The NTR Hero Knelt Before the Demon King – Chapter 172

The Magic King, with his saber drawn, charged toward me.

Feeling deep confusion in the face of his ominous energy, I quickly braced for impact.

– Clang!!!

In a sharp clash, the Magic King’s blade met mine.

It was hard to believe that this was the power coming from a girl who couldn’t possibly be a witch…

Simultaneously, the strength emanating from her was far beyond what one could expect from her form.

Automatically furrowing my brow, I focused on defense as much as possible.

If my attacks wielding the great sword were heavy and laden with power, the Magic King’s strikes focused on speed and finesse—an agile swordsmanship that was slightly absurd for wielding a saber nearly her height. Still, her strength made it no easy feat to contend with her onslaught.

‘At least it’s fortunate that, being a hybrid magic swordsman, her swordsmanship is somewhat below mine. Plus, while she’s generally strong, she’s relatively weaker than me.’

Keeping this in mind, I began to calmly look for an opening in her attacks.

Fortunately, as time passed, I started to discern the flow of her strikes.

This wasn’t just due to my enhanced perception from possessing the body of a hero, but more so because her movements were surprisingly straightforward.

‘Her close-range attacks are by no means weak, but is she really just a hybrid?’

It was still possible that this was a feint.

However, at this point, she showed no signs of having the leisure to pull off such a trick.

Deceiving an opponent and hiding one’s abilities requires some level of energy.

Recognizing this as her true strength in close combat, I prepared to pounce on the moment I saw an opening.

Her sword danced gracefully, fast and sharp, yet I began to slowly adjust my great sword’s angle in accordance with her predictable rhythm.

Not merely blocking her attacks, but positioning it like a predator ready to seize its prey, I aimed to claw at her neck with my great sword.

Whether she sensed this subtle shift or not was uncertain, but the Magic King kept swinging her sword tirelessly in the same pattern with no countermeasures.

And finally—

– Clang!

With a resounding parry against the Magic King’s attack, I pushed my sword forward with force.

“!”

A massive opening appeared in an instant.

Seizing that moment, I swung my sword with all my might toward the Magic King.

“Haahhh!!”

With a battle cry, an enormous surge of magic power burst forth as I aimed to devastate everything in front of me. The Magic King’s face started to reflect pure surprise.

With one arm severed, she let go of her saber.

But…

“Heh…”

“!?”

In the final moment, the Magic King let out a small chuckle directed at me.

I felt a wave of confusion wash over me as I started to become wary inside.

‘What… what is this? Did she somehow prepare a counter to turn the tables in this situation?’

I couldn’t be certain, but it was a valid concern.

After all, this place was the capital of the Magic Kingdom, Rehi, the very heart of her territory.

There was ample room for suspicion that she had some sinister gambit ready to deploy.

Moreover, in stories like this, it’s a well-known pattern for the final boss to resort to dirty tricks during the climax.

In addition, the fact that the Magic King, inherently a witch, had decided to engage me in a close battle, which favored me, seemed suspicious.

With that in mind, I started to fear that perhaps the Magic King was about to transform for a second time… as I hurried to regain my stance.

But then…

“…Huh… Huh…”

“…?”

The Magic King was struggling to hold back laughter while observing me.

With blood dripping from her severed arm and a grimaced face, she surprisingly wore an expression that seemed rather relieved.

“…If you have something to do, hurry it up. Don’t dilly-dally.”

Keeping my sword pointed at her neck, I voiced my thoughts with caution.

I intended to execute her at the first hint of treachery.

However, the Magic King replied with a voice that felt oddly calm.

“Did you really have the foresight to think that far ahead? How wonderful… to be so overvalued like this, I almost feel grateful.”

“…What?”

“It’s nothing… The abilities I could showcase… this is the end… of it.”

Speaking with a sense of relief, the Magic King stated.

With a cold demeanor, I retorted.

“Is that so? Then I need to put an end to this too.”

Along with those words, I pushed my sword closer to her neck and spoke in a chilling tone.

“Release the magic at once. If you cooperate willingly, I’ll spare your life. But refuse, and I’ll break your fingers one by one.”

“…Well… that would be good.”

With that, the Magic King slowly extended one arm towards me.

I took this as her intent to dispel the magic and quietly awaited her next move.

But then…

“…What are you doing? Hurry up.”

“…What?”

“Didn’t you just say you’d break each of my fingers? Hurry up. Being subjected to such a fate by the one who defeated me—such an exhilarating thing, isn’t it?”

“…”

Her face flushed with genuine joy, she continued to babble, leaving me speechless.

Recognizing once again that the Magic King was an unimaginable pervert, I was engulfed with a feeling of panic.

‘Well… a crazy person who freezes the world and talks about creating artworks couldn’t possibly be normal in the first place.’

With those thoughts, I couldn’t help but frown at how troublesome this situation had become.

If she were someone capable of rational conversation, I might have had a chance to persuade her, but doing anything against a madwoman was far more challenging.

Still, if I were to kill her outright, it might lead to other problems I couldn’t foresee, so I decided to keep that as a last resort.

Thus, feeling a headache coming on, I faced the Magic King and asked.

“What do you want? What must I do for you to lift this magic?”

“Well…? To be honest, if you think continuing to live like this is preferable… there are indeed methods if you truly desire them.”

“What kind of methods…?”

“Hehe… that’s the thing…”

With those words, the Magic King slowly stood up and began to approach me.

Feeling a sense of foreboding, I tightened my grip on the sword aimed at her neck, preparing for the worst.

But then…

“Hehe…”

“!?”

The next moment, she began to slowly remove her clothes accompanied by a gleeful chuckle.

Caught off guard by her unexpected action, I was soon overwhelmed by deep confusion.

“What… what are you doing?”

“What does it look like…? In a secluded place with two men and women in such a heated atmosphere—what follows is obvious, isn’t it?”

“…”

“If it were my original intention, I would have liked to enjoy this atmosphere forever, but seeing you, who’ve defeated me, changed my mind. If you give me that seed of yours, I’ll end this situation for you. How about that?”

Somehow, this predicament felt akin to a room where there was no escape unless I complied.

I automatically furrowed my brow, beginning to mull over this situation.

The Magic King demanding such a thing for the sake of saving the world.

But I already had a woman I loved and had promised a future with, and at the same time, she was carrying my child.

No matter the greater cause, allowing myself to be entangled with her in this scenario was akin to betrayal.

‘But if I don’t accept her proposal, the world might genuinely descend into chaos…’

Thus, I found myself caught in a conundrum with no easy answer.

And ultimately, after much deliberation, I reached one clear conclusion.

That was, in fact…

*

The Forbidden Dreamland that had been secured began to slowly unravel.

The people who had been petrified started to move again, and those who appeared lifeless began to emit ghastly screams once more.

“Gaaaahhh!!!”

“Monster… It’s a monster!!”

“Don’t come near me!… Don’t come near me! Ahhhh!!!”

As the hold of Dreamland broke, the beasts of God Amun, who had been halted, went wild again.

The capital of Rehi became filled with the screams and bloodshed of people, while the witches guarding the altar fled, scattering in all directions.

And amidst this chaos, he—

Hero Ellen let out a subtle sigh before starting to move forward slowly.

Cradling a small something in his arms.