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

"- So shall we meet at this tavern when something happens? It was delicious."

"Yeah, okay. That sounds good. The rice was delicious."

That's what Nell and I say after we pack up the details while we eat the rice that was brought in.

When that "something happened," I gave the brave man another size ball with a reduced tennis ball called "Communication Ball," so he's supposed to be in touch with it.

Well, it's not like you can talk like a phone when you say a telecom ball, but it's a simple magic tool that allows the user to shed magic and glow the other ball that is paired.

If there's anything I can do for you, I'll let this shine. Either that or the ringing bell would be closer than the phone.

The brave man is given two communication balls, 'white' and 'red', and when he uses' white ', he just tells them to contact him and when he uses' red ', he tells him to use it when there is an urgent requirement.

Well, we won't be able to afford to come to this tavern in an emergency like glowing red, but this communication ball has another ability, so that it can vaguely but indicate the position of the paired communication balls.

This makes it possible for the other to rush to the scene, even when one of them has something bad going on.

We have very few allies in the demonic world, so let's cooperate with each other as much as we can.

Humph, the brave can expect a lot from you as a force.

This will increase our safety in the demonic world.

I'd think the same thing from the other side, and I'd say it's just a Win-Win relationship.

However, by its very nature, it cannot be used as an item box, but it needs to be carried all the time… even if it subtracts its shortcomings, it would be convenient enough for this world, which lacks the means of communication.

Nell's friend, the court magician, will knock down the comms balls with his bloody eyes. It's good to scold you, but don't break it. That's because I've had quite a bit of DP.

By the way, Leila, our intellectual righteousness, looked serene this time, as it was after a scathing examination until she was already satisfied when she was in the castle.

Well, I'm still wondering if Leila still has the communication balls on this side.

Don't break it, either.

"... hey, ooh. I just got a little bit of a glimpse in my eyes that you're wearing on your pharmacopoeia..."

"Huh? Uh... Um, Leffi gave it to me"

I answered Nell's question with a little embarrassment as I showed her the ring.

"Damn, that means..."

"Whoa. I married Leffi."

"Ke, ke, ke, marry!

"What's that reaction?"

Fill Nell with bittersweet laughter as he raises his barbaric voice.

"Well, when did that happen?

"That was a while ago. After you broke up with Wang Du."

"Oh, wow..."

Nell looks seriously at the ring embedded in my finger.

"... oh, I knew you and Leffi were close... married... you two were close that far"

That said, she had a slightly lonely look on her face for some reason.

I didn't know the reason for that look, and I tried to open my mouth - then.

Gacon, and the door of the tavern kick open hard in my ear.

Suddenly I got my gaze off the upstairs seat. It was in my sight that there were a few guys with bad galas.

The men accompany Zorozolo into the store laughing at something hella.

... Ooh, wow.

I know exactly what you're looking at from here, but the consciousness of the customers of the liquor store other than me is now right for those men in an instant.

"Hey, guys..."

"Ah. Geju and his party. I hear you've been rumbling around lately..."

The enhanced hearing of the Demon King firmly captures that voice, which the guest whispers.

Oh, what, celebrities?

But this way, then, you don't seem like a celebrity in a very good way.

"... ah? What are you looking at, Temehe and the others!

And one of the men, who noticed that attention was being paid to themselves, yelled at the other guests inside the store.

The guests who heard it immediately stepped away from the bastards so that they could not get involved as much as they could with the ones who seemed troublesome to see.

"Chi...... Mr. Geju, let's go"

"Uhm."

Apparently, there's a flurry in the center of the guys, and then there's the muscle - or something about the body of the muscle.

Such a slightly disgusting body youth with a little more skin on the muscles of the human body model in the science room seems to be the leader of the gutless men.

But he...

As the men continue inside the tavern, they go up to their seats upstairs and snuggle down to their seats just off the stairs.

"Olah, waitress, come and get your order quickly!!

"Yes! I'm home!"

To that roar, the demon horn and demon-tailed waitress, who was cutting through the store, rushes over.

Ah, uh. Poor thing, that waitress.

The customer service business is a hassle because, uh, bad luck shows up quite often.

If you've been at the store for a week, you'll be sure to show up alone.

I know very well.

"... speaking of Geju, sure, he was the son of some duke. Because he is powerful and he is strong there, he can do whatever he wants, and people resent him."

Leila, who looks at them with a very cold eye, hits me softly.

Hmmm...... thats it, everywhere, the guy named typical idiot son?

... but right. Maybe he started running delinquently like that because of the arr (...).

It is also possible that he has never said anything before, pointing out that he is a great guy.

... Something tells me, hey, no, you're a lot lonely guy. In other words, a naked king?

Honestly, this isn't Gala... but here, for his future, you should tell him.

So determined, I turned to the men and stood up in the seats where I was sitting.

"Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey!

When you see how I am, you mistakenly think I went to sell a fight, or you try to stop me with a voice like Nell was in a hurry.

It's okay, Nell.

I'm not selling you a fight.

- Hey, you.

"... ah? What is it, Temehe?

One of the men barks his voice at me when I get closer, but you're not the one who needs me.

I talked to the muscular youth of the leaders of the men who looked at me suspiciously, as much as possible, with a voice that took them into account (foolishly) so that they didn't think I was fooling around.

"The... wax, shall we?

"... what?

With a flashing face, muscle youth with question marks.

"Oh, uh, wax is oil to fix your hair. I think we can take care of ourselves. Don't give up too much."

Yeah, I'll hang up my words while I look at the top of his head.

Yes, this muscular youth.

- He was a young bald (...).

That, too, is not just a young bald spot, but a pretty advanced young bald spot.

There is no longer any hairs on the top of the head, but only the hairs on the side of the head are sooo fuzzy.

Well if that's all, I still need to, too, just feel sorry for you... but this muscle young man, is he reopening already, or is he being a jerk, and for some reason he's knitting three long side head hairs and drooling them down.

If you want to describe it, it feels like Chinese hair (Bempatsu) is on the left and right side of the head.

I'm fucked already. It's too novel and sucks.

The gaze of guests other than me gathered in that group in an instant, first and foremost because they were definitely blinded by the hairstyle of that muscular youth.

The only reason I didn't have to erupt against him with a head that seems like everyone would erupt is because I felt sorry for him no longer beyond laughing at that overly stretched selfishness.

Masochistic stuff is getting hard to watch when it's too much...

The muscular youth who received such a pitiful cage of my gaze and looked distracted eventually understood what I said...

"- Bump this man to death!!

- I dyed my face bright red within looking at it for some reason and I floated blue muscles on my temples, spitting like I was furious and shouting.

"What, why!?

Oh, did you get angry that they pointed you out so much about your head?

Me, I meant to say it with a lot of care...

But there was no such thing as my intentions, and the men stood up as if they had been played by the boss's voice and faithfully beaten here.

I hurriedly avoided, and when I flew back to the original table, I shook my hand beside the boom to show that there was no hostility.

"Hey, wait a minute! I didn't fool around with you. I just... I just rang because I was getting sadder watching!

"Huh!! You guys know that!! If I miss this man, I'll feed you all to the demons in the arena!!

"Yeah!? Why are you even angrier!?

Wow, I don't know, I don't know the boiling point of a young man these days.

No, as far as I'm concerned, maybe I'm not too old away.

"Ooh!! Oh no, really already!! Why do you always do that?!

And Nell roughs up his voice at me for being unintentionally stunned.

"Yes, no, wait a minute. I don't remember doing anything like that right now..."

"... you know, Master Yuki. They all originally looked like Muskell Demons. They wear special helmets in times of war, but they have unique hairstyles like that for their special helmets, and that still remains a custom -"

"... ma, seriously?

"Unfortunately, seriously -"

Leila, who remembers the meaning of the word "seriously" because I always say it, snorts.

So you're saying that there's something to watch and much to worry about, apart from that head, not as a result of a young bald man progressing and getting laid, but with such a sad haircut of his own volition?

... Well, if you think about it, even the samurai, from a modern man's point of view, had quite a strange head, and some races might have a habit of knitting three of those side heads.

Ugh, um... that was kind of a bad thing.

I think it's my fault for the boulder this time, so I'm not stingy to apologize... something's already going on over there, because I'm feeling motivated.

Well, either way, I can't help it.

You're definitely not going to forgive me for staying like this, and here's Leila, who's the best asylum target in all of this.

Take them... well, yeah. After calming down.

Then let's take our time to solve the misunderstanding -.