ALEXANDER
After realizing I could begin the daily tasks, I set sail for the first one:
"Defeat the demons in Dokai."
Reward: 50 Golden Wings.
Yes, the gods seriously expected a one-year-old to fight demons.
Dokai was apparently somewhere in the country, and I had Sera pointing me in that direction.
My small form was completely covered by Jericho, making me look like some swelled-up goo, but I doubted anyone could spot me—I was flying at an outrageous speed.
Yeah, I was already getting the hang of this Flight spell thing.
But wow...
This world... It resembled my last one a lot.
There were some strange changes and alterations, but I think I could figure it all out in a short while.
I mean, just a few minutes ago, I started navigating Nappa all by myself.
Nappa is the name of the country I'm currently in.
And it's basically Japan's twin sibling.
Fun fact: I used to live in Japan. So navigating wasn't all that hard.
And the direction of this Dokai...
Wasn't that Hokkaido?
Nonetheless, I reached the source of the malice, perched high atop the mountain.
Jericho was masking my presence exceptionally well—Sera had confirmed it for me before I left the house. So I was confident that the demons wouldn't detect me.
I was literally standing right behind them, yet they just kept yapping—
about how they'd burn the people below, who were apparently celebrating some kind of festival...
Ah, was it that time of the year already?!
And what's worse—the moment I got close enough to the red-skinned lady and the... actually human-looking guy (he had golden eyes and fangs - but anything else resembled human) beside her, anger welled up inside me.
And I understood the feeling very well.
After all, I feel this way for Sato, after what he and my boss did to me.
Except I feel it many times stronger than what I feel for Sato.
This emotion... is undoubtedly hatred.
But why?
How did I—who basically just appeared in this world—manage to have this dizzying amount of bitterness toward beings I've never even met?
Leaving the hot guy aside... the red-skinned woman was gorgeous.
And if I weren't a literal baby right now, I'd already be planning how to hit on her.
But right now?
It's disturbing, but I'd honestly like to see her in the worst kind of agony, followed by a painful, excruciating death...
…ARGHHHHH!!!!!!
No, no, no, no!!
My mother didn't train me like this!
I'm not a sociopathic murderer!
{Calm yourself, Master.}
(Sera! I was antisocial all along! I'm a danger to society!)
{That is not the case.}
(Hm? Are you just trying to console me?)
{No. The feeling you're having now is not coming from you.}
(What do you mean?)
{Long ago, a spell was cast, and a great curse was laid: humans and demons shall be forever nemeses. So, instinctively, every human feels negative emotions towards demons—fear, hatred, envy, and many more.}
(So there's nothing wrong with me?)
{…You are a bit strange and eccentric, Master. But for your current emotions toward demons, it's not your fault at all.}
(Okay—ignoring that bit about my eccentricity—I understand, somewhat. Humans and demons can't get along because of some curse, right? But... it still doesn't make me want to murder them any less.)
{Worry not, Master. I have ended many civilizations in the past—incriminating two measly demons is as much as wiping a tile clean of grime.}
...She casually admitted to genocide!!
Okay, back to the matter at hand:
The male demon felt more dangerous than the red-skinned lady.
Couldn't quite tell why, but I just knew I wouldn't win in a fight against him.
Meh.
If he can't even sense me yet, he's probably not that much of a problem.
But let's not get arrogant and have our one-year-old skull squashed like a grapefruit.
I asked Sera to aggregate the necessary strength needed to yeet the guy out of the planet.
With that info, I used Jericho to smack the living daylight out of him.
The fool actually yelled, "WOW!" as my blue form crashed into him, sending him skidding through rubble and boulders until his silhouette vanished into the night sky.
Unless he can fly, he's probably never returning.
And even if he does, I might've already turned his partner into a demon winter coat by then...
...Ugh. I hate myself for thinking like this.
I normally hate conflict—not just because I never win them, but because pain is a pain in the ass.
The woman became visibly startled—and, well, of course she was.
A strange, blue, living slime just turned her companion into a shooting star.
I even commend her strong will not to tremble or beg.
Not that that's what I'd have done... but still.
However, a problem arose.
I realized—too late—that I was speaking...
...with the tone of a toddler.
Before Miss Hot Redskin could get too suspicious, I quickly added a voice filter to Jericho—(Optimus Prime's voice)—and my voice deepened to the depths.
I now sounded like Mufasa.
I didn't want to trouble my family.
If this blue form got traced back to the Lucians, Lily might suffer as a result.
And I might end up thrown into some supernatural lab where I'd be forced to eat dog food and stuff.
Maybe.
And yeah—Jericho has the power to grant effects.
That's the main reason I wasn't being perceived as the tiny baby I truly am.
I was trying to shape Jericho's blue goo into a proper human form, but...
It wasn't working out.
Not in my mind, at least.
What came out instead was like some kind of beast attempting to mimic a human.
Which—surprise, surprise—is downright terrifying.
"Are you one of the Orders' dogs?" she asked.
Awwwn! Her voice was just wonderful.
It was a bit deeper than the standard female voice, but it gave her that student council president vibe.
Which was good—until I suddenly wanted to hear her scream in pain instead.
My jaws clenched.
Her beautiful voice… grated on my nerves.
Ah... I want her dead already.
Maybe the aching will stop.
I glanced at her;
Heh. She's so wary of me.
I replied her—confused, of course, but trying not to show it.
I did my best to speak like some wise old man—arrogant and ancient.
Hopefully she's successfully fooled.
But...
What does "Orders' dog" mean?
Does she think I work for the CIA or something?
Ah—she's leaking violet flames from her arm!
Don't tell me...! Does she want to fight?!
Well, of course—
I probably killed her partner. Or husband.
Or maybe even her son.
I heard somewhere that demons don't age.
Actually, the demons I know are spiritual entities...
So what's with these hotties cosplaying as members of the royal court?!
And now that I remember—this big-boobed demoness was literally discussing with that other demon how she'd burn hapless humans.
The ones below this mountain.
Where even little kids were having fun.
Unforgivable.
Well… I guess she is a demon.
Still, I doubt I wouldn't feel this same murderous intent even towards their young.
What a troublesome curse.
Nevertheless... let's make her pay for targeting humanity.
I guess.
Actually, I just want to test out my skills and abilities—using her as a gauge.
I hope the gods don't find out.
Hmmm... It'd really be embarrassing if I ended up getting my ass kicked by this demon.
And probably die again.
After I just woke up from death a few hours ago.
I better be a little more attentive...
I said that—but then just kept talking arrogantly instead.
"Do your best to resist me." I muttered.
And our clash began.