“…Ojisama?”
The feeble voice that she wrang from her throat was filled with complete confidence, which is why despite it being unsuited for his current age, Luru flashed the cynical seeming smile that he often did as the demon king, and said,
“…Iris. Uncle’s here.”
It was the line that he had said the most to her, when he visited his friends house.
It seemed that Iris remembered, and after widening her eyes with an expression filled with shock, a stream of tears ran down her face as she began running towards him.
The approaching Iris was small and slender.
She lightly jumped into Luru’s chest, and burying her face in it, she shouted with all she had,
“Ojisama-… Ojisama!”
Luru began to quietly pat Iris, who said nothing but that as she bawled.
After that, he glanced to the side at Gran.
The armour he was wearing was greatly dented, but he was alive, and neither were there any great injuries.
Since he seemed to have just fainted, Luru was relieved.
But really, Gran was also quite an unlucky man.
There was already no room left for doubt about the fact that Gran was a first rate adventurer.
Even if that technique was quite high level, and it was his first time seeing it, normally it would have been impossible for him to have been taken out without doing a thing.
That’s why it wasn’t as though Gran couldn’t see through Iris’ Magia Globus.
This time there was nothing that could be said except that it was a bad choice of opponent.
Gran had probably responded to Iris’ magecraft as a normal Magia Globus.
He must have judged that cloaking his armour in mana would be enough to handle it.
Like that, he’d be able to change positions easily, and on top of that he could dull the opponent’s morale; fact, it was because he was a veteran adventurer that he was able to consider these things and take action the way he did.
However, the skill that was indispensible to the ancient demon race was lethal to Gran.
Being able to see the circulation of the opponents mana, and then firing magic that would decompose it, was a skill that any full-fledged demon soldier possessed.
However, that kind of technique had been lost to the ages, and Gran who lived in the modern era couldn’t deal with it.
The simplest method for him would have been to simply avoid it, but if he didn’t know about the technique, then there was no reason he would take such an action.
In other ways, it was because of all this that things ended the way they did.
It really was pitiful.
And then whilst thinking about all this, Luru was at his wits’ end about what to do about all this.
Iris was one of the issues, and what he would say to Gran was another.
Once he got back to the village, he had to say something to Yuumis as well.
His objectives of saving his friends and investigating the purpose of this ruin was more or less accomplished but the amount of problems it had given birth to were too many.
Having said that though…
He looked at the crying girl at his chest.
When he did, she looked back up at him.
It was an awful looking face.
The face that really should have looked like a doll’s was now soaked with mucus and tears.
“Pfft…”
Because it was just too much, Luru had to stifle a laugh.
Seeing this, Iris pouted her cheeks a little.
“H-, how cruel… I have been living all this time thinking of taking revenge for you, Ojisama, but you laugh at me like that! Honestly…!”