And then, the girl opened her eyes.
Slowly, and majestically.
Both Luru and Gran were for an instant entranced by that beautiful sight.
However, it was only for an instant.
The one who noticed first was Gran.
“…!? Luru! That kid is dangerous!! …Guah-!!”
Together with his scream, Gran was sent flying without reason and crashed again the wall.
The shocked Luru returned to his senses, and with eyes wide, he saw that the now awakened and upwards facing Iris had the palm of her right hand pointed towards Gran, with smoke rising from it.
Luru understood that Iris was the one who had sent Gran flying.
“…What are you…!?”
Shouted Luru in panic, but the rising Iris suddenly smiled, her soft gaze became sharp and she glared at Luru.
Her glittering red eyes burned with hatred and anger.
“…Human. Die.”
It was a dark voice, colder than a glacier.
A voice smothered in all despair.
And then, Luru noticed her words.
He hadn’t paid any attention, but it was a reality that he was a human, and long ago the demon race and human race had been enemies who killed each other.
It was a reality that to Iris, Luru looked like nothing but an enemy.
His seven years of peace living as a human had made Luru forget his wariness from his time as the demon king.
Iris slowly, but at a speed that was invisible from human standards, moved her arm towards Luru.
It seemed that she had no intention of using a chant.
Gathered mana compressed in an instant in Iris’ hand, and she fired it at Luru.
Luru felt shock at her ability to manipulate mana so quickly.
The Iris that Luru had known didn’t possess this much power.
She was nothing more than a young child, and not only was her mana in its growth phase, but she was at an age where her magic and magecraft would only develop later on.
Despite this, just now was at the level of a soldier.
Luru didn’t know just how much time had passed after he had died.
However, he could tell from her power that she had gone through some considerably harsh training.
The red orb of mana, or Mana Bullet{Magia Globus}, that Iris had fired off approached Luru’s abdomen at a terrifying speed.
‘If it hits him, he’ll have no choice but to be prepared for death.‘
It was magecraft that possessed enough power and speed to make any onlookers believe so.
However, the one who stood there was the reborn Demon King, Luruslia Nord.
Regardless of the heights it may have reached, and regardless of the fact that she was an ancient demon, as long as it hadn’t escaped the level of an ordinary soldier, it was impossible to breach his defences.
The Magia Globus that had likely been Iris’ surprise attack was softly caught by Luru’s palm, and as though it was his own mana, he moulded it into four parts.
And then, he began treating it almost like a bean bag.
While freely manipulating the four spheres of mana, Luru immersed himself in the nostalgic memories of having often done this type of thing during his time as demon king.
As the demon king, he had visited children who had lost their parents to the war and played with them.
Playing included pointless activities, as well as many activities with the goal of improving their combat skills.
There were a number of games that helped children master their control of mana.
There was the game of tag where one would scatter their mana, and you had to find them.
There was the game of throwing Magia Globus at each other like a snowball fight.
There was also turning your mana into a beanbag, and competing to see who could do it manipulate it more freely.
All of these were games devised for skill training, for the sake of protecting the lives of these children in battle,
Luru performing one of these games had made Iris stare at him, eyes wide.
There was no reason humans should know about this game, and even if they did, they wouldn’t be able to learn it like nothing.
It was not only that, either.
Just now, the number of Mana Bullets{Magia Globus} that Luru had on hand, numbered in the dozens.
The original four had gradually been split up, and the number of them gradually increased.
Now, not only were the numbers beyond normal, but so was the speed at which they flew around as well, each of them more beautifully and carefully controlled than she had ever seen before.
Even amongst the demon race, it was something that couldn’t be done except by those with considerable ability, and furthermore, with that number of Magia Globus, Iris knew of only one person who could do as such.