Visitations (14)

“Yes, the probability… they’re a demon lord descendent is high.” Boss continued on. “That man was a mysterious one from the get-go, after all.”

“So we don’t know much about demon lord?”

“There are few documents pertaining to him. Let alone his birthplace, we don’t even know his family structure.”
“Then it wouldn’t be strange if he had a family?”
“Right. There are just so many mysteries, there are even occult-seeped talks that he’s still alive somewhere.”
“Does it really mean something if he’s alive? It’s a tale of fifty years passed, and he should be considerably old, right?”
“No? Not necessarily. There’s little we know about the demon lord, but this alone is certain.”
“What is it?”

On my question, the boss answered in no time at all.

“The demon lord was a magi.”

“By magi, you mean the demi-human race?”
“Anything else come to mind?”
“Not really.”

There were various races in this world. Magi were just one of those races, and while their outward appearance was almost the same as humans, each individual had a trait not found in a normal human.
Like being an exceptionally good thinker, or having superhuman strength, or possessing inhuman beauty, in very rare instances, a powerful magician would be born from them as well.
The symbol of a magi was that one individual talent, but their greatest characteristic was their long lifespan.
Magi could live more than three times the length of a human’s lifespan, and there’s even documentation of some who lived over five hundred years.

… So I guess it wouldn’t be strange if he were alive.

The long-lived Magi’s outer age looked younger than the average man. They wouldn’t look old from a mere hundred years of life, so I’ve only envy for that point.

With their talent added onto their long life, magi naturally stood in an advantageous position of society. Most first-rate athletes were magi, and many famous wealthy families were magi as well.
Many important seats in government were taken up by them, and the breadth of their activities was quite wide. On the other hand, they had a characteristic ease of becoming the spark for trouble.
Overflowing with talent, they were often overly ambitious, and it’s been said they were incapable of cooperation.

For every magi who restored their companies from massive debt in the middle of a recession, there was another that led his first-rate company passed down for generations towards bankruptcy and failure.
They were hit and miss, those magi were.

They had an abundance of success stories, but I’m sure the resentment they bought from humans counted for ten times that.

“That it’s easy for magi to be discriminated against is said to be because the demon lord who started the world war fifty years ago was one himself.”

Boss Natasha went on. “But the truth is different.”

“Magi have always been a race often working secretly in the shadows of society. I won’t say each and every one of them is like that, but many aren’t so straightforward, and there are even some countries where their entry is banned by law. That alone makes this time’s case a delicate one.”

For a moment, I couldn’t understand what she wanted to say, but then it hit me.

“A magi was killed. They’re making it out that the culprit intended to kill the demon lord. The human rights organizations won’t keep quiet about this one.”
“That’s how it is. In the world’s eyes, many will sympathize with the victim. The reason the country is using a court-appointed lawyer isn’t just because the defendant has no money. No one wants to be defense in this case.”

“I see, so that’s how it is… wait a second. What did you just say?”
“I’m the cutest in the world.”
“I heard nothing of the sort. This case is court-appointed?”
“That’s right. Didn’t I tell you?”
“You didn’t. First I ever heard it. Aren’t the one who’ll be paying me for this case?”
“Eh? I’m not. In the first place, Dan, you don’ work here anymore, do you? You won’t be getting a single penny out of this office.”

Boss Natasha made an especially clear-cut (`・ω・´) expression.

Looking at her face, I was irritated at first, but thinking over it, it was obvious.

… Right now, I’m independent. There’s something wrong with relying on another. But even so…

I looked at the photo of the defendant’s face again.

… So no one’s going to protect you, are they.

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