[‘When she awoke’]
Beyond the clear material of the Capsule slept a young girl without a breath, possessing an almost sculpted looking face, so beautiful that she didn’t seem real.
She had silver hair, almost transparent white skin, and fine and slender limbs.
Her age seemed about the same as Luru’s right now, and her face was young enough that you could say it was cherubic.
However, none of that mattered.
To Luru, what was important was that she her features conformed with the characteristics of the race now called the ancient demon race.
The extreme mana conductivity of the ancient demon race dyed their hair silver.
That was the most important feature of the ancient demon race.
Humans didn’t possess this kind of hair.
It seemed that modern people didn’t know about this fact, but of course Luru did.
He knew that this appearance was that of the ancient demon race.
That’s why he knew that the girl before him was of the ancient demon race.
And, what was even more important, was that he knew very well who this girl was.
There was no way he could forget.
It was the girl he was worried about during his fight with the hero.
The face that appeared in his mind when he regretted being eternally unable to celebrate her birthday.
The daughter of Bacchus Taesnola who had long ago been the Demon King Luruslia Nord’s trusted friend.
“…Iris…”
Muttered Luru.
Gran peered into the Capsule as well from behind Luru, and when he realised that what was laying there was a girl, he raised his voice in shock.
“…Oi, why the hell is there a person in there!? Are they alive?”
With those words, Luru confirmed a second time that as expected, the characteristics of the ancient demon race weren’t passed on to the people of this era.
To gran, she was nothing but a human.
In fact, excluding her hair, the girl’s – Iris’ appearance wasn’t different to a human’s whatsoever.
You could feel that she had a little bit more mana, but even so, the reason it felt like she was still a human was probably because she had been continuously sleeping for so long.
The long term sleeping system required a lot of mana to operate, so diminished mana during the sleep was one of the side effects of its use.
When Luru was the demon king, the effect of this was large enough that it couldn’t be ignored; enough that if one slept for 100 years, all of their mana would be used up. As a result, it wasn’t able to be put to practical use.
Since then, technology had probably progressed, and it had been reformed so you could sleep for even thousands of years without issue.
If it was using just a little bit of the mana within the body, then the ancient demon race could do so without problem at all.
Once their woke up and began moving about, their mana would return to levels befitting of the ancient demon race once feared by the humans, after all.
There were no major problems with the machine outside of that side effect after all, and being case, it meant that Iris was now safely sleeping.
That’s why Luru replied,
“I don’t know why but… she’s alive, isn’t she? There’s no way to check except by opening it up”
“Even if you talk about opening it up… how are we supposed to open this thing, anyway? I’ve never seen something like this before. There’s someone inside, so I can’t bloody well chop it open either.”
Gran spoke with a troubled expression.
The transparent Capsule that covered Iris was also made from ancient demon race technology, and not only had it survived thousands of years without a problem, you could imagine that even if you cut at it, it would be fine just like the doors from a while ago.
That being the case, they had no choice but to open it the way they were meant to.
In the doors’ case, what seemed to be the management system’s artificial voice had spoken when Luru touched it.