The Regressed Demon Lord is Kind

“You’re the only one left now,” Zich said as he raised Windur.

“Did you kill all my underlings?”

“Yeah, you’re the last one.” The leader let out a sigh.
He had expected this, and his gamble had ultimately failed.
‘Even so, I’m not going to die easily.’ He tightly clenched his fist.
“Die!”

The leader rushed towards Zich.
He used his increased physical abilities as a transformed monster to attack Zich, and Zich lightly swung Winfur.

Bammm! A loud explosion erupted between the two, and the surrounding trees shook.
The birds holding their breaths and shivering in fear all instantly flew away.
However, this lasted only for a moment, and silence soon fell upon the forest again.

“Cough!” The leader was sprawled out beneath a tree that had completely bent over from the shock of impact.
His appearance was devastating.
His limbs were bent in the opposite direction, and there was a large hole in his chest.
Blood flowed out from his mouth, and blood spurted out of deep injuries all over his body.
They were injuries that would have immediately killed off any ordinary person. 

However, the leader was still breathing.
His injuries seemed to be also repairing themselves, as his regenerative abilities were truly fitting for a monster.
Since his injuries were so deep, however, it would still take some time for him to heal until he could start moving again.
There was little chance that Zich, who was holding Windur in front of him, would wait that long for him to heal.

“Kill me.” Then, the leader continued, “I’m saying this just in case, but don’t think that I’ll spit out any information.”

“Don’t worry.
I don’t have such false hopes.”

“Then, kill me however you like—whether you kill me immediately or after playing around with me.” The leader closed his eyes; there was almost no trace of fear in his appearance.

Zich stared at him for a bit.
“You’re not getting scared.”

“Hmph! Did you think that I’d be shivering in fear?” the leader mocked Zich.
Even though he was on the verge of death, it was clear that he wasn’t going to surrender to Zich.
Instead, he provoked Zich with the rashness of an individual who had given up on everything—and it was Zich’s hobby to crush these types of people.

“Is it because your death would disappear as if it never happened in the first place?”

“…What nonsense are you talking about?” The leader’s expression slightly stiffened.
Regardless of what Zich meant, there was no way that Zich knew about regression.
Thus, the leader couldn’t help but stiffen when Zich spoke with a tone as if he knew their biggest secret.

However, the leader soon relaxed his expression.
‘There’s no way that this guy knows our secret.’  Contrary to his expectations, the leader completely lost his composure at Zich’s next words.

“I’m talking about how if that bastard Zenard turns back time, you’ll also return back to life.
So isn’t that why you’re acting so confident right now?”

“…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Act properly.
Hey, your voice is shaking.” Zich poked the leader with the end of Windur.
“Your life is hard, right? Since there are so many variables in this timeline, Glen Zenard must be throwing all kinds of tantrums.
Gosh, it's an absolute joke that he’s called the Sun Hero.”

The leader didn’t reply; his face became extremely pale.
He had no idea how they were in this situation, but he was sure of one thing: ‘He knows about regression!’ The leader thought that this was the worst possible scenario.
As Glen’s obsessive target, Zich was a human that needed to be the strongest Demon Lord. They instilled all the members in the organization with information about how dangerous Zich was.
However, no one was afraid of him.
No matter how dangerous the situation got, Zich was just a person who would play right into the plans. 

However, Zich Moore, their most dangerous target, had already seen through most of their plans.
‘This is really dangerous.’ Sweat began to drip from the leader’s face.

“Woah, even if you changed into a monster, you can still sweat.” Zich wiped the leader’s sweat with his sleeve.
Even though the blood on the leader’s face also got on his sleeve, Zich didn’t seem to mind.
If a passing onlooker saw this sight, they might have mistaken Zich’s action as an extremely kind gesture, but Zich was merely playing with the leader.

“You’re not even making an excuse.
I guess you must also know that if I know this much, none of your excuses would work on me.”

“…How did you find out?”

“It’s simple really.
I also regressed.”

“What?”

“I regressed as the Demon Lord of Strength, Zich Moore.”

“Impossible!” His shouts sounded like screams.
Blood spurted out of his throat when he shouted, but he paid no attention to his condition.
If Zich’s words were true, there was a regression that they didn’t know about, and as a result, Zich Moore had regressed.
It was then that everything began to make sense to the leader.
“P-perhaps, is the variable for this timeline…!”

“It’s me.” Zich made a twisted smile.
“Moreover, I have no plans to end the variables with just this amount.
I plan to pull out the very root of your organization who dared to play with my life.
Of course, Glen Zenard is included and the mastermind behind this all.”

“You even know about Master!”

“How about it? Are you starting to feel a bit of despair?”

“How were you able to obtain that information…”

“There’s no need for you to know, and I also don’t feel any reason to give you any more information.” Zich felt satisfied by the leader’s shocked expression which was full of despair.
“Ah, there’s one more thing I need to tell you before you die.”

Zich placed Windur on the leader’s face.
“You guys can’t regress anymore.
I stopped the regression ability.
You know what that means, right?” Zich smiled brightly and put power into his grip.
“It’s over for you!” 

Bam! The leader’s head burst into a red mist.