The Golden Warrior Dances with a Cat
Translated by Syxphis
Edited by Syxphis
About a hundred years ago—a tribe of demons appeared in the world of man.
It was unnaturally sudden as if they had always been there.
No one…not even the demons themselves know whether they came from some other world or were born by some supernatural force. Because they have no memories.
The demons had a blank memory, a destructive urge to rampage to the fullest extent of their ability, a domineering desire to crush the weak and a need to fuel their bodies beyond fighting, eating, and lovemaking.
The demons did not resist their urges and desires
Thus the world was overrun…
Humans were not without resistance.
Wearing armor and armed with swords and fire, the humans fought against the demons.
The demons, however, were too strong. Their physical strength was overwhelming, but what distressed the humans more was the “magic” they used. Human warriors helplessly fell to their incredible power to manipulate nature.
For about three years after the demons appeared, humans continued to put up a small resistance, but during that time there were major changes among the demons.
The thirteen most powerful demons in the world became kings, and the demons began to act as an organization.
The humans, who were barely resisting due to their strength in numbers, were about to be overrun at the hands of the thirteen “Demon Lords”.
At such a time, however, one of the humans suddenly appeared.
A “hero” with great power to combat the demon race.
For about eighty years, the long, long battle between the hero and the Demon Lords continued on.
When a Demon Lord is defeated, a new demon with talent would rise and become the next Demon Lord, and if the hero was defeated, the next hero would succeed his will and hold the sword.
At the end of the battles where they were killed over and over again——a huge war broke out.
In the demon forces, as many as eight of the thirteen Demon Lords entered the war.
In the human army, on the other hand, ten heroes who inherited the will of the first hero stood on the front line. The armor and weapons they wore were the armor of the gods, which had been handed down to the heroes somehow.
For three days and three nights they continued to kill each other from morning to night.
The humans were defeated, and the world became the property of the demons both in name and reality…
Most of the divine weapons of the brave heroes were taken by the demons, the name of the brave heroes became an abomination, the town was controlled by the demons, and the humans fell into slavery.
That was exactly ten years ago.
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Exactly ten years ago.
In a town ruled by the demon tribe.
In front of the huge mansion like a castle where the demons live, there was a huge round square. All of the people in the town gathered there. Not only the humans, but also all the demons were gathered.
The crowd of people filled the square, and in the center of the crowd was an execution platform.
“Take a good look, you humans! This is the end of the fight against us demons!”
A young girl with dingy golden hair had her head and hands pinned to the pedestal.
The townspeople knew her well.
She was the girl who energetically ran around the town ruled by the demon tribe where everyone was looking down trying to cheer everyone up.
Her smile was like a flower blooming in the wild and her translucent golden hair made several men fall in love with her.
Now, her face…..and body looked horrible.
Her face is distorted to the point where it cannot swell anymore, the beautiful hair is matted with blood, dust and feces, the body is covered with lacerations, punctures, burns, bruises, even some bite-like fang marks, and blood continues to flow from every wound endlessly.
A demon grabbed the girl by her hair casually and showed her face to the people surrounding the execution table.
“What’s wrong? Aren’t you here to help?”
A hairy werewolf asks provokingly.
The demons who were standing to prevent the humans from approaching the execution table, swept through the crowd of people with condescending gazes.
No one moved…..No, they couldn’t move.
If they tried to help, they would be killed at that very moment.
Even if they only raised their voices in protest, they would probably have been cut to pieces in an instant.
The humans were engraved with fear of the demons in their bodies and deep into their hearts.
That’s why they couldn’t move.
That’s why they couldn’t move.
Some humans wanted to save the girl on the execution table, but their ingrained fear does not allow them to move even their fingertips.
The demons also understand this situation.
They laughed at them. They ridiculed them. They mocked the weak who could do nothing. The incompetent who could only be kept like livestock. We laughed at the misfortune of being born a lowly human being.
They laughed. Laughing—
“Hahahahahahaha! It’s a shame, isn’t it? There’s no one to help you, is there?”
They let go of the girl’s hair on the execution table and stretch her swollen cheeks in amusement.
The girl’s eyes tear up with anger and shame.
“You idiot. It’s because humans like you defy us!”
The rest of the demons agreed, casting their eyes filled with scorn at her.
“Listen, humans! You will pay for the foolishness of opposing the demon race with your lives!”
—A moment of silence.
They couldn’t understand what the werewolf said.
But in the next moment, their understanding caught up with them, and I realized that he said, “Die!” There was an uproar of screaming and shouting as it sank in.
Those who tried to escape were bound to the ground with magical restraints and those who struggled to fight the demons were executed by decapitation.
The girl on the execution table is the first to open her mouth.
She speaks up for the first time: “No…please…!They…are…not…a part of this…!”
“It’s called collective liability, but don’t worry, we won’t kill all of them. If we kill all the livestock we’ll be scolded by the Demon Lord!”
The werewolf signaled demons next to him with a beckoning finger.
The werewolf called out, and the group of demons immediately noticed his intentions and put the axe in his hand.
The axe blade reflected the faint light shining from the cloudy sky and sharply illuminated the girl’s face on the execution table.
“Hey, you shouldn’t worry about others.”
Laughing happily, he swings his axe toward the motionless girl’s neck.
From the moment she stepped up to the execution table, the girl had been prepared. But her heart still wavered when she saw death in front of her.
The faces of her parents and friends appear in her mind.
So, she thinks a little.
—Somebody, help me…!!
Her body trembles unconsciously and tears flow down her face because she’s afraid of dying in a few seconds.
“Haha, it seems like you finally understand the human part before death, huh? That’s alright, livestock! Die with a face that fears us!”
Unable to bear the fear, the girl closes her eyes to escape the scene in front of her.
Fresh blood splatters.
“…?”
The girl was safe.
The werewolf’s axe didn’t…drop, no, it couldn’t be swung down. Because—
“…what the…hell?”
A silver blade had pierced the werewolf’s neck.
It was a clean, straight sword with a length of about one meter. The handle looks like two tulips tied together and the beauty and divinity of the sword clearly demonstrates that it’s no ordinary sword.
The werewolf couldn’t bear it and spurted out blood from his mouth and the wound in his neck, dropped his axe, staggered two steps and fell.
“What the hell?”
The demons stopped moving at the sudden development.
They were angry that their friend had been killed. But more than that, vigilance came first. They are all warriors at heart even if they are rotten.
One of the demons under the executioner’s table saw a sword being fired at the werewolf from the roof of the building facing the square. He was, however, pierced before he could warn the others.
They were frustrated to lose a comrade, but in exchange they knew where the enemy was.
“There!!”
A fireball created by magic flew towards the roof from where the sword had been thrown.
Just before it hit the roof, something golden flew off.
It was— gold?
Full plate armor of gold.
Gold from head to toe.
A color too gorgeous and conspicuous for the battlefield.
But it was different. That is its purpose.
The owner of this golden armor is essentially saying, “Aim at me”.
—If you can afford to aim at other people, then aim your sword, your magic, at me alone!
Such an imposing figure as if to provoke the enemy.
With no skin exposed it was impossible to tell their gender, race, or age from their armor. Only their straight back and lithe body movements tells us that they are clearly no ordinary human being.
The helmet is decorated with black lines. The slits around their eyes are dark, so no one can see their eyes or even where they are looking, but the helmet moves slowly, turning to face the girl on the execution table.
A few seconds of observation.
Maybe to confirm the girls safety, but their helmet moves vertically as they give a small, silent nod.
“Golden…Knight…?”
Someone mutters in the crowd.
The figure that appeared in a desperate situation was truly a knight of justice.
However, there was a mistake in calling them that.
Without speaking a word, the golden knight pulls the sword from the werewolf’s neck.
This sword was no ordinary sword.
It was one of the divine weapons that had been handed down to the heroes. It is also a fantastic weapon that was out of the hands of humans after their defeat in the war ten years ago.
The name of the sword is the “Sword of the Rising Sun”. (“Kyokujitsu no Ken”)
It is also known as the Hero’s Sword.
It is not a mass-produced weapon that anyone can own.
The only people who can have it are those who are qualified.
In other words, the master of the golden armor is not a “knight” but a—
“Golden…Hero…?”
The girl on the execution table muttered as she clung to the hope that had appeared before her.
Everyone’s eyes were drawn to the “Golden Hero” holding the Hero’s Sword.
So, no one noticed.
No one noticed that a small kitten was looking down at the square on a broken roof.
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