Zilbagias the Demon Prince: How the Seventh Prince Brought Down the Kingdom Volume 5 (eBook)

Tomoaki Amagi (Autor)

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2025
250 Seiten
J-Novel Club (Verlag)
978-1-7183-3350-5 (ISBN)

Infos

Zilbagias has arrived at the front lines of the war against the Panhuman Alliance. The attack on Evaloti, the capital city of Deftelos and a crucial stronghold for the Alliance, begins in earnest. And though seemingly every possible advantage favors the denizens of the dark, humanity will not go down without a fight. Heroes, Swordmasters, and elite forest elf mages from across the Alliance have banded together to man the lines-ensuring that every inch the demons take is paid for in blood. This of course puts Zilbagias in a convenient position as each demon slain makes his job easier, and each human he kills bolsters his own power further...even if it comes at the cost of both his heart and mind.

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Chapter 1: Hell’s Cauldron

“They’re on the move.”

In the prayer room of Fort Sikind, the westernmost of the fortresses defending Evaloti, a forest elf mage’s ears started to twitch. She heard the distant rumbling of thousands of footfalls. The demonic army had finally begun its attack.

The mage took a long, deep breath. It was less a sigh of grief and more an attempt at cooling the burning desire in her heart to fight. She had the usual dark tan of a forest elf. However, likely due to stress, she had sunken cheeks and dark circles under her eyes—not to mention the fact that she moved sluggishly. Beneath her healthy complexion was a melancholic spirit. Her indigo eyes opened, as if freeing the inferno that was her hatred and anger for the denizens of the dark.

That forest elf’s name was Heleina. Though she was not even a hundred years old, still quite young for a forest elf, she had been born into a bloodline of high elves. As such, she had already achieved status as a high-ranked mage among the forest elves.

“Heleina,” another elf, deep wrinkles clearly present around his eyes, spoke softly. “Don’t get so worked up. You need to relax.”

“Come on, gramps!” Heleina immediately snapped at the older elf. “You expect me to relax in a situation like this?! I’ve finally, finally made it to the front lines! I can finally”—Heleina struggled to squeeze out her next words—“get revenge for Liliana!”

There was a young high elf saint known as Liliana El Del Milfrul, princess of the forest elves. Not only was she Heleina’s childhood friend, but they had been raised like sisters. Though Heleina was actually a bit younger, Liliana aged at a slower rate since she was a high elf. That coupled with her airy personality had led Heleina to take up an older sister role, looking after Liliana.

And yet Liliana had been sent to the battlefield first. Her power as a saint had been deemed necessary on the front lines. The queen had other sons and daughters besides Liliana, but mature high elves could not stray far from the Sacred Tree, the source of power for all forest elves. So Liliana, having inherited high elf blood more potent than her siblings’ while still being young enough to leave the Sacred Tree, had been sent to battle.

Her arrival at the front lines had made an incredible difference. The crumbling Alliance forces had been stabilized, and the demons’ advance had slowed considerably. But all it did was slow, not fully stop. Unable to halt their advance, Liliana had continued to throw herself into brutal conflict after brutal conflict. All the while Heleina had been held back due to her family’s unwillingness to risk losing their only daughter. If such a thing were to happen, it would mean the end of their bloodline.

“She joined that assault on the Demon King’s castle...and she never returned...!”

The regret overwhelmed her. Just before the assault, Heleina had been able to tell Liliana felt cornered, but she had been unable to do anything for her. If only she had been allowed to fight earlier. If only she could have gone with her. In the years since the assault on the Demon King’s castle, Heleina had lived perpetually tormented by her own guilt. What kind of friend was she? What kind of sister was she? When Liliana had needed her most, she wasn’t there by her side.

But just the other day, Heleina had finally been blessed with a younger brother. With the fear and weight of her family’s bloodline ceasing to exist off her shoulders, she was finally able to participate in the fighting. She was finally able to get revenge for Liliana.

“No matter how many demons, no matter how many individuals of the night I kill, it won’t be enough. I’ll show them all...!” In the corners of her eyes, tears started to well up as a bloodthirsty expression crept onto her face.

“I understand how you feel. Painfully so.” The old elf gently knocked on the top of her head. “But...I’ll repeat myself. Don’t get too worked up, Heleina.” His voice was solid as a stone.

“Gramps...” Heleina gulped. The old elf had the calmness and composure of a great tree, his blue eyes as icy as spring water in the heart of winter.

“She was like my own great-granddaughter. So I share your feelings.”

She called the old elf “gramps” since he had looked after and played with Heleina and Liliana since they were young. The two had grown close enough to him that he might as well have been their great-grandfather.

“Your hatred is understandable, but you cannot let it consume you. High elf blood flows through your body. If nothing happens to you, you could easily live another seven centuries.” Though the old elf spoke matter-of-factly, the human priests and soldiers couldn’t help but make strained expressions. The long-lived races. That name was hard for them to swallow.

Ordinary forest elves could expect to live well past five hundred years. High elves with mostly pure blood could stretch that to a thousand. The scale of their lifespans was just on an entirely different level.

“Giving in to hatred will cut your life incredibly short. You will find a grave right here on the battlefield. That would be a monumental waste. Think about how much good you could do with your life. Don’t allow your hatred to consume you. Tame it, control it. That will let you exact your revenge on the dark for centuries to come.”

Under the gazes of those short-lived people around them, the old elf spoke slowly, urging his beloved great-granddaughter onto a path of endless bloodshed. All because they needed her.

“No matter what it is for, passion is vital for us elves. With the passage of time, our emotions—our passions—dull. So I will not deny you your hatred. It will be with you for so, so long. Those of our ilk are quite fortunate to watch as our enemies grow old and frail before striking them down. But first and foremost, we must survive. That goes double for young elves like yourself.” That last part he whispered to avoid the ears of the short-lived ones around them. “In my lifetime, I’ve seen the first Demon King fall only for another to rise and take his place. I may be too old to see that happen a third time, but you will! You may even live long enough to see the whole demonic kingdom fall.” The old elf gave a wry smile. He didn’t want to think about the possibility of the demonic kingdom surviving another thousand years. “So let us do what we must with quiet solemnity. With all our might, we must deliver as much damage to the denizens of the dark as possible. That will be how we get revenge for Liliana.”

Heleina closed her eyes, finally calming down with a nod. “All right.”

“Hey, sorry for the wait.” Another elf, a slender gaunt-faced mage, came running into the prayer room. Though he already wore exhaustion like clothing, he was another powerful asset. He was a monk, the highest rank of mage among forest elves.

“Oh, I think this will capture the attention of our enemies well enough. Shall we give our visitors a warm welcome?” Stroking his beard, the old elf gave a sinister chuckle.

Heleina also forced a smile, prompting the same from the newcomer.

“Let’s do it, gramps.”

“I am ready when you are.”

“Okay.”

The old elf drew a branch from inside his robe. The gaunt-faced elf spoke a few words, causing the stone floor to split and reveal bare earth. The old elf stuck the branch into the ground, after which Heleina stuck her hands out near it, a steady stream of pure water bubbling out from her palms.

Heleina hummed a soft tune, as if she were just watering some decorative plants. The soothing melody was akin to a lullaby a mother might sing to a child, rather unfitting for a battlefield. As she swayed back and forth, the gaunt-faced elf joined her tune with his deep voice, his fingers twirling like a conductor’s as he drew letters and patterns. As they hummed, the old elf’s fingers began dancing passionately through empty air, as if strumming an invisible harp.

Space in the room started to twist and bend. The priests waiting in the prayer room with them were getting goose bumps just being in the vicinity. Even though humans didn’t have a strong aptitude for magic, they could feel the palpable sensation of this energy.

These high-level forest elves were weaving magic.

“Mythologia Replica: Sancta Nativitas.”

Mythological Replaying: Sprouting of the Sacred Tree.

As if to answer the voices of the three elves, the branch thrust into the ground began to give off waves of warm light. They spread wide, far beyond the confines of the prayer room. A luminous pillar was born at Fort Sikind, blossoming forth into a translucent tree of light. In response, similar trees of light grew out of the other five fortresses.

The enormous, shining trees cast out the darkness of the night, covering the city of Evaloti in the same divine glow that illuminated the elves’ own sacred ground. The six trees resonated together, creating a grand barrier that warded off all wicked curses and prohibited entry to those with ill intent.

Meanwhile, on the walls of Fort Sikind.

“Perfect!” Staring up at the legendary-class magic barrier manifesting above him, the Swordmaster Hessel uttered his gratefulness from the bottom of his heart. With that barrier,...

Produkt-Details

• Erscheint lt. Verlag: 13.11.2025
• Reihe/Serie: Zilbagias the Demon Prince: How the Seventh Prince Brought Down the Kingdom
• Illustrationen: Tsukasa Kiryu
• Übersetzer: Nathan Macklem
• Sprache: englisch
• Themenwelt: Literatur ► Fantasy / Science Fiction ► Fantasy
• Schlagworte: Fish out of Water • High Fantasy • past Life • Reincarnation • revenge • royalty • undercover
• ISBN-10: 1-7183-3350-1 / 1718333501
• ISBN-13: 978-1-7183-3350-5 / 9781718333505