DUNGEON DEFENSE - DUNGEON DEFENSE Volume 4 - Chapter 6: Intermission
“Yes. Let us begin.”
Without needing the other side to say so first.
This lady and Barbatos took out our masks and put them on.
It was not only the two of us. The majority of the Demon Lords who were watching the performance put on masks as well. Only the 7 betrayers were dubious and started to whisper among one another. They were people that ridiculed not only the factions but the ideal of the Crescent Alliance itself. The embrace of the world is not sufficient enough to forgive them.
⎯⎯ What is this fuss?
⎯⎯ Do they intend to hold a surprise concert······?
⎯⎯ In any case, that child’s performance is rather······.
It was at that moment.
Blood splattered here and there from the seats that were arranged for the Demon Lords. The ones wearing masks stabbed, impaled with swords, and hacked with axes the bodies of the ones who were not wearing masks. The ancestral rite ceremony that was tranquil with music instantly turned into a realm of Hell.
⎯⎯ Wait, what are you······!?
The traitors rolled on the ground and stretched out their arms. Their bodies were half covered in dirt and half covered in blood. Even if they stretched out their arms and requested for someone to rescue them, be it the Mountain Faction or the Plains Faction, there was no one who would show them mercy. Their fingers were soon stabbed by spears and severed by blades, making them fly throughout the air one finger at a time. Screams and groans mixed together, causing the auditorium to descend into being a slaughterhouse in a flash.
Those trying to kill people.
Those trying to not be killed by people.
Those who are trying to block the people that are attempting to escape.
Those who use the people beside them as a sacrifice and try to run away.
This lady spoke emotionlessly.
“······How should we absorb the military troops of the traitors?”
“It’d be difficult to manage them, so is there really a need to absorb them?”
Barbatos yawned. She lifted her wine glass to take a sip, but she then remembered the fact that she was wearing a mask and cursed.
“Fuck. In any case, just finishing them off would be fine since it’d be easier on the mind. There’s probably a lot of spies hidden among them, anyway. Picking each and every one of them out would be a chore.”
In that moment, a single Demon Lord rushed to us and groveled on the ground. He was not a member of this lady’s faction. This lady recalls that he was one of the low ranking Demon Lords that Barbatos led around.
⎯⎯Your Excellency Barbatos! S-Save me! Those people went insane and are······!
However, before he could even finish his sentence. The air was split by Barbatos’ light downward hand gesture, and that formless blade decapitated the man’s head just like that. With its head gone, the body shook back and forth before falling backwards with a thud. Barbatos yawned once more.
“Haamm. We should have done this sooner. We ended up fucking around and pointlessly throwing him into prison. I thought that Dantalian had sex with you so I had contemplated on whether I should get rid of him or not.”
“No. Like I said, that was a misunderstanding.”
“That’s if I can easily believe the words you say, bitch.”
“This lady is going to say this now, but during the 2nd expedition, this lady suggested that we should retreat quickly since something felt amiss, you know? The one who did not believe that and asserted that we should continue advancing until the very end was you.”
“······Was it like that?”
“It was. Who is calling who a fool all the time, truly.”
This lady shut her lips. Soon after, Barbatos went silent as well. For the first time in quite a long time, the two of us were seated side by side and watched the girl who was still playing the piano despite the slaughter that was occurring. Barbatos looked up towards the sky and muttered.
“It’s spring. Hey, the weather is good. It’d be easy to kill people.”
Those words most likely were not directed to anyone specific. However, this lady unconsciously raised her head as well. In that place, the clouds were drifting across the evening sky, indifferent to what was happening on the ground.
“Yes. It is already spring.”
Similar to how the sky is indifferent to our affairs, we also kill the people who must be killed while being unrelated to the sky.
Although it was an affair that momentarily, flowed by on some spring day.