Category: The Virus King

  • The Virus King (JP-GL) 9

    Chapter 9: Liz Onee-san and Friends ~What are Dragon Knights?

    “Right, then. Let’s review.”

    Liz stood before me as I sat on the sofa. She was about to give me a lecture on Dragon Knights.

    It reminded me of an educational children’s program back in Japan.

    If this were a TV show… the title would be “Liz Onee-san and Friends.”

    The subtitle: “What are Dragon Knights?”

    I felt like a kindergartener or an elementary school student. I was a grown woman of twenty-six, though.

    Perhaps it was a return to my childhood.

    The subject of this ‘education,’ however, was one of the enemy’s most crucial military units.

    “Dragon Knights are the most dangerous soldiers in the human army. They ride Lesser Dragons, combining the dragons’ abilities with human judgment. There are about one hundred of them.”

    “Weaknesses?”

    “The riders, I suppose. Other than that, the dragons’ weaknesses.”

    Even so, I didn’t know a dragon’s weaknesses.

    “Meaning?”

    “There aren’t any.”

    “…Huh?”

    What did she just say?

    “Aside from their small numbers, dragons don’t really have any weaknesses. High magic resistance, tough scales. Almost impossible to catch in the air, and near the ground, you’d have to engage in close combat with a dragon, even a Lesser Dragon…”

    Dragons are strong.

    “What about vulnerable spots? Like their eyes or throats?”

    “Even their eyeballs are covered with a tough, transparent membrane. Ordinary arrows won’t penetrate it. The scales on their throats are supposedly a bit softer, but because of the mana sac in their throats, where mana concentration is high, it’s difficult to inflict a decisive blow. So, it’s hardly a weakness.”

    “Mana sac?”

    “It’s a special organ unique to dragons. A kind of internal organ. The prevailing theory is that it’s a mana-generating organ specialized for combustion… but some say it contains a physical fluid similar to oil. However, when the fluid extracted from dragon corpses is exposed to fire, it doesn’t ignite, so we don’t really know for sure. But it’s definitely the reason they can breathe fire.”

    “Hmm… is dragon fire hot?”

    “It’s said to be the hottest flame in existence. I don’t know if that’s true… but it’s certainly powerful enough that the only saving grace is that they can’t breathe it indefinitely.”

    “How much fire can they breathe?”

    “It seems to vary by individual. We have records of experiments conducted with the cooperation of the dragon race. First, the duration of a single breath is about five seconds for a Lesser Dragon. In experiments where they breathed fire in short bursts, the lowest recorded number of bursts was four, and the highest was seven. On average, about twenty seconds. There’s no record of the recovery time. However, based on other sources, I believe they can’t breathe fire again for a while after depleting it.”

    Liz hadn’t consulted any of the materials in front of her so far.

    She said she’d gathered the materials for this because it wasn’t her area of expertise, but she’d practically memorized them.

    I had reviewed the material beforehand, but Liz had undoubtedly read more extensively and delved into more specialized aspects.

    I’m glad I have such a competent adjutant, I thought as I continued my questions.

    “Any threats besides the fire?”

    “The entire concept of a dragon. A large, carnivorous reptile covered in tough scales, flying at ridiculous speeds, partly due to magic, and swooping down from above with human intelligence. Their basic tactic is to dive close to the ground, snatch or knock down a few people with a single attack, and then retreat. It’s practically unavoidable, which makes it incredibly dangerous.”

    “Sounds awful… continue.”

    “Right. If we group together, they’ll breathe fire. And if necessary, they can engage in close combat on the ground. Even if the rider is incapacitated, they may not retreat if they remember being attacked. They seem to form some sort of bond, and there have been cases where dragons continued fighting after their riders were killed.”

    “Ground combat is dangerous too, huh. What about their speed?”

    “It’s difficult to say precisely… but fast enough to make them difficult targets for archers. Air combat isn’t advisable…”

    “What about having our dragon supreme commander, the Dragon Mother, face them?”

    “She says she can handle thirty of them, no problem. But even Lesser Dragons are dragons. …Against over one hundred, it would be a fight to the death.”

    “We can’t afford to lose a supreme commander… especially the only one who can command dragons…”

    “Indeed. And if we were to do that, there would be no need for the Virus King, Lord of Disease, to get involved.”

    “What about her subordinate dragons?”

    “If it comes to a decisive battle, that would be the most realistic option. However, the dragons other than the Mother are essentially on par with the enemy’s. Outnumbered, and lacking riders, they would be at a disadvantage in terms of judgment. Their aerial combat capabilities might be slightly superior without riders, but…”

    “It would still be a fight to the death… and we can’t afford to lose many dragons, since they’re the cornerstone of our defenses…”

    The demons had maintained the border despite being significantly outnumbered and outmatched in terms of military strength, thanks to the dragons.

    Originally, the Lital Mountains had been the dragons’ nesting grounds. If humans gained dominance, the dragons would lose their way of life. His Majesty the Demon King had made a pact with the Dragon Mother, Lital, promising to protect and maintain the Lital Mountains and the surrounding environment, including their hunting grounds at the foot of the mountains, in exchange for their cooperation.

    So, while the Dragon Mother was technically a supreme commander under His Majesty, they were practically equals.

    She was responsible for defending the borders, including the skies. Sieges against fortresses defended by dragons were incredibly fierce. Since the nation’s founding, every major human invasion had been repelled, and the Listrea Demon Kingdom remained on the map thanks to the dragons.

    This nation had been protected by dragons. Hence, they were designated the “First Army.” While the numbering wasn’t based on importance, the nation couldn’t survive without the dragons’ cooperation.

    The emblem of the Listrea Demon Kingdom was a dragon with a serpent’s tongue. Losing a significant number of dragons would mean the nation’s demise. And if I didn’t come up with a plan, that’s exactly what would happen.

    “What about targeting the riders from the ground?”

    “They’re equipped with top-of-the-line armor and magical defenses. As I said, they’re difficult targets even for arrows. Shooting upwards increases the difficulty, and there’s a high chance the arrows will be blocked by the ‘dragon’ shield.”

    “What about using our own flying magical beasts with riders?”

    “The Beastman Army has a small number of griffon riders, but they are vastly outnumbered. They are inferior in terms of ‘mounted combat’ capabilities. And they are primarily used for communication rather than combat. They would provide support to the dragons in a decisive battle, but…”

    What a broken unit, I thought. We, too, relied on the dragons’ strength to maintain our nation. But there was one crucial difference between us and them. We had the Dragon Mother, the leader of the dragon race, willingly lending her power.

    The Dragon Knights did not.

    “Alright, I’ve decided.”

    “How will we fight them?” Liz’s eyes were full of anticipation.

    Surely I, the Virus King, Lord of Disease, can devise some magical solution to defeat the Dragon Knights…

    “We won’t. Or rather, we can’t.”

    Liz’s expression fell at my words.

    “Very well. I’ll inform His Majesty.”

    But I didn’t want to see her disappointed.

    “Liz. —I am the Virus King, Lord of Disease, you know?” I smiled.

    “I’ll leave the conventional warfare to His Majesty and the other supreme commanders.”

    “…So, assassinating the riders? As the report stated, security is extremely tight, but… if that is your command…”

    That was the first plan we’d considered, and the first one we’d discarded. In a decisive battle… an assassin’s life was worth less than a dragon’s.

    If my plan failed, that’s what would happen. Elite assassins from the Royal Guard, including my precious adjutant, would be sent to infiltrate a security net teeming with heroes.

    The success rate was less than thirty percent. —And yet, I knew they would carry out their orders without complaint.

    I didn’t even want to think about the survival rate.

    “Liz. I consider myself a caring and compassionate superior. …I can’t tell my subordinates to go to their deaths. I don’t doubt your skills or the skills of your colleagues, but even if we used all of our assassins and the Royal Guard assassins, I’m not sure we could eliminate all of them.”

    The Dragon Knights were currently the most important enemy unit. Naturally, both the riders and their dragons were heavily protected. They might even be waiting for us to launch a desperate attack.

    “…Then how…?”

    “No need for elaborate schemes. I’ll fight in my own way, ‘fair and square.’ —I’ll simply apply my usual tactics.”

    If conventional methods were out, then I would target something else.

    “Even dragons get hungry, right?”

    “Um, Master. That’s probably not what ‘fair and square’ means…”

    “Huh? Then what should I call it?”

    “‘Diabolical,’ perhaps.”

  • The Virus King (JP-GL) 8

    Chapter 8: The Demon King’s Unreasonable Request

    I woke up to an empty bed. I gently touched the sheets where Liz had slept.

    It felt a little lonely.

    The clock showed it was almost noon. No wonder I was hungry.

    I got dressed and rang the bell. Liz arrived promptly, and I waved in greeting.

    “—Good morning, Liz!”

    “Master. I was worried after yesterday, but it seems you’ve recovered, which is a relief.”

    Liz smiled. I smiled back.

    “Resilience is essential for a supreme commander of the Demon King’s army.”

    “…Aren’t you rather sensitive, Master?” Liz tilted her head, a dubious expression on her face.

    “Then let’s say that a quick recovery is essential for a supreme commander.”

    “I’d say your glibness is certainly supreme commander-level.”

    I knew that wasn’t a compliment.

    I pushed the thought aside.

    “Liz. Any updates on yesterday’s incident?”

    “He left for the royal castle just a while ago. The report is on your desk. The gist is as I told you yesterday, but it includes detailed information about the location, time, and so on.”

    “Alright, I’ll look it over later.”

    “Later?”

    “First, I’m going to have a combined breakfast and lunch.”

    “…You’re certainly true to your desires, Master.”

    “A quick recovery and a hearty appetite are essential for a supreme commander.”

    Liz sighed, an exasperated look on her face.

    “Watching you, Master, makes being a supreme commander seem like a very easy job…”

    In reality, there were only six of us. And since each of us was also an army commander, the number didn’t normally increase.

    The five original supreme commanders, since the nation’s founding, had been the commanders of the dark knights, the beastmen, the undead, the demons, and the dragons. Since each also served as the leader of their respective race, the beastman, demon, and dragon positions were essentially fixed. There wasn’t an official rule, but it was tradition.

    Similarly, the dark knights and undead armies were traditionally led by a dark elf and an undead, respectively, as supreme commanders. Again, not a rule, but tradition.

    Having a leader of the same race made things easier. It also symbolized the equal status afforded to each race.

    That was precisely why the Virus King, Lord of Disease, was an anomaly.

    Because I was of ‘unknown species’ in this multi-racial nation.

    Holding such an ambiguous position, leading the newly formed Sixth Army, a position that hadn’t existed for over four hundred years, carried significant weight.

    “Anyway, food please!”

    “Yes, please wait a moment…”

    They probably didn’t imagine I’d be… like this.

    A knock sounded on the door.

    “Come in, Liz.” I was relaxing on the sofa in my room, digesting my meal and reading the report.

    Liz entered… and frowned.

    “Excuse me… Master. I did receive permission to enter, correct?”

    “Yes, you did.” I hadn’t moved an inch. There was no point in putting on airs for Liz.

    “Right… well, it’s fine…” My efficient adjutant, choosing not to waste any more time, read from the paper in her hand.

    “His Majesty requests your presence at the royal castle immediately.”

    “…Is there a carriage waiting?”

    “Yes, it’s waiting at the gate.”

    “Understood, Liz.”

    I straightened the report and heaved myself off the sofa. I was a supreme commander. I had to earn my keep.

    “Let us depart for the royal castle at once. Your attendance is required.”

    “Yes, Master.”

    Stepping out of the mansion, the summer sun was bright. This world’s calendar was almost identical to Earth’s. At least, a year had 365 days, and there were twelve months.

    However, summer in this region was much cooler than in Japan. Once the sun set, it became chilly, enough to crave warmth.

    Overall, though, the humidity was low, making it quite comfortable. The winters, however, were harsh.

    As the carriage rattled along, I suddenly realized something. Despite the greenery in the suburbs and even within the town, there were no cicadas.

    A summer without the sound of cicadas…

    For some reason, that struck me more profoundly than the cobblestone streets, the horse-drawn carriage, or the fact that Liz, sitting next to me, was a dark elf with long ears and brown skin. These were all clear markers of another world.

    But the lack of cicadas… it drove home the fact that I wasn’t in Japan anymore.

    Upon arriving at the castle, I was escorted to the same waiting room as before. His Majesty sat on the sofa, waiting.

    “Your Majesty. You summoned me.” I bowed.

    “Indeed. I apologize for calling you on such short notice.” He gestured for me to sit. Liz remained standing behind me.

    “I heard you lost soldiers to the Dragon Knights.”

    “Yes… I take full responsibility.” The pain resurfaced, and I lowered my head.

    “I’m not here to assign blame. However, there’s a growing momentum within Rank Kingdom for a decisive battle using the Dragon Knights.”

    “Yes, I’m aware.”

    “So, how about it? Could you eliminate them?”

    “…Excuse me?” I blurted out, momentarily forgetting my position and manners.

    “Ah… forgive me, Your Majesty. My apologies. Please repeat your command, this time with unquestionable clarity.” I quickly recovered.

    “I want you to neutralize the Dragon Knights, at least enough to prevent their deployment in a decisive battle. The method is up to you. I can’t spare many additional soldiers or funds, but if you require more resources, don’t hesitate to ask.”

    “What’s the deadline?”

    “There isn’t a strict one… However, if the Dragon Knights are still operational when the decisive battle begins, it will be too late.”

    His Majesty’s expression was grim.

    “If the decisive battle were to occur now, we would likely…”

    “Have no chance of victory. Understood, Your Majesty.” I nodded firmly.

    “I accept your command, Your Majesty. I will render those dragon riders, who murdered my subordinates and threaten our nation’s safety, utterly useless.”

    “I’m counting on you…”

    “Then, if you’ll excuse me. I must discuss the details with my subordinates immediately.”

    His Majesty nodded graciously. I bowed and stood up.

    Just as I was about to leave, his voice reached me.

    “…I apologize. I always ask so much of you.”

    “…Not at all. I am a supreme commander of the Demon King’s army, after all.”

    I refrained from adding, “I’m used to unreasonable requests from my superiors.” Even with His Majesty, who was rather informal for a king, I couldn’t say that.

    In the carriage on the way back, Liz spoke.

    “Master. So, what’s the plan?”

    “That’s what I’m going to figure out.”

    The air around Liz seemed to grow heavier.

    “…Um, you made that bold declaration without a concrete plan?”

    “Yep.”

    The air grew even heavier.

    “…Seriously…”

    “What else was I supposed to say in that situation?”

    “It’s the subordinates who suffer when the boss doesn’t have a plan…”

    “That’s why I’m suffering.”

    Though I wouldn’t say His Majesty was without a plan.

    “So you’re telling me to suffer too…”

    “Exactly. I’m counting on you.”

    “Yes. I’m used to unreasonable requests from my superiors.”

    Liz, my subordinate, calmly threw my own words back at me. I wasn’t sure whether to be pleased with the open communication in our workplace or lament the chilling draft now blowing my way.

  • The Virus King (JP-GL) 7

    Chapter 7: The Sound of Dragon Wings

    A knock echoed through my room as I worked on paperwork.

    “Come in, Liz.”

    Liz entered swiftly as I gave permission.

    Incidentally, the only reason I knew it was Liz before she entered was that she and I were the only ones in the mansion.

    I set the documents aside and looked up.

    “Master. —I have bad news.”

    “What is it?”

    Various scenarios flashed through my mind.

    “There appear to be casualties among the Rank Kingdom field operatives. A messenger arrived with the report. Details are scarce, but I wanted to inform you immediately. He’s here at the mansion, so you can speak with him directly, or I can debrief him and provide you with a summarized report.”

    “I’ll speak with him directly. Lead the way.” I stood up.

    “Yes… This way.” Liz bowed her head and led me out.

    “Master. Your mask?”

    “Not necessary.”

    “Understood.”

    We entered the audience chamber. A simple room with a red carpet, a raised platform, and a single chair upon it.

    “The Lord of Disease has arrived.”

    “Ah… Lord of Disease…? My apologies. I’m in such a… sorry state…”

    A male dark elf, clad in a dark brown hood, sat slumped on the floor before the chair. His clothes were torn and caked with dried mud. He looked utterly exhausted. He tried to stand, but swayed so unsteadily that he nearly fell.

    “Stay as you are. There’s nothing to apologize for. I’m sorry to ask this, but would you tell me what happened before you rest?” I gestured for him to remain seated and approached him.

    “The Dragon Knights were deployed…”

    “…What happened?”

    —Dragon Knights.

    The elite fighting force, the pride of Rank Kingdom, one of the three great human nations. Dragon riders who soared freely through the skies. They numbered over one hundred.

    “Our fourteen airborne undead and their twenty-eight wraith escorts… were destroyed.”

    “…They’re… dead?”

    “Yes.” He nodded weakly.

    “Annihilated… All of them… except me…”

    The world went dark.

    Lost…!

    Combat strength!

    Opportunity!!

    Subordinates!

    Comrades…!!

    Rage and regret churned within me. I felt nauseous. I wanted to scream, to lash out. I pressed my right hand tightly over my mouth, forcing the emotions down.

    I sat down heavily in the chair, the movement unintentionally rough, the chair scraping against the floor.

    “L-Lord of Disease…”

    “…Remaining… forces. Are there any… survivors? What about the disinformation unit?” My voice was tight, strained.

    “Y-yes. The disinformation unit is unharmed. The assassination squad… as I said, all airborne undead were destroyed, along with twenty-eight wraiths… We also lost two ground operatives, a dark elf and a beastman. Aside from myself… they were almost completely wiped out.”

    He finished his report and hung his head, his long ears drooping dejectedly.

    “I see…” I stood up.

    “Thank you.”

    “…Huh?”

    “Thank you for surviving. Thank you for returning. Thank you for reporting this to me.” I knelt before him and took his hands in mine.

    “Thank you.”

    “Such… Such words…!” He shook his head violently, his voice a near-sob.

    “I’ve lost them! My subordinates… my comrades… all…”

    “It was my order. —Their deaths are my responsibility.”

    I knew my methods were ruthless. But they were directed at the enemy. At the citizens of an enemy nation, a nation that was different from us, a nation that condoned killing us.

    This was different.

    When I issued the order, I’d known. Not everyone would return. There were no operations without casualties. No wars without sacrifice.

    Even with prioritizing safety.

    And those who died were those on the front lines.

    “You can blame me.”

    “Who… Who would dare…” His face was hidden by his hood, but I saw tears tracing paths down his cheeks.

    “Who would dare…”

    I gently placed a hand on his shoulder. “Later, please give a detailed report to Liz as well. …But rest for a day.”

    “Yes…”

    As he left, I looked up, covering my eyes with my hands.

    “Damn humans…!” I muttered bitterly.

    It had only been three days ago that I’d received a report that one of the assassination squads deployed within Rank Kingdom was achieving success with airborne attacks using undead.

    They’d targeted a city that served as a logistical hub, I’d been told. Dropping boulders to destroy warehouse roofs before dropping horse carcasses inside.

    It was a field-initiated operation, the report arriving almost as an afterthought. But I had given the field operatives that level of authority. I’d been impressed by their initiative and ability to devise and execute such a potentially effective strategy.

    That had been just three days ago.

    It must have been devastatingly effective.

    Effective enough to force the enemy to deploy their trump card.

    “…Liz.”

    “Yes, Master.”

    “Should we scale back our attacks on Rank Kingdom? What do you think?”

    “…There’s the answer you want, and the answer you don’t want.”

    “Let’s hear both, in that order.”

    “Scaling back would minimize further losses. Now that the Dragon Knights have been deployed, we shouldn’t act rashly.”

    “Right.” I nodded.

    “…And the other answer?”

    “We should continue the attacks. We simply revise our strategy to account for the fact that we’ve lost air superiority, and reorganize our forces accordingly.”

    “…More might die.”

    “They were prepared for that from the beginning.”

    I wasn’t…” A bitter taste filled my mouth.

    “I thought I was… prepared.” A sharp pain stabbed at my chest.

    “I’m not used to it. I can’t get used to it.”

    This was the first time I’d suffered such heavy losses. But I’d lost subordinates before.

    Each time, I’d felt this same anguish and pain.

    “The thought that my orders are getting my own people killed…”

    “—That is precisely why,” Liz said quietly, but firmly.

    We are prepared. We are soldiers of the Listrea Demon Kingdom. And we fight under the banner of the Virus King, Lord of Disease.”

    There was no hesitation in her eyes.

    “Give the order. Tell us to fight for you. Tell us to die for you.”

    Coming from someone who’d never seen the front lines, those words would have been incredibly callous. But she was a veteran, a proven warrior, even among the elite Royal Guard.

    A seasoned assassin who’d carried out countless assassinations, both of high-ranking officials and commoners, without hesitation. I’d heard the title “Darkling Blade” originated from tavern gossip, but I also knew that gossip often held a kernel of truth.

    “…You want me to give that order?” Her words were probably correct.

    “—You want me to send these people who believe in me to their deaths? To use them as canaries in a coal mine?”

    Even if it was the right thing to do, it didn’t make it hurt any less.

    “…Yes.” Liz understood. Her expression remained resolute as she bowed her head.

    “But I’m not telling you to do that. Preserving our forces might be the right course of action.”

    If only the right course of action were always clear.

    “I don’t know what’s right.”

    If only this pain in my chest could tell me what was right. If only the absence of pain were proof of righteousness. Or if, at the very least, pain itself were an indicator of righteousness.

    “…Logic and emotion… whichever I use to make my decision, I’ll regret it…”

    Logic told me to continue the attacks. Emotion screamed at me to pull my subordinates back to safety.

    I had to decide. To think, to decide what was right, and then give the order.

    That was my job as a commander—as a supreme commander of the Demon King’s army, the Virus King, Lord of Disease.

    “Let’s hear the full report first. I want as much information as possible.”

    “Yes.”

    “But Liz, I think… if necessary…” I hesitated, then continued.

    “I’ll give the order to die.”

    I lowered my head. “But… I don’t want any of my subordinates to die…”

    “That’s what makes you… good, Master.” Liz smiled.

    “It is because of that, that people are willing to follow your orders.”

    “…I see.”

    “Indeed.”

    “I’m going to rest for a bit.” I stood up.

    My chest ached. The loss of the people who’d believed in me weighed heavily on my heart. I looked at Liz.

    “…Sleep with me?”

    “If you just mean sleeping next to you…”

    “That’s all I need. Please.”

    I lay awake in my luxurious bed.

    The clean sheets, the fluffy comforter, the light-blocking canopy curtains—usually a recipe for a sound sleep. But not tonight. Moonlight seeped into the room through the gaps between the window curtains and the canopy, gradually accustoming my eyes to the darkness. I looked at Liz, sleeping soundly beside me.

    I whispered, “Liz. Are you awake?”

    “I am now.”

    Liz’s eyes fluttered open. She’d trained to fall asleep at will and to wake up at any moment, should the need arise.

    “…I can’t sleep.”

    “Is there anything I can do?”

    “Can I hug you?”

    “…You may.” Liz lifted the covers, making space for me.

    I closed the distance, wrapping my arms around her back. I curled against her, resting my forehead on her shoulder. I closed my eyes again.

    “Master, you’re cold.”

    “You’re warm…”

    The gentle warmth eased the tension in my body and mind.

    I stopped talking, consciously slowing and deepening my breaths. All I had to do was surrender to the soft, warm sensation.

    I drifted off to sleep so easily that I wondered why I’d had trouble falling asleep in the first place.

    “Master?” Lizlit Finis whispered, her master having fallen asleep less than a minute after hugging her.

    “Looks like I served my purpose as a body pillow.”

    Careful not to wake me, she pulled the blankets higher… then, on a whim, she gently stroked my dark hair.

    “…Goodnight.”

  • The Virus King (JP-GL) 6

    Chapter 6: No trap is impenetrable (as long as it’s one set by your own side).

    I wanted some time alone.

    A holiday. A vacation. A break. Time off. Whatever you called it, I didn’t have it.

    I had daily pleasures, of course. Having Liz, a cute and competent subordinate, was a joy in itself. Perhaps wanting alone time when I had a personal maid was a luxury.

    It wasn’t that I had no personal time. I had my own room, and Liz was often busy, so we weren’t together 24/7.

    But my permitted range of movement was extremely limited.

    I wasn’t allowed to leave the suburban mansion. Even within the mansion, despite the abundance of empty rooms, I wasn’t permitted to enter all of them.

    My bedroom.

    The dining room.

    The bathroom.

    The hallways.

    The library.

    A small section of the garden.

    That was it. That was my world.

    This place was, in a sense, a luxurious prison. A container for the “Virus King, Lord of Disease,” a ‘convenient tool.’

    And yet, this was all what I had asked for.

    Even with my freedom restricted, I was undeniably a supreme commander of the Demon King’s army, the Virus King, Lord of Disease, and the master of this mansion.

    I understood that His Majesty’s, Liz’s, and my own restrictions were meant to ensure my safety.

    Incidentally, the reason the empty rooms were off-limits was because they were filled with traps.

    Now, I held a map of the mansion in my hands.

    More accurately, it was a trap map. A blueprint of the mansion’s traps, detailing their activation conditions and effects.

    Liz had strictly forbidden me from taking it outside the mansion.

    The traps were broadly divided into two categories.

    The first were “security traps” designed to detect intruders.

    On Earth, these would be things like wind chimes and bells in ancient times, or infrared and pressure sensors in modern times. In this world, the high-tech equivalent was an enchantment that detected magical signatures.

    The second category was “lethal traps” designed to eliminate intruders. These were Liz’s masterpieces, showcasing her skills as an assassin.

    Spike-filled pitfalls.

    Tripwires connected to poison darts.

    Magic circles imbued with offensive magic, including instant death spells.

    And so on. Lethal traps designed to completely eliminate intruders. They covered almost every angle.

    Almost. There were a few holes.

    The biggest loophole was that I, to Liz, was the Virus King, Lord of Disease, the person she was supposed to protect.

    Some traps were triggered by magical signatures. More precisely, by unregistered magical signatures. Meaning there were safe zones where the traps wouldn’t activate for me, the registered protectee.

    On the other hand, purely physical traps—like pitfalls where the floor would give way—didn’t discriminate.

    To avoid triggering those, I’d been specifically warned about the most dangerous ones and instructed to avoid trap zones entirely. I’d also been given this top-secret map.

    Taking all that into account, while the mansion’s security system was a multi-layered network of traps, there were holes.

    Holes that required crawling to get through.

    So, I crawled across the lawn, keeping my head low. If I raised it any higher, I’d be met with a volley of arrows.

    “Come on,” I whispered to one of the Barghests behind me once I’d covered some distance. It was also crawling, presumably. I couldn’t see behind me, so I could only assume.

    My destination was the back door. No lock, just a metal gate reaching chest height, secured by a simple latch that could be opened from either side. Leading to a private road, it appeared vulnerable.

    But there were traps.

    However, there were fewer lethal traps around here. There was always the possibility of an unsuspecting civilian wandering in.

    “Go.”

    At my command, the Barghest slipped through the gate, gently nudging it open with its snout. The gate was enchanted to trigger an alarm in response to life signs, even through gloves or armor.

    But the Barghest was a magical lifeform, close to an undead. Outside the detection range.

    The traps were impossible for me to bypass alone. But with the Barghest’s cooperation, they became manageable.

    We successfully navigated the trap zone.

    “Good job!” Once clear of the gate, I vigorously petted the Barghest’s head and chin. It closed its eyes contentedly.

    After a satisfying petting session, we both stood up.

    “[Cleansing],” I muttered, brushing off the grass stains and using a basic purification spell to remove any lingering dirt.

    I checked the function of a rarely used, rather niche amulet designed to disguise my race as a dark elf.

    “Let’s go.” I set off towards town, the Barghest trotting by my side.

    At dusk, having enjoyed half a day of freedom in town, I vigorously pulled the rope connected to the bell at the mansion’s main gate.

    “Liz, open up!”

    “Yes, yes… I’ll open it now, please wait a moment…”

    Liz, dressed in her maid uniform, opened the iron gate. She looked utterly exhausted.

    “…Um, Master. Could you please explain… how were you able to bypass the trap zone, as an ordinary human, without triggering a single alarm?”

    “Hard work and dedication,” I replied.

    “I’m worried about security.”

    “I can understand your concern.”

    “Just so you know, I knew the moment you left the grounds.”

    “Huh?”

    “…Did you think I wouldn’t notice?”

    “I just wanted a day off, alone, for once.”

    “…Are you dissatisfied with me?”

    Oops.

    “Ahem.” I cleared my throat and put on my most serious face.

    “Liz. I’m sorry. —That’s not it.” I said emphatically.

    “I love you, Liz! I cherish you enough to spend every moment with you!! But sometimes I just want a little break, by myself!”

    “What are you talking about, Master?!” She blushed furiously.

    “What? But…”

    “I was referring to your security detail and treatment! I most certainly wasn’t asking about your personal feelings towards me!”

    “Aww… but I was being sincere…”

    “Yes, yes… If you want some alone time, I can protect you from a distance…”

    “That’s not quite the same.”

    “But I was with you today, even if you didn’t realize it?”

    “That’s impressive, but…”

    “I haven’t confirmed any assassination plots that could account for such an impromptu outing… Please understand, Master, that even leaving the grounds is a high-risk activity for you.”

    “I’ll try to refrain from doing it again.”

    “Please do…”

    “Want to go together next time?”

    “That might be preferable… Those ten seconds between you disappearing from the grounds and me locating you are quite dangerous…”

    Ten seconds.

    The alone time I’d savored had, in reality, only lasted ten seconds.

    “I’m constantly on high alert… and you were gallivanting around the market, the general store, the bookstore, the cafe… You seemed to be having quite a lot of fun, Master.” Her gaze was slightly accusatory.

    “Being alone was nice, but it would have been even more fun with you, Liz.”

    Liz’s lips curved into a small smile.

    “I’m honored to hear you say that. …So, how did you get through the trap zone?”

    “Not here. Let’s talk about it over dinner.”

    “Very well.”

    “What’s for dinner?”

    “Your favorite, stew.”

    “Really? I’m looking forward to it.” Even though it was summer in Japan, once the sun set in this world, it became cool enough to enjoy a stew.

    At dinner:

    “Wait, you crawled?”

    “Yep.”

    “And you used a Barghest? Ah… to fool the traps that react to living beings…”

    “Uh-huh.”

    I spooned some of Liz’s delicious cream stew into my mouth. Liz, who had been silent for a while, wearing a complicated expression, gave a weak smile.

    “Master, you’re really human, right…?”

    “I’m definitely a normal human.”

    I affirmed with conviction. That much I could say with confidence.

    “Normal people… don’t crawl through trap-filled areas to sneak out…”

    She had a point.

  • The Virus King (JP-GL) 5

    Chapter 5: Black Hound Barghests

    The Black Hound Barghest.

    A creature (or perhaps monster?) of the same name existed on Earth. A type of fairy from British folklore, if I recalled correctly. Usually depicted as a large black dog.

    While the word “fairy” evoked images of cuteness, fairies encompassed a wide range, and, much like Japanese yokai, many were quite terrifying. The Barghest, I was fairly certain, fell into that category.

    “Right, then. Let me explain some common knowledge, even for someone as clueless as Master.”

    The Barghests had been returned to the yard, and now it was just the two of us. Liz, holding a thick book, was giving me a lecture in the basement.

    “Perhaps you should read this first.”

    “Is this an encyclopedia?” The thick, leather-bound volume was so large it overhung the side table where my snacks sat.

    “Yes. It includes extinct species as well.”

    “Let’s see… A, B, Ba… Bar… Barghest…”

    “You’re fast, Master.”

    “I was a physical dictionary kind of person.”

    “There are dictionaries that aren’t physical?”

    “The world is a vast place.”

    I located the relevant entry in the index and flipped to the page. An eerie illustration of a black dog with glowing eyes stared back at me, rendered in an antiquated style.

    “Barghest. A spiritual lifeform composed of magical energy. Takes the form of a black dog. Often forms packs. Absorbs magical energy through contact. Typically hunts like a dog or wolf. Highly dangerous due to its combat abilities. Does not bond with humans, but can be kept as a guard dog through magical subjugation. However, even then, it can only follow simple, aggressive commands, such as attacking and killing intruders with unregistered magical signatures who enter the premises. Frequently involved in fatal incidents. Should not be considered either ally or enemy by anyone other than a skilled mage.”

    I looked up from the book.

    “…That’s not the Barghest I know.”

    “The description in this encyclopedia perfectly matches the Barghest I know.” Liz narrowed her eyes.

    “The Barghest is a mid-level magical beast. It can be subjugated with magic. —However, communication is… difficult.”

    “I’m doing pretty well, though?”

    “In what way?”

    “Like, knowing when they want to play, or where they want to be petted.”

    “…The classification of magical beasts is broad. The Barghest is classified as mid-level based on the assessment of a single individual. Generally, the threat level increases exponentially with the number in a pack, and since Barghests are pack creatures, the classification is unreliable.”

    “Right.”

    “A pack of fifty or more is equivalent to a dragon. No, in some cases, they can be even more dangerous. Among the magical beast species that can be subjugated, many consider them the strongest.”

    “Wait, those guys? They’re only a little stronger than regular large dogs, aren’t they?”

    “Regular large dogs are quite strong, to begin with. Add to that their tireless nature, their aggression, and their pack coordination, which is likely magical in nature. As a type of magical lifeform, they are resistant to physical attacks, and they absorb magic through contact, so your magical energy will quickly deplete if you don’t resist. Since you’re usually facing multiple Barghests, you also need to be wary of attacks from behind.”

    “…Right.”

    “They’re intelligent, cunning, and agile. Their intelligence means they rarely attack human or demon settlements unless they’re starving, which is fortunate… but conversely, it means they only attack when they believe they can win. So, if you make them your enemy, you’re as good as dead. That’s why there are legends about ‘harbingers of death’ and ‘seeing a Black Hound Barghest means certain death.’”

    “I see.” I understood. They were formidable.

    “Once, a long time ago… only once, I faced a pack of Barghests. —I never want to do that again.”

    “…I see.” I understood. They were terrifyingly dangerous.

    “As mentioned in your encyclopedia, even when magically bound, giving them complex instructions is extremely difficult. I assumed they were just licking you when they climbed into your bed… Sit? Shake? I’ve never heard of such a thing.”

    Liz slowly shook her head, as if in disbelief.

    “So? How did you tame the Barghests like that?”

    “Aren’t they supposed to be docile once they bond with someone?”

    “After subjugation, they become docile enough to recognize magical signatures and obey the command not to attack residents. But they’re more the type to attack when they see an opening. That’s why we don’t station replacement guards inside the mansion.”

    “Oh…”

    “So, what kind of magic did you use?”

    “I keep telling you, I’ve only just started to grasp everyday magic.”

    I was far from being a “skilled mage.”

    “Then what method did you use?”

    “…I petted them… on their heads and bellies… and they just… naturally… bonded with me…”

    “I’m surprised you even tried that, but there’s no way a Barghest would bond with someone so easily. This is a safety concern, so please tell me the truth.”

    “No, really.”

    “Truly?”

    I smiled and nodded.

    “I wouldn’t lie to you, Liz.”

    “That’s what makes it sound like a lie,” Liz said dryly.

    “Well, to put it simply, I guess it was… affection.”

    While I understood that the Barghests were guard dogs, I also treated them, for all intents and purposes, like pets.

    “Don’t you understand someone you care about?”

    “I suppose… I see them as… equipment…”

    I’d heard that military dogs on modern Earth were also considered equipment. It seemed rather heartless.

    “Then, please behave as you normally do.”

    “Wait, in front of you?”

    “Yes.”

    “That’s a little embarrassing.”

    “…What exactly do you do with the Barghests while I’m gone?”

    “Uh… well…”

    “I’m sorry, but for safety reasons, I absolutely need to know.”

    “…Absolutely?”

    “Absolutely,” Liz insisted, her voice firm, leaving no room for argument.

    “Come on, please, Master.”

    “…Fine.” I relented.

    I went out into the yard. The Barghests bounded towards me.

    “Alright, you guys! Playtime!” I’d crossed some kind of line.

    “Oh my! You’re all so fluffy and cute!” I hugged the nearest Barghest and buried my face in its fur.

    “Woof woof~” I scratched under its chin.

    “Ahh, that was fun! Come here!!” I spread my arms, and the Barghests piled on top of me, burying me in a sea of black fluff. I drifted off to sleep.

    “…Master, you were doing that this whole time?”

    Liz’s voice was filled with exasperated disbelief.

    “It’s fun,” I said defensively.

    The grass and the Barghests made an excellent bed. Well, mostly Barghests. I barely touched the grass.

    “Come on, Liz, join us.”

    “I don’t want to do anything so embarrassing.”

    “Aw, that’s mean. You’re making me do it, and now you won’t…”

    I switched gears.

    “—Lizlit Finis. This is an order. Come here and lie down with me. This is a necessary measure to foster amicable relations with the Barghests, who are part of this mansion’s security detail.”

    “Why are you so eloquent only when making up excuses?”

    “Maybe because I believe what I’m saying is true.”

    I spread my arms and beckoned her.

    “Come on, Liz.”

    “…Fine,” she sighed.

    Liz joined me in the sea of black fluff.

    “…Oh, this is… surprisingly pleasant.”

    Liz’s movements were hesitant. She hadn’t abandoned her composure as completely as I had. But she lay beside me, buried in fur like me, tentatively petting the heads and chins of the Barghests that nudged against her.

    “See?” I said smugly.

    “…But will this really make them bond with you?”

    “Who knows?”

    “So noncommittal.”

    “I didn’t do this to make them bond with me.” I stroked the nearest Barghest’s neck with the back of my hand, slowly combing through its soft fur with my fingers.

    “When I came here, I was anxious and lonely… they really comforted me.”

    “Master, I didn’t know you had such a sensitive side.”

    Liz spoke in her usual tone, but she was smiling.

    “I’m incredibly sensitive.”

    So I replied, as I always did.

    Smiling, as I always did.

  • The Virus King (JP-GL) 4

    4. One Person and One Beast in the Basement

    My security detail consisted primarily of Liz.

    According to her, when she was out, a replacement guard was dispatched. However, I’d never seen them, so I didn’t know much about them.

    The replacement was also an assassin from Liz’s elite Royal Guard division. Liz had explained, “An assassin who reveals themselves is second-rate,” implying that they specialized in covert protection.

    Incidentally, when I’d remarked, “But you reveal yourself, and you’re first-rate,” she’d blushed and lightly punched my shoulder.

    Still, skilled individuals were always in high demand. And Liz was skilled.

    As my adjutant, she could engage in strategic-level discussions.

    As my bodyguard, she was well-versed in assassination techniques and highly capable in combat.

    As my maid, she handled all household chores… with a slight clumsiness that, frankly, made her even more perfect.

    And since she was a practical, rather than ornamental, maid, she also did the shopping.

    Currently, our primary source of groceries was the market. While we’d gone into town together a few times, Liz seemed reluctant, so I usually stayed behind.

    The reason she, a top elite (and self-made) member of the Demon King’s army, also handled maid duties and shopping was to ensure food safety.

    According to her, “Poisoning is the quickest way to assassinate Master, who has no poison resistance.”

    Poison resistance.

    Such a fantasy-esque term.

    While not quantifiable, I imagined such a thing existed on Earth, too, to varying degrees. You occasionally heard stories about someone surviving a poisonous mushroom stew while everyone else perished.

    Incidentally, the reason I’d been given the name “Virus King, Lord of Disease” was related to that. Of course, I had also proposed using poison and disease as attack vectors.

    But ultimately, the name was chosen because it might deter enemies from attempting to poison me.

    Liz had come up with the name. She had been my bodyguard and monitor since before I had a title.

    I’d asked, “Isn’t it a bit… flamboyant?”

    Liz had replied, “It suits you.”

    I’d been naively pleased at the time, but now I suspected she’d meant, “(Given that almost all the strategies you propose are heinous and reveal your rotten core), it suits you.”

    Surely not, I thought, but now that we were closer, I was even more afraid to ask, so it would probably remain a mystery forever.

    According to Liz, who confided in hushed tones, the replacement guards were different every time and several levels below her in skill.

    Therefore, while she was out, I stayed in the safest, but also most boring room in the mansion—the basement.

    While not as expansive as the upper levels, the basement was quite large. Several rooms served as storage. Others remained unused. One of these rooms had been magically fortified to an extreme degree.

    It had magical lighting, and during the winter, magical heating and blankets.

    Furthermore, before going out, Liz usually left me homemade snacks and drinks. There was a rocking chair, a plush sofa—every comfort imaginable.

    I could even bring down several books from the library and enjoy a leisurely reading session. It was a lovely space.

    Except that once the door was locked, it couldn’t be opened from the inside. There was a toilet, thankfully, but the term “nuclear shelter” kept coming to mind.

    And it was a little lonely.

    So, for both company and protection, I brought in a Barghest, a magical beast that resembled a black dog.

    When it was cold, I used its fur for warmth. When I was bored, I petted it and, on a whim, taught it tricks. They were generally intelligent, and being magical creatures, quite resilient.

    “Master, I’m back.”

    The basement door opened from the outside.

    If Liz didn’t return for some reason, someone else would have to open this door. Or perhaps, it wouldn’t open at all.

    “Welcome back, Liz!”

    I stood, ran to her, and hugged her, expressing my relief physically.

    “…Master always does this when I return from shopping,” Liz observed.

    “Hmm? Well, I was lonely.”

    “You’re one to talk…” She gave me an exasperated look.

    But it was true!

    I was the Virus King, Lord of Disease.

    But inside, I was just a regular human. Partly due to my fragmented memory, I’d resigned myself to simply surviving this hard-mode life I’d been thrust into.

    I had nothing certain, not even a firm grasp on my own identity. I was just… a person.

    But telling her that would be cowardly.

    I was employed as the Virus King, Lord of Disease.

    I thought we’d become somewhat close. However, the most important bond connecting us was our professional relationship as “the Virus King, Lord of Disease, and her adjutant.” That was an undeniable fact.

    So, after one last, tight squeeze, I released her.

    “Anything happen while you were out?”

    She usually replied, “Nothing in particular.”

    But today was different.

    “Fufufu. Actually, there’s something I want to show you.”

    “A new operation, perhaps?”

    I beckoned the Barghest. “Barghest…?”

    “Watch this,” I said.

    “Very well.”

    “Sit.” The Barghest promptly sat.

    “Eh?”

    “Shake!” The Barghest placed its paw in my outstretched hand.

    “Other paw!” It offered the other paw.

    The feel of its paw pads was the same as an Earth dog’s, soothing, even though it was a magical beast from another world.

    “Good boy!” I ruffled its head vigorously. Partly for my own amusement, but also because these creatures seemed to enjoy robust displays of affection.

    “Ta-da!” I puffed out my chest proudly.

    Liz’s exasperated retort was the expected next step in this well-rehearsed routine.

    “Master… what did you just do?”

    “Huh?”

    Wait.

    That wasn’t the plan.

    Her cute face was etched with surprise. Liz’s wide-eyed expression was a rare sight indeed.

  • The Virus King (JP-GL) 3

    3. Audience with the Demon King

    With each step, I felt the weight of gazes upon my back. The sensation of the red carpet beneath my feet seemed to vanish under the pressure.

    Liz’s presence behind me was a lifeline.

    The Demon King spoke.

    “Virus King, Lord of Disease. I ask you, how fares the task I assigned you, to weaken the human nations?”

    I pretended to whisper something to Liz.

    “Your Majesty,” Liz said, “the Lord of Disease says, ‘My plan is proceeding smoothly.’”

    “Is that so…” The Demon King nodded slowly.

    “I am pleased to hear of the Virus King’s success.”

    “We are grateful for your kind words.” Liz bowed respectfully in my stead.

    “However, the war remains arduous, and we cannot afford to be complacent.”

    A tense, almost painful atmosphere filled the air. Everyone shared a sense of impending crisis.

    They had to act, or they would lose.

    And the only one achieving results was the “Sixth Army”—the Virus King’s forces. Actions that mocked the very notion of chivalry.

    Not that humans hadn’t killed non-combatants, or that demons hadn’t done the same.

    But those were consequences of war, byproducts of establishing control over territories.

    I, however, had defined the purpose of the war—the extinction of humanity—as the targeting of non-combatants.

    The heavy atmosphere likely stemmed from the unspoken condemnation of my methods.

    Yet, no one voiced a single word of disapproval, not officially. This was before His Majesty, and I was a supreme commander. Every operation was approved by the Demon King, and I had just received his commendation.

    Incidentally, I was the most enigmatic of the supreme commanders. I had to conceal my true nature because it was so… underwhelming. But that was beside the point.

    Because I was an unknown entity, they couldn’t easily accuse me.

    Still, the atmosphere was thick with disapproval, Your Majesty.

    “—I trust in your continued loyalty…”

    Afterward, some departed, while others remained to deliver reports and proposals to His Majesty. I was among those who left. Liz had instructed me to retreat before I exposed my inadequacies.

    Fortunately, I managed to exit without tripping over my robe and was now relaxing on the sofa in the waiting room. According to the antique grandfather clock, it was almost noon.

    “We’re eating at home today, right?” I asked Liz.

    “If this doesn’t drag on too long. Are you hungry?”

    “A little.”

    Physically, I wasn’t particularly tired, having only stood and listened to important people talk. Mentally, however, standing alongside people who could kill me in an instant was rather draining.

    The oppressive wartime atmosphere, of course, but also the scrutiny. Suspicion, hostility, envy, reverence. Being subjected to all those gazes… maybe stares do have physical force.

    “Please try to maintain your composure a little longer.”

    “Yeah.”

    As we waited, making small talk interspersed with work-related discussions, Liz nudged my arm and gave me a pointed look. I did my best to appear composed.

    “You two, wait here.”

    He addressed the two royal guards. The one who entered was the same person who had sat on the throne in the audience chamber—His Majesty the Demon King. The supreme leader of the Listrea Demon Kingdom, and humanity’s sworn enemy.

    The phrase “humanity’s sworn enemy” had recently become more associated with the Virus King, Lord of Disease, but this individual remained the ultimate target of their hatred.

    “It’s been a while, Virus King. Are you well?”

    “Yes, Your Majesty.”

    I removed my mask and bowed my head. The mask was for concealing my identity. Unnecessary with him.

    His Majesty sat on the sofa opposite me.

    “There’s no need for such formality. I’ve dismissed everyone. This won’t be recorded.”

    “Thank you.” I smiled faintly. I was indebted to him. He was also my superior. I softened my tone and demeanor slightly.

    “Tell me, how are things truly progressing?”

    “You’ve likely received reports from other sources, but… smoothly. As you said, however, we cannot afford to be optimistic.” I smiled thinly.

    “I believe I can keep my ‘promise.’”

    “…It was a trivial promise. You may forget it.”

    “Keeping promises is important, as a human being.”

    Though I had resolved to trample upon everything humanity held dear.

    His Majesty gave a faint smile. But it quickly faded, replaced by an expression of weariness as he sank into the sofa.

    “I’m rather fatigued… The situation is dire, and opinions are divided. Despite your accomplishments, they are a source of contention. Many resent you, and me, for placing my trust in you…”

    “…I apologize.”

    “No, you are doing well.” His Majesty looked directly into my eyes. Deep blue eyes, clear despite his age.

    “…Is it… difficult?”

    A sharp pang of guilt struck my chest.

    “Few know you are human. I am having you kill your own kind.”

    “…I appreciate your concern.” I continued, my voice firm.

    “I am the Virus King, Lord of Disease. This name, Your Majesty bestowed upon me when I had lost my own. My current position, my livelihood—I owe it all to you.”

    I had lost my name when I arrived in this world. I could no longer recall the names of those I held dear.

    I felt as if I had ceased to be myself.

    “Moreover, this nation has become a home to me, one who no longer has a place to return to. …I am human. And humans… are capable of killing to protect their home.”

    How many people had readily killed in the name of defending their homeland? There were countless things more important than a human life.

    Yet, it was because I understood the value of a human life that I could be the Virus King, Lord of Disease.

    I was a supreme commander of the Demon King’s army of the Listrea Demon Kingdom.

    “I will do what I must. As promised. That is all.”

    “…I see.”

    “But I truly appreciate your words.” I softened my tone and bowed my head.

    Honestly, I didn’t know how much personal affection His Majesty held for me. Our relationship was ultimately that of a superior and subordinate.

    But still, he had believed in my near-delusional words, accepted them, and elevated me to the rank of supreme commander.

    Besides, a superior who genuinely cared for their subordinates was a rare treasure. I was sincerely grateful.

    “Take care of yourself. …Though I’m hardly one to say such things.”

    His Majesty then shifted his gaze to Liz, who stood beside me.

    “Darkling Blade, Lizlit Finis. I ask this of you as well. I have no one else to turn to. Protect the Virus King, Lord of Disease. Annihilate any enemy who dares to harm her.”

    “Of course, Your Majesty.” Liz smiled gracefully and bowed her head.

    Her previous assignment had been with His Majesty’s personal guard division. —Or rather, it still was.

    As His Majesty had addressed her, she was the Darkling Blade, one of the most skilled assassins.

    Her task was to protect and monitor me. If I betrayed them, she would kill me. But as long as I remained loyal, she would undoubtedly protect me with her life.

    That’s how highly valued I was.

    Perhaps it was the position of supreme commander that they truly valued. That was certainly easier to understand.

    But still… I felt that His Majesty and Liz also cared, at least a little, for me.

    That was reason enough to fight.

    …Enough for me to issue the heinous orders that terrified even demons.

    It was enough.

    “By the way, Master, may I ask what this ‘promise’ is?”

    Liz asked on our way back to the mansion, the two of us riding in the carriage he’d arranged.

    I tilted my head at her question.

    “Huh, didn’t I tell you? Or did His Majesty not mention it?”

    “No, you didn’t, and he didn’t.”

    “Oh.”

    “Would you mind telling me?”

    “I made this pitch,” I said with a smile.

    “—‘I’ll exterminate humanity in three years.’”

    Liz’s expression became… complicated.

    “What’s wrong?” I asked.

    “Master… you weren’t a soldier or an assassin in your previous world, were you…?”

    “Nope.”

    “I consider myself a rather competent assassin…”

    “Uh-huh.”

    She belonged to His Majesty’s personal guard division. That was a testament to her skill, among the very best in the nation.

    “I probably wouldn’t be able to say something like that in your position.”

    “Yeah, I was pretty reckless, even by my standards.”

    “R-reckless?”

    “I’d just arrived in this world. I was confused, angry at humanity, anxious about everything. I just figured I’d use the strongest words I could think of.”

    Liz’s expression became complicated again.

    “…I guess I still don’t understand you very well, Master.”

    “Understanding another person is hard work.”

    That’s what made it interesting, I thought.

    Understanding another person was hard. But killing them without understanding them was far easier.

    “It’s going to get much harder from here on out.”

    I murmured.

    This world was already hell. A world where nations clashed, where humans and demons waged a war of extinction.

    It was ironic that within this hell, the one most feared for her ruthlessness was a human from Earth.

  • The Virus King (JP-GL) 2

    2. Summoned to the Royal Castle

    Liz and I arrived at the royal castle.

    The strategically vital heart of this nation—the capital of the Listrea Demon Kingdom.

    Built during wartime, the castle wasn’t particularly opulent. Rather, constructed as a last bastion, it exuded an air of stark functionality.

    While one might be tempted to describe it as physically and magically impregnable… if it ever came to a siege here, the demons would undoubtedly lose.

    Liz exchanged brief greetings with the guards as we slowly crossed the long drawbridge spanning the water-filled moat. She offered further salutations to the guards at the castle gate.

    I remained silent, as instructed. My mask hid any trace of expression.

    Liz had ordered me to maintain a straight back and move with a measured grace to project an aura of authority. The long robe, reaching my ankles, made walking slightly awkward, but tripping over the hem here was not an option.

    I was a supreme commander of the Demon King’s army, after all.

    Liz led the way with an air of familiarity, and I followed at a leisurely pace.

    We were eventually ushered into a waiting room. Used also as a reception room, the carpets underfoot and paintings adorning the walls contributed to a moderately stately atmosphere.

    Most importantly, the sofas were comfortable. Especially with my maid by my side.

    “You can relax for a bit,” Liz said.

    “Thanks.” I let my shoulders slump.

    “Haaah~!” I exhaled dramatically.

    “…You’re relaxing a little too much,” Liz commented.

    “I’ll behave properly in the audience chamber…”

    I flopped my head onto Liz’s shoulder. She sat next to me with impeccable posture. I closed my eyes. The mask would hide it.

    “I said you’re relaxing too much.”

    “You’d sense any approaching presence, wouldn’t you, Liz…?”

    She was the assassin I trusted most.

    “Even assassins directly under His Majesty… if they’re on my level, there’s a chance I wouldn’t notice.”

    “Wouldn’t assassins of that caliber already know my true identity?”

    After all, I had the luxurious experience of being guarded by His Majesty’s personal guard division’s elite assassins, including Liz.

    Depending on your perspective, it was surveillance. And depending on His Majesty’s decision, it could have been a prelude to assassination.

    However, that connection led to the maid currently supporting my head being assigned as my bodyguard. Nostalgic memories.

    “It’s a matter of degree. Not everyone knows that the Virus King, Lord of Disease, is such a slacker in private.”

    “Saying that out loud seems more problematic. Well, I’m the type who likes to separate work and private life, too.”

    My job, after all, was supreme commander of the Demon King’s army.

    Specifically, I headed a rather unique department specializing in disrupting the enemy’s domestic infrastructure.

    My subordinates consisted of assassination squads and disinformation/agitation units.

    It didn’t sound good, and the actual work was even less savory. I had no desire to bring that into my personal life.

    “I don’t know anyone who mixes business with pleasure and abuses their authority as much as you, Master…”

    “Must be all those good bosses you’ve had.”

    If every boss were a good boss, surely workers everywhere would be happy. It was unfortunate that such was not the case.

    “…Not really,” Liz muttered. I felt her long ears twitch slightly.

    “Master. Compose yourself.”

    “Yes.” I straightened up, lifting my head from her shoulder.

    I adjusted my slightly askew hood and activated the voice-altering enchantment on my mask.

    A moment later, a knock echoed through the room, and a maid entered. A dark elf like Liz, but an ordinary maid, not an assassin.

    Her uniform was slightly different from Liz’s. It was a one-piece dress, and the apron wasn’t as… chest-emphasizing.

    “Lord of Disease. Lizlit Finis. Preparations for the audience are complete. Please follow me…”

    “Lord of Disease.”

    Liz stood up and called my ‘name,’ politely prompting me. I nodded magnanimously.

    As I rose, I tapped the carpet with the ferrule of my staff. The maid flinched, her shoulders trembling, and she quickly lowered her head.

    I waved a hand clad in a black leather glove.

    “Thank you…”

    My voice was deep and resonant, completely unlike my own, its gender ambiguous, seeming to emanate from the depths of the earth.

    While the mask looked like it was imbued with dangerous magic, it was honestly a collection of convenient functions. Rare, in its own way.

    First, it had a perception-distorting enchantment. Apparently, it made it difficult to see my neck and hair, or at least made them appear unremarkable.

    Then, there were the excellent visual enhancements. Although the mask lacked eyeholes, I could see perfectly well.

    More than perfectly well, actually. The visuals were incredibly sharp. It also had zoom and night vision functions, among other things. Enough to make me wonder, “Was I hired as a sniper?”

    Apparently, all these enchantments were replicable by a veteran archer without any magical assistance, but for an ordinary person like me, they were incredibly handy.

    The respiratory functions were also comprehensive.

    Despite the lack of a mouth opening, breathing was normal, and it even purified the air. Fortunately, I hadn’t yet had the opportunity to test that function.

    The way it comfortably adhered to my face was also a plus.

    And most importantly, the glowing eyes were the best.

    Completely useless, purely aesthetic. When worn, the eye-like markings on the left side glowed an eerie orange. The intensity and pattern of the glow supposedly changed according to the wearer’s will and emotions. I’d practiced making them flicker dramatically in front of a mirror until I’d achieved a level of mastery.

    I wouldn’t deny that it was a rather embarrassing practice session, one I’d prefer no one witnessed.

    But that, too, was part of being a supreme commander.

    The job of a commander was to set direction, make decisions, and be a banner.

    While supreme commanders typically served as banners on the front lines—my battlefield was here, at the very rear.

    An easy job of simply issuing cruel orders from the safety of the royal capital. Orders so heinous that even demons described them as ‘blood-curdling.’

    Thus, this, too, was a battlefield for me. If I were to trip and make a fool of myself, who knew what kind of rumors would spread?

    I couldn’t allow that, not for the sake of my subordinates who believed in me.

    Steeling myself, I followed Liz, who walked a few steps ahead.

    The audience chamber wasn’t far. I walked slowly, deliberately, my footsteps echoing on the stone floor.

    The massive doors of the audience chamber stood open.

    Liz took her position beside the doors as I entered first. Stepping through, I trod upon a crimson carpet.

    Apparently, I was the last to arrive, as the doors closed behind me with a heavy thud.

    This was both the audience chamber and the throne room. A vast hall located at the very heart of the castle, spanning several floors.

    At the far end hung a long banner, the nation’s emblem—a dragon with a serpent’s tongue—embroidered in gold on a black background. Beneath it stood the ornate throne.

    Upon the throne sat His Majesty the Demon King, arrayed in full regalia: crown, scepter, and a white robe adorned with intricate embroidery. While the nation’s image color was black, white served to accentuate it.

    The assembled attendees, representing various races, were mostly clad in black, making His Majesty’s white attire stand out like a beacon in the darkness.

    I walked straight down the red carpet, which doubled as a guide, toward His Majesty.

    Another red carpet lay perpendicular to the first, forming a cross. It marked the front row, before the throne.

    Four figures already stood in line. Liz and I joined them at the end.

    My fellow commanders were a distinguished group. With the exception of the dragon, who had prior commitments, all the supreme commanders were present.

    There were six supreme commanders of the Demon King’s army.

    挿絵(By みてみん)

    Absent today was the “Dragon Mother,” Lital, who ruled over all dragons residing in this nation as the apex of the dragon race. Female. I had yet to see her, but she was said to be a beautiful silver dragon. Stationed in the Lital mountain range, which shared her name and served as the nation’s border, she oversaw the defense of the realm and rarely appeared at such gatherings. The simple fact that she was too large to fit comfortably within the castle was also a contributing factor.

    Then there was “Broken Fang” Lathus, commander of the beastman army, a veteran beast warrior who commanded the absolute trust of the beastman race. Male. He had the head of a fierce, black-grey wolf and a hairy body. A werewolf, in short. Over two meters tall, he wore a black, gold-buttoned coat with the collar turned up. All but one of the front buttons were undone, the coat hanging open dramatically. Judging by his bulging pectoral muscles and the sheer amount of fur, it probably wouldn’t close anyway. A wild one. Despite his appearance, he carried a rapier and a dagger at his hips.

    Next was the “Old One,” a traditional, high-ranking greater demon, the oldest member of the demon army, who had founded this nation alongside His Majesty the Demon King. True name undisclosed. Gender undisclosed. Even standing next to Lathus, he towered over him by two heads, a shadowy figure. Black, bat-like wings sprouted from his back. His long, slender body was covered in long hair. His head resembled a goat’s, but with four bony horns. His hands were long and thin, his feet hidden beneath thick fur. A truly bizarre appearance, nothing short of grotesque. He carried no weapons. However, while demons were skilled with weapons, they were all formidable mages. No fool in this world would underestimate an unarmed demon.

    Then there was “Blood Knight” Bringit Finis, the dark elf commander of the dark knights. Female. The older sister of my adjutant, maid, and assassin, Lizlit Finis. Clad in red full plate armor without a helmet, a black cloak draped over her shoulders, and a longsword at her hip. Her long silver hair was tied back in a ponytail, giving her a valiant appearance. She resembled Liz, as sisters often do, but her gaze was so sharp that it made one question their relation. Well, Liz could be intimidating when she was serious, too, but in her case, it manifested as a blank expression.

    Next was “Greater Wraith” Eldritch, commander-in-chief of the undead army. The gender of undead was largely subjective and based on appearance, but he was supposedly male. A greater wraith, as his title suggested, but apparently the last of his kind, hence the use of his species as a title. Being a wraith, his entire body was translucent. A semi-transparent purple hood shadowed his equally translucent skeletal face. Eerie blue-green will-o’-the-wisps flickered in his dark eye sockets. His bony, translucent hand grasped a gnarled staff, wrapped in so many different cloths that the staff itself was almost entirely concealed.

    And finally, I, the “Virus King, Lord of Disease,” the sixth supreme commander in the four-hundred-year history of this nation. True name undisclosed. Species undisclosed. Gender undisclosed. A dark green hooded robe edged with gold. A lighter green robe beneath. A long, narrow cloth embroidered with runes in gold thread draped over my shoulders. Three amulets around my neck. An unsettling mask peeked out from beneath the hood, ominous orange lights flickering within like malevolent eyes. The gnarled staff in my hand held an elongated, octahedral blue gem bound by crisscrossing chains. Thick black gloves concealed my skin entirely.

    Hence the ‘species unknown.’ Which was rare in this nation… practically nonexistent, in fact. Given the nation’s origins as a coalition of races united against the humans who ostracized them.

    So, “What is the Virus King, Lord of Disease’s species?” was currently the hottest topic of gossip.

    The most popular theory was demon. Undead was a solid second. With further subdivisions based on specific appearance and morphology, apparently.

    Dark elf and beastman trailed slightly due to the design of my hood, though some argued that I might be an elf or beastman with cropped ears, hence the concealment.

    Doppelganger. Summoned creature. Every race except dragons had its supporters.

    Speaking of dragons, there was also the long-shot theory of a mutated humanoid dragon.

    This theory was considered a long shot because no one could convincingly answer the question, “Why would they hide it?”

    Well, that applied to most of the theories, but this one in particular. There was a theory that I was concealing my race to avoid the appearance of favoring a race with two representatives in the supreme commander positions, which traditionally had only one member from each race. That at least provided a rationale.

    There was also the utterly baffling theory of a higher-order conceptual lifeform.

    In that case, I was supposedly the embodiment of the “concept of slaughter,” a notion that made my head spin just hearing it.

    And then there was the persistent human theory.

    Since I rarely left the suburban mansion provided as my base of operations, I was the center of attention at these public events. Whispers reached my ears.

    “Is that… the Virus King, Lord of Disease?”

    “No one has ever seen what’s under the hood…”

    “What race is he, anyway…?”

    “There are rumors that he’s human…”

    “Don’t be absurd. Could a human commit such atrocities…?”

    Plenty of my subordinates have seen my face. A considerable number, in fact.

    And I was one hundred percent, pure, unadulterated human.

    —And leading these six supreme commanders was “His Majesty the Demon King.” True name undisclosed. Apparently a dark elf of an older generation. Age unknown, but given that he’d reigned since the nation’s founding some four hundred years ago, he was older than almost every being present.

    The apex of all demonkind, and the strongest.

    Age had etched deep wrinkles into his face, and his silver hair, characteristic of dark elves, had lost its luster and was now more accurately described as white. His skin, too, was pale, as if faded. Yet, an undeniable aura of intimidation emanated from him. Was this a diminished form of his power, or had he accumulated strength with age?

    In either case, he possessed the authority befitting the leader of the monstrous supreme commanders of the Demon King’s army.

    It felt like His Majesty and the other supreme commanders could wipe out humanity on their own. However, humanity had considerable strength in numbers, making such a feat impossible. In fact, in a full-scale confrontation, it was said that the demons would be the ones defeated.

    They could put up a ‘good fight.’ They could ‘make their mark.’

    But those were not words a leader should use in a war.

    The two honor guards flanking His Majesty simultaneously struck the floor with the butts of their flag-bearing spears.

    Silence fell over the chamber, as still as water. A silence that awaited His Majesty’s words.

    “It appears everyone has gathered…”

    His voice was raspy. But it resonated clearly, prompting everyone to straighten their posture.

    “Then, let us begin…”

    I felt his gaze turn towards me.

    “Virus King, Lord of Disease. Step forward.”

  • The Virus King (JP-GL) 1

    1. The Virus King

    挿絵(By みてみん)

    The “Virus King, Lord of Disease” exists.

    A supreme commander of the Demon King’s army.

    A wicked fiend of unparalleled cruelty.

    The sworn enemy of humankind.

    “Another village has vanished… No, perhaps it’s more accurate to say it was erased?”

    The room was so dark that one could barely make out the face of the person sitting next to them.

    Since morning, punctuated only by a light lunch, the discussion had dragged on. The approaching dusk outside contributed to the gloom, yet no one suggested lighting a lamp.

    The Human Alliance Against Demons. Representatives from three great nations and thirteen smaller states gathered around a circular table, their agenda overflowing.

    However, for over a year, only one truly vital topic had dominated their discussions.

    “It’s ‘him’ again…” a voice grated, filled with suppressed frustration.

    “The Virus King, Lord of Disease…”

    A grave voice. Then… a profound, utter silence descended.

    Roughly a year had passed since that name began to be whispered. In that single year, the human population had plummeted by over ten percent.

    They were murdered.

    By a blade striking from the shadows.

    By an arrow loosed from an unseen hand.

    By dark magic.

    A warrior might have parried the blade. Sensed the presence and dodged the arrow. Sharpened their spirit and resisted the magic.

    But such skills were beyond the reach of mere farmers. They were not knights, soldiers, or mages. The Virus King, Lord of Disease, almost exclusively targeted the farmers of rural villages, far from the protection of cities.

    No one dared venture out at night anymore. No one entered the perpetually dim forests, even during the day. Even working in the fields in broad daylight offered no sense of security.

    Though city defenses were heavily fortified, fear gripped everyone. People abandoned their homes, their livelihoods, their familiar villages, just to cling to life – a tragically commonplace occurrence.

    The vast and fertile land itself had become humanity’s enemy.

    Yet, most cities remained untouched. The armies stationed throughout the land, with few exceptions, had suffered no direct attacks.

    “It seems the Kingdom has suffered the most…”

    “The Empire appears to be holding strong. We have high expectations for you in the coming decisive battle.”

    “We of the Holy Kingdom will smite the enemies of God.”

    Despite the near-total darkness obscuring their faces, sparks seemed to fly between the representatives of the Empire, the Kingdom, and the Holy Kingdom. Humanity was not united.

    Their origins differed.

    Their political systems differed.

    Their histories differed.

    Their cultures differed.

    The size of their territories, the extent of their losses—everything.

    They were a patchwork alliance united only by a common enemy.

    A year ago, that had been enough. After a long, arduous war spanning over four centuries, humanity was on the cusp of victory, pushing the demons to the desolate edges of the continent.

    All that remained was to launch the final offensive.

    But the demons were a foe that humanity could only overcome by uniting all its strength. Victory was certain, but the cost would be immeasurable.

    Victory would bring nothing but peace of mind and honor. No fertile lands to seize. No treasures to plunder.

    With victory in sight, human unity had fractured.

    Still, they maintained their vigilance along the borders, occasionally launching small-scale attacks to whittle down the enemy’s forces. They believed that through attrition, the demons, lacking fertile lands, would eventually be defeated. They should have been.

    Until the Virus King, Lord of Disease, appeared.

    “…We have no choice but to increase patrols and strengthen our vigilance.”

    The weary conclusion, reached countless times before, was utterly banal.

    “But the rural villages…”

    “We, too, are stretched thin just protecting the cities. Yet, precisely because of that, the cities have remained untouched by his evil hand.”

    The whispered exchange, too, was a familiar refrain.

    “…If only he… If only the Virus King, Lord of Disease, were gone…”

    Someone choked out the words in the now completely darkened room.

    Those words echoed the sentiment of all humanity.

    The Virus King, Lord of Disease, was an early riser.

    …Or sometimes, she slept in.

    “Master, wake up.”

    I nestled snugly in my canopied bed, listening to the sweet voice calling my name.

    “…Whoa, what’s with the suspicious bulge?”

    The blankets were ripped away.

    “I knew it! I told you to stop bringing Barghests into bed with you!”

    Startled by her words, the pack of large black dogs—Black Hound Barghests—that had been snuggled around me under the covers scattered.

    They scrambled over each other to jump out the window. Which, by the way, was on the second floor.

    “Ahh, Liz, good morning…”

    I greeted the dark elf maid standing beside my bed, her silver, short-cropped hair adorable.

    Her name was Lizlit Finis. I called her Liz for short.

    Her figure—curvaceous where it should be, toned where it should be—was stunning. Even I, as a woman, felt a pang of… not lust, but envy.

    She wore a navy shirt and a midi skirt, a white, low-cut apron dress, and a white-brimmed cap. On her legs were white stockings and a garter belt that I couldn’t really see right now. The navy of her shirt and skirt accentuated her brown skin, creating a beautiful contrast with the frilled white apron, the white-brimmed cap, and, most of all, her silver hair.

    Perfect.

    The British Empire invented many revolutionary technologies. But even they never created anything greater than the Victorian maid uniform and the culture of maids.

    The basic design was mine, a compromise between her preference for a more practical, shorter skirt and my desire for a traditional long skirt.

    Amidst the overall traditional maid outfit, only her personal red scarf deviated from the norm. But it was cute, so there was no problem.

    “Honestly… Please get up. Are you really the Virus King, Lord of Disease?”

    “I’m pretty sure there’s only one Virus King, Lord of Disease.”

    I was the Virus King, Lord of Disease. Bestowed upon me by His Majesty the Demon King: the position of supreme commander, a commander’s salary, a suburban mansion, and a personal maid.

    “That’s not what I… Never mind. Master, you know what I mean…”

    Liz’s expression was one of resignation.

    What she wanted from me, I suppose, was an attitude befitting a supreme commander of the Demon King’s army: always composed, dignified, full of authority and composure.

    Yeah, I get it.

    But if I acted all composed, dignified, and authoritative in my own bedroom right after waking up, I’d get an ulcer.

    It’s already a tough job as it is. After all, I’m just a 26-year-old Japanese woman currently suffering from a bit of localized amnesia.

    I do have memories of living in Japan, but parts of them are like Swiss cheese.

    Specifically, I can’t remember names. My own name, the names of my family and friends. And I can’t clearly recall scenes where names are being used.

    In other words, my memory is pretty much shot. Identity crisis level shot. Place names and historical figures are fine, though.

    But this is another world. Remembering place names is completely useless.

    So why am I called the Virus King, Lord of Disease, serving as a supreme commander of the Demon King’s army?

    Yeah, life’s twists and turns are truly baffling.

    But it’s not all bad.

    I’m called “Master” by an adorable dark elf maid, who gently… well, she did rip the blankets off me today, but let’s forget about that. Gently woken up, taken care of, three meals a day plus snacks and naps.

    Yeah, life’s twists and turns are truly baffling.

    “By the way, could you please stop bringing Barghests into your room?”

    “Why?”

    “They are legitimate magical beasts. Even under your control, there’s always a possibility of something happening. Besides, it could interfere with magical signature identification in case of an emergency.”

    Ah, right. Because they were almost completely buried under the covers.

    “I was a little cold last night.”

    “If you tell me, I’ll bring you more blankets.”

    “I didn’t want to wake you up in the middle of the night.”

    “I’m a maid. Just ring the bell, and I’ll come anytime…”

    “You could sleep with me, Liz.”

    “I’m your bodyguard.” Liz sighed.

    “Wouldn’t sleeping in the same bed be more bodyguard-like?”

    “…Well, I can’t say that’s entirely wrong.”

    “You sleep at night, right, Liz?”

    “Of course. As you know, I sleep in the next room so I can respond immediately if anything happens.”

    “So, wouldn’t it be more efficient to sleep together?”

    I pressed on.

    “…That’s what they call mixing business with pleasure. I’m the type who likes to keep work and private life separate.”

    She didn’t fall for it.

    “Then let’s do it privately.”

    I persisted, just for the fun of it.

    “Could you save that kind of sleep talk for when you’re actually asleep?”

    She shut me down.

    “Now, it’s time for breakfast. Please get ready quickly. You’re summoned to the royal castle today, you know.”

    “Right.”

    It’s not like I forgot.

    Absolutely not.

    I just enjoyed a little lighthearted banter with Liz after waking up.

    “Could you bring my clothes?”

    “Thanks, Liz.”

    “You’re welcome.”

    I took off my nightclothes and put on the outfit Liz brought, piece by piece.

    First, a light green robe. Made of magically woven cloth, but a common item in this country.

    Then a dark green hooded robe. Also a common item—but a bit more high-end, apparently, as the hood was edged with gold.

    Next, a shoulder cloth. Like a long scarf draped over the shoulders instead of wrapped around the neck. Black with gold embroidery and rune lettering.

    Around my neck, on a cord, hung several amulets: a vial of sand, a large, rune-inscribed beast’s fang, and a metal plate engraved with a magic circle and a round jewel at the center.

    In my hand, a staff. A gnarled wooden staff with an octahedral blue gem bound to it by eight iron chains. The very picture of an evil sorcerer’s staff.

    Finally, after pulling up the hood, I picked up the mask. No need to wear it yet. But I took another look at it.

    Jet black, without a single air hole. A row of engraved markings on the left side resembled an eye, but they were purely decorative. The markings emitted a faint orange glow, flickering irregularly, unsettling to behold.

    This was the formal attire of the Virus King, Lord of Disease.

    This was me, now.

    —The lowest, most vile mage, master of disease and poison.

    …Incidentally, even dressed like this, I was still the same ordinary woman, with no particular magical talent. These items were expensive, yes, but they were all focused on defense.

    Those were all minor details.

    Even without these things, I had become the sixth of the five supreme commanders of the Demon King’s army, feared by both enemy and ally alike. The weapons I wielded were the common sense and basic human decency of my world.

    I dramatically swished the hem of my robe.

    “Let’s go, Liz.”

    “Yes, Master. —Lord of Disease.”

    I called out to Liz, and she bowed respectfully.

    I was the Virus King, Lord of Disease.

    Species: Human.

    Objective: Human extinction.

    “By the way, you do realize we’re having breakfast before going to the royal castle, right?”

    “That’s why I’m getting into character.”

    “Ah, yes… Of course…”