Hi, I’m the Hero’s Father ～I’m Sorry For All The Trouble My Foolish Son Has Caused You～ - Chapter 32

Chapter 32   The Hero’s Father Threatens

“Haha! Hahahahaha! Now that these demonic swords are here, it’s all over! The six demonic swords condensed with the powers of Heaven, Human, Asura, Animal, Hungry Ghost, and Hell realms! Touch them, and you’re dead!”

“You said the same thing about your poison.”

“Shut up!!”

Doreal crossed the demonic swords in front of him. His muscles swelled, and the surrounding scenery distorted.

“Asura Path—’Aspect of Wrath’!”

In the next moment, the demonic sword inscribed with 【Asura】 emitted a dark glow, enveloping Doreal’s body.

“Hahaha… The Asura Path sword is filled with compressed anger and hatred. The more my anger and hatred grow, the more my physical abilities are enhanced.”

“Interesting.”

“And now, Animal Path—’Manifestation of Demon Beasts’!”

Next, the demonic sword inscribed with 【Animal】 glowed, and countless sinister creatures appeared around Doreal. Bird-like, beast-like, insect-like—they had familiar shapes but were neither monsters nor beasts. They were creatures that didn’t belong in this world, evoking a deep-seated feeling of revulsion.

“Hehehehe! These are the beasts summoned from another realm! Their favorite food is the flesh of living humans! Especially women’s flesh—they’ll swarm it!”

Doreal’s gaze turned towards Wiel, Mion, and the Hero’s party. Even Wiel, usually unfazed, recoiled in disgust.

“Wiel-sama, I didn’t know you had things you disliked. I’m surprised.”

“It’s not dislike. I simply don’t want them in my sight.”

“Isn’t that the same as dislike?”

“Anyway, my disciple, I’ll leave this victory to you.”

“Hey, that’s not fair! I’m only good at close combat. Please, Wiel-sama, use your magic and take care of them quickly!”

Behind Croix, two people were oddly yielding to each other. Looking at it positively, it meant they had room to breathe, but a bit more tension would be appreciated.

“Wiel, take care of those pests.”

“Alright… got it.”

Uncharacteristically dejected, Wiel extended a small magic circle with her index finger.

“What do you plan to do with such a small magic? You can’t possibly be ignorant of the principles of magic,” Doreal said.

Doreal was right. As a rule, the power of magic is proportional to the size of the magic circle. The larger the magic circle, the more formulas, letters, and geometric patterns can be incorporated. Thus, a small magic circle can only contain so much.

Normally.

“Indeed, that is the principle… as a principle,” Wiel responded.

She pointed her index finger at the pests. The magic circle was small… really small. However, upon closer inspection, it was filled with countless intricate details.

“Know the abyss of magic. ‘Lightning Ray’.”

In an instant, a beam of purple lightning shot from Wiel’s finger, striking down hundreds of pests in seconds. The pests were charred by the lightning and soon turned to ash, scattering in the wind.

“Huh? What…?”

“No matter how otherworldly, they can’t move faster than light. Ugh, I hate it. My magic was tainted by these filthy pests.”

Wiel stuck out her tongue in disgust. Croix could have handled it alone, but it would have taken too long. It was about using the right person for the job.

This was also meant as a demonstration for Alka and the others, but did they realize it?

“How dare you… my beloved beasts…! I won’t forgive you!”

Doreal’s anger increased the effects of Asura Path even further. The pressure emanating from Doreal was overwhelming. Perhaps it was the effect of Asura Path, as his combat power seemed to have doubled. Croix, sensing the danger, walked towards Doreal.

“Hey, stop emitting so much killing intent. It’s harmful to the environment.”

“Like I care! If you want to stop me, you’ll have to use your own strength to—”

“I’ll take you up on that.”

Doreal’s eyes widened. The Croix he had been facing was nowhere to be seen. He hadn’t blinked, but Croix had literally disappeared. Doreal could still sense his presence and hear his voice, but he couldn’t see him.

“Behind you.”

“What!?”

“Huah!”

With a flash of determination, Croix, who had moved behind Doreal at a speed imperceptible even to demonic eyes, used a karate chop to sever all six of Doreal’s arms. The hero’s party looked on in astonishment, but Alka was familiar with this move. It was the same hand chop Croix used to fell giant trees as a lumberjack. With blue blood spraying, the six arms and magic swords flew through the air.

“Eek…!”

“Stop whining. It’s annoying.”

“Gah!”

Croix grabbed Doreal’s head and slammed it into the ground, creating a massive crack in the earth from the impact.

“A… aah…!”

“A demonic sword that kills on contact is meaningless if it doesn’t hit.”

“Exactly.”

“But there’s no one who can do that except Croix.”

While holding down Doreal’s head, Croix looked at Alka.

“Alka, did you see that?”

“…Huh? Oh, yes!”

“The Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon King’s army are all formidable foes. Moreover, they always have their subordinates with them. You have to defeat all of them and then defeat the Demon King. Recognize the level of our current strength and keep training.”

“Y-Yes…!”

Standing upright and desperately nodding his head.

Croix is right. Right now, they have the strongest father and mother, but they won’t accompany them on this journey. A hero accompanied by his parents is just too embarrassing.

Then, there’s no choice but to become stronger. Become strong, defeat the other Four Heavenly Kings. And then defeat the Demon King and annihilate the Demon King’s army.

With a clear goal in mind, Alka nodded firmly.

Seeing Alka’s determined face, Croix looked into Doreal’s eyes.

No, not his eyes. He was looking at something beyond him.

“Hey, are you listening? You are, aren’t you? …My son is coming to kill you soon. You better be scared and sleepless──Demon King.”

Crack──!!

Due to Croix’s grip, Doreal’s head exploded.

The Demon King’s Four Heavenly Kings, the Demon Sword Emperor Doreal, died helplessly in front of overwhelming and unreasonable violence.