Book 2: Chapter 25

It was, an infinite darkness.

No matter how far one went, there was no end

No matter how long one waited, there was no dawn.

There was one spot, where there was light.

The one sitting on a throne of darkness, was the only one here.

The one sitting upon that throne, was a black haired young girl.

Her shining red eyes, they asserted that she was not a mere Human.

However, it wasn’t like that was her true form.

But, it wasn’t like she had a true form.

She had become like this after changing into a form that met with a single person’s tastes, that was all.

That which had abdicated even her name……She was something called the “Demon God”.

Demon God.

The summit of all demons.

The Creator of all demons.

The enemy of all good.

The enemy of all evil.

The tolerator of all good.

The tolerator of all evil.

The one who affirms all contradictions.

The one who transcends all logic.

In this place where anything and everything had gone out of order, the Demon God cheerfully laughed.

「Ahaha……Ahaha, hahaha!」

A smile and sweet voice befitting that young girl appearance.

Wiping the pearl-like tears that rose to her eyes, the young girl continued laughing.

「Vermudol……A child like you, you truly are greedy!」

Saying it was fun, the Demon God laughed.

Saying it was interesting, the Demon God laughed.

When the Demon God waved one hand, a cutely deformed Vermudol doll appeared in her arm.

While poking and grinding her fist on that doll’s cheek, the Demon God laughed.

「Fufufu, to think, to think! To think that he would try to pull me out to center stage!」

Saying that, she threw the Vermudol doll aside.

The thrown aside doll landed, and started to dance a strange dance.

What next appeared in the Demon God’s hand, was a deformed doll of Rokuna.

「Rokuna, huh……I see, I see. But still, to summon me……He’s come up with an interesting hand to play. I wonder when he thought of this, this sinister design.」

At the very least, he probably came up with it by the time he created this child, and after adding the two things together, the Demon God threw the Rokuna doll aside as well.

The Rokuna doll that landed joined arms with the Vermudol doll and started dancing.

The summoning of her, the Demon God.

That had an even greater level of difficulty than the creation of the Hero (Sancreed) that Vermudol performed.

First of all, the thing known as Summoning wasn’t something that could be performed so easily.

Transmission and Summoning were similar, but the essence was different.

Transmission, or rather a pulling done through Transfer, ended with just connecting airspaces.

However, Summoning was different.

By nature, separate space-times could not be connected, separate times were neither interlocking nor continuous, separate laws were incompatible, and separate standards were not interchangeable.

Ignoring all of these things and pulling out the intended thing was what Summoning was. Just like reincarnation, it was quite a feat of strength.

Speaking from the conclusion, the probability that the intended thing would be pulled out just as intended was low.

Cases where some sort or error would definitely happen somewhere and cause it to fail would mostly happen.

Even if one was lucky enough to complete the summoning, there were times where abnormalities to the data of the thing summoned would be yielded, or their souls would be damaged.

Then, without those sorts of injuries, there might be cases where the summoning would be completed.

Even then, a problem would still occur.

Since the summoned thing’s soul would not match with the standard of the souls of another world, the possibility that it would become a singularity of that world would appear.

When that happens, the body would try to fill up the difference in standards of the soul and mutate, which would manifest superhuman abilities.

In that case, what should be done so that it would be summoned in a perfect state and in a way where it would not be influenced by the world?

That was the reconstruction of the soul.

It would be fine if the parts of the soul were reconstructed to match the standard of the other world while maintaining the soul’s core part at the moment the summoning was performed.

This method was the one that would have the least effect on the world.

If it was something simple like the Sword Spirit, even the reconstruction of the soul would be relatively easy, and it would be that much easier to summon it without any problems.

However, when it came to the summoning of a God, it wouldn’t be so easy.

Unless there was some sort of sly trick done, the summoning of a God would require a precise and accurate configuration to the point of being overwhelming. That’s why it would almost certainly fail.

「……Well, in regards to sly tricks, there are a lot of guys that could do them in that world though.」

Softly muttering that, the Demon God looked at the dancing dolls.

After snapping her fingers with a *pachin*, the dolls melted into the darkness, and silence returned.

In regards to those sly tricks, as a matter of fact, Vermudol could also do it with limitations.

However, it was no good with only just that.

「Vermudol……If you say that you want to meet with me, then try and find me.」

Having abdicated both my name and my figure, just what in the world am I.

Just try and guess that, is what the Demon God muttered.

「And if you are able to accurately represent me. At that time……it might be fine to respond to your summoning, you know?」

Deeply leaning her body into the throne, the Demon God gazed at the empty space.

「Well……as for if you make it in time or not is up to you. I won’t help you out in regards to this, nor will I give you any hints. This time, you’ll have to hang in there with your own strength.」

That, would never be heard by anyone.

It was merely, the Demon God’s monologue.

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