Will I End Up As a Hero or a Demon King (WN)

Chapter 238

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Chapter 238 – Ancient Race

Strangely enough, I have been sensitive to subtle nuances since childhood.

I wanted to be praised and accepted, not rejected or abused.

The circumstances that made me sensitive to others’ facial expressions, gestures, and tone of voice varied, but even before I developed these skills as a salesperson, I was quick to sense changes and people’s emotions.

However, even though I understood, I lacked the ability to avoid negative emotions.

This is why I immediately grasped the gravity of the situation during the Divine Communication stage.

There was a mysterious area covered by a membrane that I couldn’t enter without conscious effort.

Inside were two mummified corpses, and on a gold plate was written something that wasn’t a suicide note but facts about demons.

The person who wrote it was likely the one referred to as the “Demon King of that time,” though this was only speculation.

At that time, I was talking to Felin, who quickly became quiet and seemed to be choosing her words carefully.

The last straw came when Feeril and Riste interrupted our conversation.

It was also unusual that Felin did not reprimand them but instead let them continue the conversation.

(I couldn’t get any clear information about the demon’s whereabouts. This seems like it’s going to be a big deal.)

Come to think of it, this is the first time since the battle with King Ant.

Feeril and Riste descended to the lower world in front of me, and I took them with me once again to visit the “hideout” at the bottom of the crack.

“How is it?”

I asked Riste, who was still dressed in white and looking serious.

“The foundation is definitely Barrier Magic, but if it’s causing unconscious evasive actions and creating false scenery to hide them, then other magic is probably involved as well.”

“Just hearing about it makes it sound impressive.”

“If what Loki-kun said is true and no one is casting the magic, then this advanced barrier must have been created with a magical tool from Primus’s era. But how is the magical power being supplied…?”

“I’ll check on the two inside first, so please take care of that over there, Riste.”

“Yes, I’ll head over once I’ve finished checking.”

After passing through the barrier, Riste entered the lush green forest.

Feeril and I entered the cave where the bodies were.

There was no conversation during that time.

Feeril looked tense, as if she were thinking hard. I couldn’t bring myself to talk to her.

“Is this the place?”

“Yeah.”

This hideout, which I hadn’t seen since yesterday, looked exactly the same.

The air was still dry, and the gold plate I had left on the desk was still there.

A lot of dust had piled up in the corner of the room.

I had nothing to do but stare at the body while Feeril decided what to do.

I didn’t know what skills she had, but she moved right next to the body and stared at it intently with her eyes narrowed.

Then, looking satisfied, she nodded several times and deeply slashed her left arm.

“Huh? Hey… What are you doing!?”

“Loki-kun, you did a good job.”

She pointed her arm toward the child’s body. Her actions and words were so incongruous that I couldn’t understand what was going on.

“No, no, I don’t understand!”

“First, I’m healing them. Loki-kun seems to have misunderstood, but these two aren’t dead yet, you know?”

“???”

Even after hearing the explanation, I was more confused than ever.

The scene before my eyes could be described as slightly insane.

Feeril was dripping blood from her fingertips onto the child’s face, and her eyes seemed to glow.

Is that recovery?

(Could they have done something like this when they were trying to revive me?)

The thought made my body tremble.

What does it mean that they’re not dead?

Even without looking closely, the corpses are just empty shells, and there’s no magical power inside them.

But it seems that my reaction was expected.

“I know it looks like an old corpse, but the fact that my Divine Eye can see through it proves that they are not yet dead.”

“I-in this state…? And what’s the meaning of letting your blood drip like that?”

When I asked the obvious question, she chuckled.

Feeril answered with a light laugh.

“Even after hearing Loki-kun’s story, I couldn’t believe it either. But they both possess a very special skill called Magic Regeneration.”

“Hmm, it doesn’t seem to be listed in the skill tree either.”

“That’s because it’s a racial trait of an ancient race thought to have become extinct long ago.”

“……Oh!”

I didn’t think it was possible, but the skill name, Magic Regeneration, and what Feeril was doing made me think of a certain race.

Something nearly immortal that craves blood—there’s not much else that fits.

“Could it be something like a vampire?”

“Loki-kun, you’re definitely from another world, aren’t you? You got it right!”

“Oh…”

A fantasy staple!

I can’t contain my excitement at the thought of this race tugging at my middle school heartstrings and restoring their bodies right before my eyes!

But wait… One of them is the Demon King, isn’t it? Since they both have Magic Regeneration, does that mean the Demon King is both a demon and a vampire? I don’t get it.

Pik… Pak…

As I’m left confused, I hear a sound unlike anything I’ve ever heard before—something solid suddenly exploding.

“Fufu, I tried using my vague memories, but it seems like they’ve finally started moving again. I was worried that too much time had passed and they wouldn’t work.”

“This is amazing. The body is slowly swelling up. If it’s a vampire, it might be better to put some blood in its mouth. I’ll help you.”

“Could you open its mouth wide, please?”

It’s impossible to do anything with this dry, cracked skin!”

I turned the mouth upward and did my best to help out.

Even after blood was poured into the mouth, it seemed to take a while. As I listened to the conversation, it became clear that Feeril was pinning her hopes on this child.

If it works, the seed will revive. Showing such sincere joy in moments like these is truly befitting of the Goddess of Life.

On another note, since it’s called Magic Regeneration, wouldn’t Magic Transfer be more effective? However, it seems these two are in a “temporary death” state—neither dead nor alive—so Magic Transfer wouldn’t work even if I tried.

People without magic stones have magic circulating in their blood. The only way to promote spontaneous recovery is to infuse them with enough magic to recover naturally along with their blood.

A goddess with an enormous amount of magical power would be the perfect candidate to play the role of blood donor.

“How did it go?”

“It went well. Both of them were confirmed to be ‘bloodsuckers.’”

“I see… So that’s how it was. I also recovered the magic tools without incident. Instead of narrowing the target range, it seems they were designed to naturally absorb magic power.”

When I looked back at Riste, she had placed a box about the size of a human head on the stone desk.

It was slightly smaller than the wooden box used for the barrier in the mercenary guild’s room. Considering the difference in performance, I could tell just from looking at it that Primus’s technology and present-day technology were completely different.

I wonder how much this is worth. There’s definitely something valuable in this suspicious place.

After that, prompted by Feeril, Riste began pouring blood into the child’s mouth.

During that time, I watched the skin gradually tighten while glancing at the person lying next to the child.

No matter how I looked at it, that person was the Demon King.

There were two targets, but Feeril asked Riste to heal the child, too, and she immediately nodded.

This means the goddess probably has no intention of healing the presumed Demon King.

How pitiful.

I think such things because I’m unfamiliar with the circumstances and history of this world. I only know this person’s thoughts from the gold plate.

The gold plate said there was no chance for his magic to recover, but somehow, I found him.

Just as the child next to him is recovering, so will he.

If he recovers, perhaps he will find the answers to his questions and continue his journey to find his kind, which was cut short.

Besides, this person should be a Spatial Magic user, so maybe he knows how to obtain it.

“You’ll help the adult, too, right?”

Please heal him. I’ll give him my blood if I have to.

I thought so, but Riste looked at Feeril, who shook her head in confusion.

“Loki-kun, I’m afraid it’s impossible for the adult.”

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