A Demon Lord’s Tale: Dungeons, Monster Girls, and Heartwarming Bliss

Kingdom of Arysia.

It is one of the most prosperous kingdoms in the world, located in the northwest of the continent. The size of the population is missing one head compared to the countries around it, and industry is also developing proportionally. In particular, we are investing in the production of magic guides, and if we try to buy the latest, we will often get things from this country.

Naturally, if that's all the magic equipment is developed, it also leads other countries a step in military technology, and on the front against the subraces, it often becomes the lead force.

Its current king of the kingdom of Arlicia, named Reid-Glorio-Alicia, is highly regarded as a mediocre king but lays down good governance, and has strong support from folk grass.

"Now would be the time to strike out!!

- And now, flying toward the king, one young man.

Standing before the king is his son, Lute-Glorio-Alicia.

Though my heart thinks of the country is thick and a serious young man...... but all this time the sentiment was empty.

"Then no. I won't allow you to put your hands there."

"So you're telling me to leave it like this despite being attacked!?

To the fiercely high youth, the king returns the answer only quietly.

Rapid alert brought to their attention a few days ago.

It was that the peripheral city of Alfiero was temporarily occupied by the army of demons.

"Even if you say you've been attacked, there won't be much damage. I hear some criminal organization crashed at best?

Despite such a serious situation, that is why the king is calm.

Things have already been resolved and no major damage has been done. The criminal organization that made something foolish just crumbled.

Besides... even if you think about retaliation, they are too bad.

But Lute seems unhappy with it and eats and hangs on to his father even more.

"It won't be a matter of damage!! The fact that you were attacked by our country is what matters!!

What Lute is talking about is aggressive defense measures - in short, invasion (...). It's a slightly violent claim to attack us before it's too late.

For him, it was frustrating to know that a city belonging to his beloved country had been attacked like a demon without a shard of reason.

Plus, one more thing. He had thoughts.

This time the demons attacked the land - "Demonic Forest".

Untouched nature extends to a vast area in his land, and its dangerous patterned deceased, no one in the neighboring countries claims ownership.

- I mean, there's a mountain of treasure.

If we can cut over there and spread it out, there is no doubt that this country will develop further... this king, his father, is frightened by the presence of Heilong and others who don't even know if he is there, and he is extremely averse to getting his hands on it.

I am well aware that the demons of the area are strong, but this country has excellent magic aids to fill its handles. There must be a good chance of winning.

Even so, I can only say that it is foolish to hold hands in front of the development of the country because of the cowardice of his father.

For a prince who only thought of Heilong as a legend, that's how the king looked.

"You still don't know what kind of place that is."

"It would be one of the secrets, a dangerous land where demons are powerful!? That's about it, even I know it!!

To his insistent son, Reid sighs ha, ha.

What comes to mind in that eye is the color of disappointment, against a stiff, discerning son.

Lute hated the look on his father's face.

"Anyway, no. Never do unsolicited mane. This is a royal life."

"Gu...... ok. For today, we're leaving."

That said, the prince left the room with Zukazuka.

Without even trying to hide the irritating appearance, Sussus and one man approach beside a lute walking down a corridor with a rugged decoration.

"- Dear Lute, what will you do? If you think that some places are a little harsh when it comes to being considered a royal life"

"... the king knew nothing. And there's nothing I'll ever know."

"I mean, the plan is to continue?

"That's right. Gather your men."

"I'm in awe. Whatever you want..."

The man left by Lute, exchanging words so short.

One dangerous will dwelt in the eyes of a prince left behind.

Footsteps stepping on soil with zah, zah, and. Sounds simultaneous, gushing, gushing and metal rubbing.

On a long journey, they - armed groups dressed in armor - line up neatly and move on.

They are soldiers who were summoned in the name of the prince and driven out on this expedition.

That formation, although united for each small group, does not wrap up as a whole, and somehow gives the impression of being chipped.

That is because almost all of the soldiers present here are soldiers secretly lent to the Prince by the nobles blinded by the rights of a place that would be a new pioneering place.

Therefore, in order to secure a little more rights and interests, we deliberately characterise the soldiers who sent them out of our own place so that they can see immediately.

"Damn, why do we have to go all the way to the back of the mountain?"

Yes, fool the man next door, one soldier.

"Well, don't say that. It's good to pay for it this time. That's all the place is dangerous, but there are a lot of regular soldiers out there. Yeah, it wouldn't be so easy to get abandoned. I hear he's got the latest magic equipment."

"Well, that's hard work."

They are mercenaries hired by one of the nobles blinded by this right again. I usually make a living by doing bandit fights, and some officially employed leaderships blatantly dislike them, but because they make such an operation into a business, my arm is strong.

"Besides, I hear there are subraces or demons who grabbed the daughters of the subraces in the city for anything and took them back to the back of the mountain. Kill Soze, and if it works, there's a chance that we can have some of those women."

"Heh heh, the sub is not feeling well. Well, then we have to work hard."

"Dude, if I'd been a dick right now, I wouldn't have it later, would I?

"Silly, my cock isn't that soft."

The men move on as we have a downward looking conversation.

- They don't know yet.

Hell is the only way we're going.