The Regressed One's Mercy to the Demon King's Daughter's Professor
The group of bandits, appearing as mountain bandits, had surrounded the refugees.
“Hah, our luck is good. These are high-quality ones! High-quality!”
One of the refugees stepped forward and pleaded desperately.
“Please, just the women and children…”
The bandit leader, perhaps moved by the refugee’s desperate plea, wiped his eyes as if tears had welled up.
He gently took the refugee’s rough, calloused hands in both of his, as if truly comforting him.
Crack.
Then he snapped the wrist.
“Gwaaaak!!”
The expression of genuine empathy from moments ago vanished, replaced by delight.
“Hah. You want to hear something believable? Sending a weak woman who can be sold for money? You won’t get anything in return from those fleeing anyway.”
“Ugh… I have money saved. I’ll give it all to you, so please…”
“Is that your money? It’s our money. You have no power to protect it, yet you claim ownership. Brother, we’re criminals, but for someone like you, a demon, we can do anything!”
Just as he was about to fulfill his duty as a bandit.
“What’s going on?”
It was a young man who resembled a noble.
A man dressed in impeccably clean imperial uniform, with a hint of neurosis. A pitch-black sword hung at his waist.
Above all, what drew the eye was his unusual grey hair and eyes.
The bandits judged that he was at least not a commoner.
He bowed deeply at 90 degrees, rubbing his hands together.
“Oh my~. Come quickly! Is there perhaps a woman you find pleasing?”
“A demon?”
“Yes, yes! Look, you can see the horns! It must be a demon! We’ll capture him right away for you!”
“Done.”
The young man, called Aaron Patrick, put on his gloves and created a single rune in the air.
It was a character that even the bandits, who had no scholarly knowledge, could not recognize.
It was a character that had already been obsolete in modern times.
The only reason the bandits could recognize it was because they had seen the magic that decided the reclamation of Londinium.
[Kano (kano)] — Burn it away.
The young man chanted the incomprehensible character exactly as it was, and flames bloomed.
The difference from before was that the flames were not directed at the ‘ma’.
“Uwaaaak! Fire! Fire!! Put it out quickly. Someone, put it out!”
They were fellow humans.
The bandits rolled on the dirt ground to extinguish the flames, but they showed no signs of going out.
Many were burning, and even those who couldn’t understand were stunned by the incomprehensible situation.
Among them, only the leader quickly regained his composure.
He raised his sword toward the young man and vented his frustration.
“Why are you attacking us! Demons are not us, those horned bastards!”
“Shut up.”
Aaron Patrick, the young man called that, calmly slipped on his black leather gloves and glared at the leader.
The leader was certain.
A man who had lived as a mercenary for years to reclaim Londinium.
That he had the ability to see through tactical essentials the moment he participated in one war and immediately dismantle them.
A man who mercilessly slaughtered demons.
He remembered the name of the man called ‘Malevolent Fiend’ to demons.
Aaron Patrick.
Because he was certain, the bandits couldn’t understand why someone who seemed to hate demons more than anyone else would do this.
“Why demons like you!”
Aaron Patrick’s gaze turned to the leader of the bandits, who was complaining. The leader, facing the grey eyes, trembled.
Empty.
“Explanation to a bug is necessary?”
“Th-this! Kill the survivors quickly! If you give us time, we’ll be exterminated!”
As a response to the mage, the leader made an excellent judgment.
Giving time to those building spells was suicide.
However, there was a mistake.
It was a method that did not work on Aaron Patrick.
[Isa (isa)] — Freeze.
For a normal mage, the scale of the spell to build in five minutes would be covered by the bandits in just five seconds.
What remained in that place were only Aaron Patrick and the frozen humans.
When the situation ended, an old man in a butler’s uniform approached Aaron, holding a bag in one hand.
“Were there any escapees?”
“Given how cleanly the young master handled it, this old man didn’t need to move. Everyone is dead.”
“Identities.”
The old man set down the bag he was holding, and the contents inside spilled out.
Corpses.
“They are not demons, but humans.”
“Yes, we can’t determine exactly, but these bandits are probably deserters or those who killed them to obtain weapons. As the young master predicted, they were targets that needed to be killed in any case.”
“I see.”
“Th-thank you for saving us!”
A demon refugee cautiously approached and prostrated himself on the ground, bowing.
Aaron took off his leather gloves and put them in his pocket, saying.
“Get lost, you stubborn fool.”
Aaron Patrick.
A family that hated demons and slaughtered them.
A dense killing intent emanated from him.
The demon trembled in fear from the killing intent so dense it was hard to breathe.
Just as he thought he would die, the old man stopped him.
“Hohoho, you don’t need to be so scared. Even if the young master says such things, we haven’t gone astray as humans to the point of massacring you helpless people.”
“Cough, cough. Still, it seems there’s a grudge against our race…”
“Yes. Honestly, even if I kill you right now, even if it’s evaluated as cruel, there’s a past that others would understand if they heard it.”
“Th-then. Why us?”
But he didn’t.
“Because I’m a noble.”
Nobles had learned not to trample on the weak, but to protect them.
“Also…”
He closed his lips as if he couldn’t finish the last words.
“…Get out of here quickly. Before I kill you.”
At his words, the refugees hurriedly packed their belongings and left the place. When they left, Aaron called out to the old man.
“Sebastian.”
“Were you calling, Young Master?”
“How likely is it that they will return to the demon realm alive?”
“It will be difficult. The reclamation of Londinium has just ended. There are probably quite a few deserters in the vicinity, not just the bandits from just now. And judging by their appearance, it seems they are in a state of no food and just starting to climb the mountain. If my old man’s prediction is correct, even if they are not deserters, they will die devoured by the mountains.”
Aaron’s brows furrowed very slightly at the old man’s criticism.
“…Take the bag with food and head to the demons. I won’t carry the rest.”
“Understood.”
Aaron, whose mood became uncomfortable at the sight of Sebastian’s sing-song smile for some reason, asked.
“Why are you smiling like that.”
“Because the young master speaks harshly but doesn’t care so meticulously? It reminds me of the late family head. He seemed to speak plainly and without emotion on the surface, but always…”
“Rubbish.”
“Hohoho, you don’t need to be so embarrassed.”
“Sebastian.”
Only then did the old man prepare to pick up a large bag and leave the place. Before leaving, he added one last word to Aaron.
“The fact that I can’t be honest is the same for the family head and the young master, so there’s meaning in serving you. Hohoho. Then, please leave the pursuit of the pursuers to the young master.”
Just as Aaron was about to call him, he was already chasing the refugees to faithfully perform his master’s command.
Within the bounds of not letting his dignity fall, Aaron let out a small sigh.
The last words he hadn’t said in the middle weren’t particularly important.
Even if he said Aaron Patrick had regressed, no one would believe it.
The fact that the woman who was the daughter of the demon king before regression saved him just before he was about to die.
The fact that because of that one demon king daughter, his thoughts about demons changed, and after regression, he went to the academy with such trouble to meet the demon king’s daughter again.
He thought it was unbelievable even to himself, and not something befitting a noble, so there was no reason to tell others.
But since he had obtained one chance, he would use it usefully.
This time, a life without mistakes. And yet, I don’t have full confidence in these emotions.
To meet the daughter of the enemy who killed my parents and my first love.