These past few days, Rabbit Seventy-Three had felt as though she were dreaming.
This was not merely because her identity had changed from "Hero" to "Demon King," nor was it solely due to the shattering of her three views by knowledge of the New World.
"So Kings aren't born as Kings. So, in the eyes of outsiders, our lives are no different from pigs and sheep being raised as livestock. So we really are the world's domestic animals!"
When she held the Hero's Sword and beheaded the King before everyone's eyes, the initial joy and satisfaction were followed by boundless confusion and helplessness.
In the outsiders' terms, it was the feeling of the sky collapsing.
The authority that had once been impossible to resist, the "Kingdom" and "king" who had always been right in every legend and tale, the side of justice that countless Demon Kings had failed to defeat—all of it had fallen so lightly beneath her blade.
As she watched the severed head roll across the ground and the fallen crown split in two, she could not stop herself from smiling.
The rare sight of that aged face, still frozen in terror and disbelief, its unclosing eyes staring back at her—at that moment, Rabbit Seventy-Three felt an instinctive tremor for the first time.
".So I can do it too."
The trembling female Hero could not suppress her delight. The instincts that had long been repressed were awakened.
Had the evil beasts of the Underground World truly been meek and harmless when they were in the Surface World? Perhaps they had merely been dogs that had never seen blood. Once they tasted their master's flesh and blood, they naturally became Evil Wolves.
Certain shackles had been completely shattered along with the King's death.
It was not only Rabbit Thirteen,