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

"- It was this man, Yupsilon, who won again!! Whoever stops that fast forward, won't show up!!

To the MC's reality, the audience raises an enthusiastic voice like a mix of cheers and booming.

Mm-hmm, looks like a pretty prominent operation going well.

Since yesterday, when the main battle began, there have already been about three games in total.

In all those games I felt like a villain wrestler and said, "Gwahhh!! Can I take this down, you mutts!!" Like, well, I've never shouted like that, but if I'd played all the games that purposefully collected Hate in a position like that, he'd have made a fixed fan that I liked.

As the game progressed, more of them were trying to obstruct me, and obviously there were more hostile reactions on the map, but before I could do anything about the Soytes, the Hoods, who were well under the king, were eliminating me.

No, it's easy when you're good on your side, seriously.

I was thinking about the halfway side licking it out of the way or something, but they, they were better than me. I'm sorry.

"What do you say, en. Games like this."

Back in my personal holding room, I sit down on a bench and then I materialize in anticipation of no one, talking to En, who sat next to me.

"... very, noisy"

"Haha, well, yeah. Wow, that's so loud."

"... arr, lord, I hate people who make fun of me"

I just turn my expression into something flashy, and I answer to En, who says that while pointing at the audience I can see from the holding room, what did I say, scratching my cheeks poly.

"Oh, uh... no, well, that's because you're acting like I'm hated that way. The audience isn't really making fun of me, are they?

I guess En is talking about booming against me.

I do that kind of villain performance, so to speak, and the audience is just on top of it, and it's kind of like style and beauty.

So, seriously, I don't hate me and I'm booing, but I guess I was judged by En, who doesn't really have that kind of experience.

... Different, huh? You're not seriously booed, are you?

"... Really?

"As it should be. It's always like playing with us."

Play with the brave and the demon king. I am the brave one, and the demon kings and daughters take me down.

"... then, Lord, don't do such hateful things. I want you to look good, like a demon king to the Lord."

"What, um... one way or another, I think I look more like a demon king now..."

"... Still, no"

That's what I'm gonna say. I'm gonna look up at En, and I'm gonna grin and stroke her head.

"Okay, okay. I'll try to be more demonic and cool from everyone, even from En."

"... n"

When she nodded cocklessly, she distorted the look just a little satisfactorily.

- So, watching the other players game while talking to En, the sound of knocking on the door of the concourse and the holding room at that time.

Confirming that En had returned to the main body's machete before opening the door, it seemed that one of the operating staff was there, a demonic girl with horns and tails.

"Dear Yupsilon, the time for the game is approaching, so as soon as you're ready, please travel to the entrance and exit of the stage!

Apparently, you've come to tell me the game time.

I wave my hand and say yes - but she doesn't try to get out of the room for some reason, and she makes a mess in front of the door.

Tilting her neck to the way it was, she eventually gave me a look as if she had made up her mind and offered me a sole from behind with Gabba.

"- Oh, that! I was so excited to see the game! Sign it!!

- What she had was a slightly stiff parchment that seemed to replace colored paper with a feather pen with well-stained ink.

Oh, what, you wanted an autograph?

………………… What, a signature?

I stopped my body from moving in front of the colored paper that I had received for the time being without thinking.

Wait, I've never written anything like that, so I don't have a signature.

............... Ok, do you want me to mislead you by writing 'Epsilon' in Katakana?

Instead of a table, he wrote his autograph and gave it to the Devil's Girl, and he said, "Kah! Thanks! I appreciate it!!," he cheered, running away as he did.

"... it's weird"

"Right."

... Signature.

Hey, do you want me to practice?

- Then I head to the stage entrance and exit as I was told, and then I head out to the stage of the arena, greeted by a tense MC and an audience voice.

"- Against!! Don't be insulting to its appearance!! To the sword judgment as beautiful as a dance he releases, the fascinated continues!! This is also the first appearance in the tournament, but see its proven strength that has easily slaughtered the opponent!! Remy lowwwww!! '

And my next appearance from the opposite stage entrance with that introduction was - one, old butler (...).

From that look I feel age-appropriate serenity, but from a fortitude that stretches my spine straight and seeps out of my whole body I do not, in turn, feel old at all, with a very youthful impression.

... He...

"You... what if you're one of those people who came (...) with Nell?"

"… well, were you, after all, a collaborator in the demonic realm that Lord Brave was talking about?"

The old butler said so with a dandy smile.

"What, you were aware?

"We were taught some traits, late. The characteristic inversion and size of that sword, as well as the non-slip strings of black and red wrapped around the pattern. That would be enough to estimate that you are a collaborator."

Oh...... I see. Have you noticed in En?

I haven't been able to put it in the item box since En became clearly intent on doing so. I wrapped the cloth around it and carried it with me, but at the time of the match, it was a piece of cloth on the boulder and it was unwrapped.

Or what Nell used to watch too.

When was the last time I showed En to him at the tavern, did you check him out? It's a big guy.

'- Bye!! Lady - Fi!!

Signal of the start of the match that will be ringed with Kavan, along with the live of the MC.

"Oh, I wanted to talk to you a little more, but the game has begun. I can't help it, let me talk to you again. I'm going to borrow your breasts, let me do it."

That said, at the same time the old butler pulls out the boneless sword that was on his hips - definite pressure and pressure that arises around him.

It's like the illusion that the existence of an old butler has grown once or twice.

It is so overwhelming that I feel like I have been so gracious earlier and even completely different.

"... wishful. I can't believe you're going to borrow my chest."

"No, that's not true. I was just wondering how powerful her collaborators were."

"Ha, is that what you're trying to do?

"Well, you can call it that."

Nico had an awesome grin and the old butler said so.

First Name: Remilo-Gilberto

Race: Human

Class: Deacon (Kensei)

Level: 158

HP: 3116/3116

MP: 2509/2509

Muscle Strength: 994

Endurance: 992

Agility: 910

Magic: 606

Dexterity: 2999

Luck: 155

Unique (Unique) Skill: Heart-Eye

Skills: Swordsmanship lv10, Fine Swordsmanship lv7, Daggership lv7, Physical Lv8, Crisis Detection lv7, Disconnect lv8

Title: Sword of God, Limit Reacher, Diver of the Deadline

- What is it, Oi? I don't care what you think. You're not the kind of guy who fights in the middle of this battle.

Shit. Probably pretty strong.

The assassins of the demon kings we met yesterday are stronger in stats, but technically the sword will definitely be higher in Koitz.

'Cause you have a skill level of 10 in swordsmanship. It's Kanst. Other skills also have a basic level of 7.

The real classes that are not disguised are also "Sword Saints," they have titles that look like "Sword of God," and their status just protrudes with clever values, which makes them awesome.

Besides, I'm still not trying to hide the 'human' of my species because I'm confident in my strength.

Perhaps it's because even if the fact that we're human is found out and tangled up, we somehow have as much strength as we can.

The Demons are basically 'yes' if they're strong, so be it.

... or is that you?

By not concealing that you are the only human being, you rather take on the role of a fellow concealer so that only one person stands out and the others can move easily?

If I were you, I'd be able to handle it at my leisure.

Something's already going to go wrong with my standards of strength.

A boulder, a demon world or something. I'm not a demon.

- Anyway, just the arm of the sword, you'll never win first.

If I have an overwhelming status, if I get my neck popped or my heart pierced, I'm dead.

... No, I've never tried it, so maybe I'll survive, but I'm pretty sure it won't turn out pleasantly. I don't even feel like trying.

If you don't fight nervously that you're the one who can do that, you'll easily lose.

... as much as I can do, do I have to?

I told En I'd show him something cool.

"You look like I should be serious, too. - En, let's do it."

"...... n"

I pull En out of my sheath and turn that sheath into an item box.

The red body reflects the light of the sun and sparkles.

"Whoa - whoa!! Here finally, Yupsilon pulled out that sword - heh!! Again, is that how powerful Remiro is?!?

Eliminate MC and audience voices from your brain, just look at the person in front of you, hu, and exhale briefly.

"- Let's go, Mr. Ji!!

Don't scream like that for a moment - I kicked the earth with the power of an explosion, and I flew off toward the old butler.