When I woke up, there was an old hag…no, Tralzard’s face was right in front of me.
We were so close that we could kiss.
My reflexes kicked in, and I punched her in the face.
Had that been my scream, or Tralzard’s?
In fact, where were we? Tralzard had crashed into a corner of the room.
The door burst open, and in came a group of people who looked very strong.
That’s when I realized that something was different.
“Huh? I can see the mana?”
Up until now, it had always been hazy. I could never tell how much mana a person had.
And then more recently, I had been inside of a Personification vessel, which meant I couldn’t read someone’s mana level at all. So this was strange… Huh? Speaking of vessels…
“Where am I?”
I asked. The strong intruders looked at me with their mouths open.
“Golan. You…you came back to life!!”
Tralzard shouted. And then it all came back to me.
My last memory was of fighting Yamato and losing.
That was a Lesser High King for you. He had some nasty techniques.
I had not expected him to be able to cut my soul out of the vessel…
Our souls were inside of the Orb of Control.
And Yamato had a technique that allowed him to sever that connection.
He said that it didn’t work on anyone equal or stronger than him. But that meant it was effective on practically everyone. He was a Lesser High King, after all.
You died in one hit. What a diabolical technique.
After thinking all of this, I noticed something else.
“I…died, didn’t I?”
Yamato killed me. And in the first place, we weren’t even in the Demon World.
“Mmmm… You did die… We all thought so.”
Tralzard got back up and walked towards me.
What was this? After seeing the old hag so closely twice in a row…I was still not used to it.
Regardless, Tralzard did confirm that I had ‘died’ in the Demon World.
I had fought against Nehyor and died… Died and gone to the Shadow World. And then I was reborn in the Human World.
So this body… Wait, what did Tralzard just say?
—You came back to life.
That’s what she had said.
If I came back, then this body should be…
“This isn’t a Personification? It’s my original body?”
“I don’t know what you are talking about. You are Golan. But this is very surprising. Well, you were always one to talk a lot of nonsense.”
Apparently, it really was my original body.
But didn’t I die in the Demon World? Why?
“Did you use some kind of resurrection art?”
“Huh? I don’t understand what you mean. There is no such art.”
“I see. So that’s not it. …Then let me ask you this again. Why am I alive?”
“Don’t ask me that. I do not know. However…your name did not disappear from the Tablet of Control.”
“Huh? The Tablet of Control?”
What was this about?
And so Tralzard explained.
It was a very shocking story.
The Tablets of Control were scattered throughout the Demon World.
There were somewhere between twenty and thirty. But no one knew for sure.
Residents of the Demon World were careless when it came to such things, and none had investigated it.
And so if someone gave me a vague estimate, I just had to accept it.
As for these Tablets of Control, they could not be moved or destroyed.
And the names that were carved on them were rewritten automatically.
Lesser Demon King, Demon King, Great Demon King, Lesser High King, High King. From the bottom to the top, the names were written.
Of course, there was a Tablet of Control in Tralzard’s lands.
She had men stick around, and record the names that had appeared and disappeared.
And so she had it investigated in order to confirm that Nehyor, the leader of the Wild Hunt, had really died. And that’s when they saw that my name was there.
It had likely been added after my evolution, and my mana had started to stablize.
That was fine.
Lesser Demon King Golan… While I wish that someone had told me about this, it wasn’t as if it really changed anything.
I’ll say it again. That was fine.
The probably was that my name was on the Tablet of Control at all.
They had been checking to see that Nehyor’s name was actually gone. And so it would be strange for my name to be there.
After killing Nehyor, I had died from wounds and poison that was inflicted during the battle.
So my name shouldn’t have been on there.
Tralzard had thought the same thing, and had them check again. But there was no mistake.
—So, I hadn’t died after all?
That’s what Tralzard had thought.
While she wasn’t sure, since my name was there, she decided to treat me as if I was still alive.
This was when Tralzard was heading out to fight a decisive battle against Demon King Legard.
So she left me to her subordinates, and fought a great battle near the border.
And after she returned, she saw that the wounds on my neck had healed.
She started to think that I really was alive. And so I was brought back to the town where she lived.
“…So, are we in the castle now?”
“Yes. I decided to treat you as if you were just sleeping. And you were brought here. But you didn’t look like you were sleeping. You looked dead. And so there was still some doubt as we watched over you.”
And then I woke up. It was pretty bad timing.
I didn’t like waking up to that face. However, as I had assumed that I was dead, I was grateful that they had saved my body like this.
It was impressive that they had been able to do it.
“There is a lot that we have to talk about concerning what happened while you were asleep. However, you have also been saying some strange things. I didn’t understand, but I remember now. Personifications are those soulless dolls that residents of the Celestial World make in order to disguise themselves as humans.”
Tralzard’s eyes sharpened.
In spite of her age, she had sharp hearing. The pointless thought entered my mind.