Maou Gakuin No Futekigousha - Chapter 480

2,000 years ago-Domfuls, the island of Dilheid, is home to the fascinated forest of Fasima.

Fasima is an elongated tree whose branches and leaves absorb toxins and miasma and filter and purify through the trunk. There is such a natural technique.

Magical paints Fabrics made from fibers from the leaves of Fasima have good paint and magical power and are often used on canvas. The sap was a good source of paint, and the branches were perfect for making paintbrushes.

Therefore, Domunfurus was considered a sacred place for painting, and gathered like-minded people.

War A civil war between demons, involving humans and spirits, created a base to protect the island in order to avoid burning Fasima's forests.

The man facing the canvas, in the shade of Fasima, full of clean air, is also one of the people who came to Domnflus Island to protect the cluster forest.

Founder Faris Noin. The shiny gold hair is finished in an artistic pompadour and wears loose beige-based clothing.

The brush that moves without stagnation is as precise as a limb, and when paint is applied to the canvas, magical powers quickly linger there. T ra n slated b y jpｍtl.ｃo ｍ

If he drew a flame in the sky, it would burn out all the wings, and if he drew a land on the sea, an island would have appeared quickly.



Faris, however, simply encloses the terrible magic of creation in a canvas. Both powerful powers and sophisticated magic techniques are all by-products of drawing the ideal picture.

That single white space was where his soul was.

Farris, who was running with a brush, was breathless. He felt a sign behind him.

"Did you disturb?"

When Faris turned, a young man in a black robe stood there.

T r an slate d b y Ｊpmtl .c o ｍ Strangely, I cannot see my face. What magic, dark shadows fall, masking the young man's real face and magic.

"No, I just took a break."

"It's a beautiful picture"

The young man progressed and stood behind Faris. What is depicted on the canvas is a tree branch without leaves. It is an abstract picture. The branches and trunks were divided innumerably, and they were all glowing.

Demon eye "You can see this cluster of forests like this"

"Why do you know why a cluster forest?"

Faris asked, as if he were interested in the words of the youth.

The picture on the canvas may look like a tree, but it is small enough to be interpreted as a forest. Nevertheless, the young man hit on exactly what Faris drew.

Demon eye "What, I just followed my gaze. You've always looked down at the forest, not the tree in front of you. It's interesting."

The mouth was slightly peeked out of the shadow, and the young man was laughing.

"What's interesting?"

"This is the picture you drew while looking into the abyss of this forest, that is, you did not look at the abyss while looking at the abyss of Fashima."

Farris was impressed. That point is correct. The nature of what he drew is not a tree.

"Do you know what I am looking at?"

"Well, I don't like painting."

Tran sla te d by ｊp m t l .c oｍ "If you win, I will draw the picture you want"

"Ho"

This time the young man glanced at an interesting glance.

"It's not the demons of this island. Unless you're a creator or a painter, you're the only invaders who come here or become our patrons."

"I guess it's an uninvited guest."

"If you seek the power of our inventor, you have a tremendous ambition."

"It's tough."

Faris stared at the young man. He is closer than before, but his face is still unclear.

The creators are good at evil eye. It is important to understand the essence of things in order to operate creative magic at a high level.

Faris Noin, who was even called a rare creator, was unable to identify himself, indicating that he was not alone.

Faris concentrates his magic on the evil eye and looks deeper into the shadows behind the source. Said the young man.

"I want a ship. A ship that can fly in the sky of destruction."

"Joke. There's nothing you can fly in the sky where the shines. No matter what flying castle ship you take, your wings will be sharpened and you'll be immediately fallen to the ground."

"Except just one"

Faris looked straight back at the young man.

"It's probably underground on this island. You've been painting over the course of ten years, and you'll soon be completing the flying castle Zelidhaven." T r a ns la te d b y jp m t l .co m

When he talked, Faris was astonished to lose his words. After a few seconds of silence, he finally opens his mouth.

"... Where, where ...?"

"It's a small ear. I sneaked in yesterday and checked it."

Faris sharpens his gaze. I never thought that there would be anyone who could sneak in at the base of the ingenious creators.

"... what are you going to do?"

"Defeat the destruction god"

The young man said nothing. As if dropping a castle, as if it were a matter of course.

"Go home"

A sharp voice flew behind the young man. At the same time, the demons appear in the shadow of the lush forest.

Everyone is just as creative as Farris.

"I guess you're wrong, but this one isn't a weapon, it's a work."

Said the elder man, Van. He is the master of Atelier Domfuls, an organization of artists and painters formed on the island.

"know"

"Depending on the conditions, we sell ourselves. If you want to create a ship, let's consider it, but the work is the soul of the creator."

T ra ns l at ed b y jp ｍ t l .ｃoｍ "I'm asking you to sell that soul."

The creators return a sharp glance to the words of the youth. They all drew a magic circle and grabbed the magic brush that appeared.

The evil eye looks into the hostility.

"I get on the island by myself, I mean, you're a strong demon, but you, Atelier Domflurs don't sell your soul. I'll go home with all your might."

Creative architecture They draw <> techniques at the brush. If young people move, they will strip their fangs all at once.

"... Master Van, please stop."

Faris said. His face was clearly frustrated.

"Don't worry. This is our sanctuary. If you're going to step on the ground, you're not alone."

Van draws a magic circle with a brush. Creative Architecture The moment a young man slowly moves his fingertips, Van uses the magic of <>.

But did not fire. The magic circle drawn by Van was filled with pure white paint.

Creative Architecture Faris's brush overwrote the technique of <> in an instant.

"Please stop, Master Van. If you fight poorly, this sacred place will sink."

"... Is that so much?"

Van asks. Quietly, Faris tells.

"Is the beauty of decadence fragrant? Even better, because I can't see her."

"Now ...?"

Van screams. He understood what Faris wanted to say.

"... That demon king Anos is defeating the Demon King Bomilas and taking control of Dilheid ...?"

He must have seen the other side of the shadow. Faris says in a confident tone.

"I guess so?"

"It's a great evil eye. I couldn't be ignored by the gods, but it was rude to not show up."

The shadow cast by Anos has disappeared, and its appearance is revealed.

Immediately, the bodies of the creators start shaking. They are threatening themselves, as if their bodies weren't listening.

Outstanding in their abyss, they could understand the enormous magic and felt the fear without fighting.

With their knees folded, they seem to be bowing down.

Even the Master Van can do his best to stand still.

The only one who could move decently was Faris.

"Please take this body with you wherever you go. I will give you my life, Devil King Anos. But this atelier and soul alone cannot be sold."

"Speaking of forgiveness?"

"Be beautiful, my brush and my soul. You have the power to defile it, but the dirty soul only decays."

Faris stared at Anos with his unbroken eyes. If the Devil is in a bad mood, even his dignity will be thoroughly violated. That would have been all right.

Still, he had something he could not afford.

"HM"

Anos turned his eyes away from Faris and looked at his canvas.

"It's a beautiful picture. It's probably a cluster of Fasima forests in the depths of your heart. You see a tree, not a tree. So something different from the real thing is drawn in this way "

Faris listens silently to the Demon King's words. The next moment, you may be killed. Such tension was standing on the spot.

"I don't understand the picture, but I don't know what you think. This is my wish. A cluster of fascinated forests that absorb and purify toxins. The wish is put in. "

Anos turned around Faris.

"Even if you don't draw such a picture, a good era"

Faris's unmistakable eyes are repainted astonishingly. He never even thought that the man, even called the Demon King of Violence, could see through his heart.

"Different?"

"House"

Farris replied, confused.

"There is the street"

"Then, draw one picture as promised."

Anos said.

"A picture of peace that there is no more. A picture that you really want to paint."

A shock from thunder hit Faris.

He thought. Perhaps the moment I was waiting was the moment when I thought I would never come.

Carefully, Faris said, choosing words.

"... My picture is only when imagination and reality overlap. I can imagine peace. But I have never seen peace ..."

He cannot draw a picture of peace. It has never come true, even though I want to paint.

I thought so.

"That's why the destruction is made depravity. Without that god, many can survive.

The Demon King said dignifiedly.

"End this war"

I don't even dream. Nobody can do that.

"... are you really talking?"

Anos takes the glance asking him straight. His eyes were steady and relentless.

"Farris, buy your soul. I'm not free. I'll give you peace."

A drop of tears spills from Farris's eyes. He kneeled down there and bowed to Anos.

The infamous Devil King Anos. But he did not suspect him of dust. A fascinated forest that has been painted. It was only him, later and earlier, who took that intent.

In the era of constant myths of strife, the demons raised their temper when they destroyed their enemies, but no demons ever spoke of peace. If it didn't end, he would give up if he couldn't.

He didn't even give up or even think, and believed that fighting was normal.

For the first time, I got an understanding person. Farris wanted to paint the picture he wanted.

As a creator, that was what motivated me.

"Be sure to give your Majesty a picture of peace."

Shortly after this vow, Farris and Atelier Domfulus gradually understood that the ambition of the Demon King for peace had been his heart.

He began the path of reconciliation, degrading the God of Destruction, reducing lives lost from the world, and holding hands with the Creator, the Great Spirit, and the brave.

Faris was immersed in the creation of the flying castle Zelidhaven. As it neared completion, Anos's plan also went well.

After a while-there is a great opportunity to defeat the destruction god.

In front of Anos, who traveled to Domnflus Island, was a flying castle that had countless gun turrets, strong wings, and could travel freely even in the destruction sky.

"... How about your Majesty?"

"It's amazing."

Anos said, looking into the abyss of the flying castle Zledhevnus.

"But there is one thing to worry about."

Anos pointed to the front of the flying castle. Upon seeing it, Farris expressed her thoughts.

"... Is that the picture?"

"Oh"

At one point, where countless techniques are connected and magical power is supplied, is a picture of Fasima's cluster forest.

If you engrave a decent technique in that place, the performance of Zered Hevnus will be somewhat improved.

Flying through the skies of destruction is hard for Zelidhaven. The performance of the ship should have been raised to its limits, but at the same time it was not surrendered to Faris.

The flying castle Xerid Hevnus is not a weapon but a work.

The turret was attached. The outer wall has also been strengthened. However, engraving a clumsy technique there was not allowed by his belief.

I knew it was not perfect as a weapon, but I left it. It is probably a sweet idea now that he has become a member of the Demon Army.

Still he is a creator. You cannot fight if you defile your soul.

The men who went with him all took that feeling into account. Until you bet on death.

Faris thinks, however, that this is not something that the Demon King who wants to fulfill his wish for peace cannot miss.

He will be ordered to fix it.

But as long as Farris is alive, it cannot be fixed. Zered Hevnus is now complete.

He prepared for punishment. If you have Zedrid Hevnus so far, you will easily be able to fine-tune it after you die.

You can't draw a picture of peace, but the Demon King surely brings peace. It is their creator's longing.

Faris thought it was inevitable.

"It's a bad picture. Mostly, I drew it while thinking about unnecessary things."

Farris makes her eyes round.

"Repaint. It's beautiful."

He just stared at the lord's face.

"I can't save my life on a clumsy ship. If I think I can't fly, I won't fly any birds."

Farris kneels and bows deeply.

"Until tomorrow morning.

"The Majesty"

At this time, Faris swears again. He draws a picture of peace for this lord anyway.