Is this really just an RPG? !

Some people say that this world was once destroyed.

Others say that the world is never out of crisis.

Some people even said that the chief culprit who caused the destruction of this world is still accumulating his own strength somewhere, in order to realize his ideal again.

But it's just that some people say that no one knows what the truth is like, or that everyone who knows has died, right? "Dead people can't talk" has almost become a well-known fact, but there is a group of people who believe that even dead people can speak and learn what they need from it.

After watching the brave man and princess leave, the boy took off his helmet, looked at the sky and let out a deep breath. There was a slight deviation between the development of the story in front of him and the picture in his memory, which made him wonder if it was right or wrong to go on like this. So, the boy threw the helmet aside and sat on the ground weakly.

"are you OK?"

A small elf appeared beside the boy and asked in a concerned tone.

Turning his head to look at his partner, the boy forced a smile on his face.

"Ah, just a little tired, you know I'm not very good at pretending."

"Eh? Is there anything your respected Highness Spike is not good at!"

The elf yelled in surprise, as if hearing something incredible.

Although this is more of a joke.

"I'm not a god, and even a god can't be good at everything."

"For example?"

"My mother actually doesn't have any creativity, and many things are just imitations."

"..."

The elf didn't answer.

It's not that she doesn't want to answer, but considering her own status, it's not convenient for her to continue teasing, because this time the target is a god. Although she knew that retribution was impossible, the habit left after studying in the Elven Academy made her subconsciously not talk about gods.

But teenagers are different.

"Here it goes again. In fact, many guys in the God Realm are like this, just get used to it."

"Sorry, my lord."

"I said it all, don't call me master and don't add an adult... Oh, by the way, what's the next move?"

"It is estimated that Master, you still need to be the devil Spike for a while."

"It's so troublesome...but is it really okay?"

"'Devil King Spike' itself has disappeared from history. In order to maintain this history, someone must make up for it. Even if the small details can be ignored, the big aspects must be done. That is to say, Master, Afterwards, you will gather several generals of the Demon Race, and then go to the battlefield in the south..."

"Then sacrifice there, and then the Demon Race will have civil strife because of the loss of the Demon King, right? I remember it a long time ago."

"You did your homework well, my lord."

The boy turned his head away from looking at his rigid partner.

As I just said, this is the case in history, but for some unknown reason, the existence of "Devil King Spike" disappeared. In order to make up for this incident, the boy decided to pretend to be Spike himself, and then maintain it until the moment when Spike died on the southern battlefield.

It's just... There are some problems that he can't figure out.

"The demon king and the brave man are twins. This seems to be a curse, a curse that has existed since the birth of Lindsay Continent, a curse that exists between the Alexander Empire and the demon territory."

Every devil and hero are born together and perish together.

However, the situation in front of him is developing in an unexpected place.

The previous brave gave his life early because of the seal, and the previous devil Spike also disappeared, but according to history, Spike should have existed until the Southern War began... In this regard, it is different from "the brave and the devil" twins" creates a contradiction.

"Really, no problem?"

The boy asked his partner like this.

"It's really fine."

The elf partner nodded affirmatively.

There was silence for a while, the elf didn't know what he was thinking, while the boy continued to look up at the sky and the clouds.

"Cook, if we find Spike, can we know the truth?"

"Spike is dead."

The elf called Cook replied.

"Ah, I mean if Spike's body can be found? Or the soul? There will be something left, right?"

The boy looked at Cook expectantly.

However no answer was received.

The boy didn't feel lost, and continued talking on his own.

"Even a dead person can speak, not to mention that I have no other choice."

"I want to know the truth. I can feel that it won't be long before the guy who destroyed the world will sweep over."

"This is the world my mother created and cherished, and I want to protect her."

"Cook?"

"...Master, you are very annoying, can you not disturb me when Cook is calculating."

"Eh?"

The boy looked at his partner blankly.

It didn't take long for him to see Cook's helpless but smiling expression.

"The location of the target has been confirmed, but Master, you must ensure that you return to the headquarters during the main stage of the war. Now you can consider talking to the generals first. After all, they don't seem to recognize you very much."

Cook said so.

In other words, she agreed with the boy's decision.

As long as the teenager can complete his own tasks, the extra things can be considered as side tasks.

"Okay, I know!"

The boy stood up and yelled, then put on the helmet, adjusted his breathing a little, and then returned to the appearance of "Devil King Spike" and left the room, leaving Cook alone in the bedroom.

"...Mia?"

Cook looked at his communicator in a daze.

It clearly stated the question "My boss is an idiot, what should I do if he is always in a daze and doesn't work hard?" She didn't know how to answer for a while.

If I remember correctly... Mia's boss is Lindsay, right? Is it really okay to make fun of your boss?