voice rough.

Having heard that, the demon tribe - Bardul - continued to feel pleasant.

"I don't really understand either. I hear our men helped us save a little boy from everything..."

"Don't lie!

"It's true. So... it seems that you invited us to our house because you can stand up in this place."

"What are you playing at..."

Let's be sure. What Bardul is saying is 100% false.

Philip refused Baldur's request.

But...

"I'm not making a rough imitation."

While Philip is confused, Bardul has plenty of room for this.

"But you know, my men. When I find a cute girl, she has a difficult personality that makes me want to play with her a bit. Maybe she'll need to hang out with the play. Because of this, we may never be able to visit this village again."

"Kh...."

Philip knocks his fist on the table.

(Play must be nothing. Elianne is in danger. So... what do I do? We can't involve her in anything unrelated!

Bringing Bardul into the village is suicide.

Nevertheless, even if Philip refuses here, Eliane may be killed this time.

(What a cowardly...!

Now that this is happening, there's only one thing Philip can do.

"... okay. But Bardul, you're the only one who can enter the village. I can't give this up."

Fufufu, I see. For now (...), I'll convince you with that. Let's go face to face and talk. "

Good mood, Bardul.

But Philip, on the other hand, was sticking his teeth and calculating the future.

The only reason I conditioned it on being Bardul... was because I decided that the spirits here could handle it.

But he won't be alone.

Using this kind of appeasement to negotiate is likely to keep your subordinates waiting to launch a total attack at any time.

(Think about it....! We need to find a way to stop this!

Philip thinks, but doesn't come up with a good idea at his convenience.

Though humiliated, Philip was forced to unravel the village.

Hmm, it's not such a good place.

The village's central square.

If it was true, it was around this time that everyone was complaining about Elaine's cooking here... but it was a disaster to come.

Philip and Bardul are facing each other, surrounding them and watching the other spirits go about worrying.

"... what do you want?"

Philip told Bardul in a low voice.

"Hey. Don't look so scared. I'm just here to talk. Let's get along better."

Bardul asks for a handshake, but Philip ignores it.

His sister's tone suddenly stuck in her ear, making Philip even more uncomfortable.

Bardul smiled disgusting with Nianya.

"My purpose is one thing. I want to work with you spirits."

"A cooperative relationship...?

"Yeah, specifically, providing a place. I want some of us to live here."

There's no way I can do that.

Spirits lacking in force cannot face the demons.

That's why I hid in a secluded forest and lived in seclusion with tight boundaries.

Bardul's demands did not stop there alone.

"And one more thing. I need your help with what we're about to do."

"What the hell are you doing?

"We will make the foundation for the demon tribe to be the hegemon of the world. To that end, we will perform that ritual (...) in the heart of the kingdom, the capital of the King."

Hearing it from Bardul, Philip's face turned pale in an instant.

"Nh....! You guys haven't given up yet!? You really think you can do that?

"You can't do it, but you can. It's okay. My plan is perfect. Sacrifice, yes, I'm here."

Yes, Bardul winks.

"Sacrifice", as Bardul says, is the life of the King's people, without doubt.

(What do you mean... how many people will die if that ritual succeeds?)

However, no matter how much catalyst we have, the Demons alone can break a few bones to make that ritual a success.

Normally, it takes a lot of time.

To do this, Bardul is trying to use the power of magical spirits.

(But... that can't be allowed. If you do that, it's not just us, it's the end of the world. Whatever it takes, it must be stopped)

Nevertheless, even if the fool honestly refused, Baldur would never shake his head vertically.

I don't know what to do...

"Well, it's not something you guys can swallow. But I'll have it swallowed. If I refuse, you... you're so handsome, I guess you can hang out with me."

Bardul licked his tongue.

(You said you were going to discuss it earlier... and you didn't intend to negotiate from the beginning)

But Philip finds a light in Baldur's words.

"... you can do whatever you want with me. I'll hang out with you till you die. But I want the other spirits to stay out of it."

"I understand... but I don't really want to lie. Of course, I'll let the other spirits play too."

Philip whispers in his heart.

(After all... it was no use trying to sacrifice only me. Well, I don't really believe what the demons say, but I can't believe it...)

So what do we do?

It is possible to reject the offer and fight Bardul here. If he can't win alone, he'll be able to push us back somehow.

But if I do, I don't know what will happen to Elianne.

She is not only a virgin with a beautiful appearance, but also with a beautiful heart.

He helped Philip and the others without expecting anything in return.

(Guys, I'm sorry. We can't get the saviours of our lives involved!

Philip turned forward and stared straight into Bardul's eyes.

"... I understand..."

Yes, when Philip tried to move his mouth.

"You don't have to!

A clear voice echoes through the village.

The voice turned mainly to Philip.

"E, Eliane....!

Yes, it is.

Ariane, who was supposed to be captured by the Devil - and Nigel stood beside her.