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

An interesting room, somewhere like a dojo, on a plate.

The depth is wide enough that dozens of people can't feel very narrow even in the room.

"- I hear you guys are staying neutral now. I'm not asking you to take sides. We ask you to remain neutral."

Sitting at the center of that room are Nell, a brave man, and Ronia, a court magician.

They are now undoing the disguise and sitting there as' humans'.

And - as they surround the two of them, sitting along the walls of the room are those with bird-like wings from their backs, mouths (beaks) and sharp eyes (mushrooms), heads reminiscent of raptors.

"Well, like a human being, a weak race, who commands us?

The winged ones - in a group of 'winged people', sitting in the front of Nell and the others, a man with a large body turns around staring at Giroli and them and uttering words with intimidating voices.

In contrast, Nell opens his mouth with perseverance, without being pressured.

"We hear that a species called the Demon Nation is a race that obeys the mighty"

"Whatever. He who is stronger than himself shall have his due respect. Well, while he's showing a strong attitude,"

"Now, let us obey you. - I'm stronger than you are."

She said so, just pale.

"My little girl! You fool us!!

One of the winged youth surrounding him stood up and vandalized his voice in such a way that he turned to them with a weapon like a sword with a spear tip.

Responding to it, he sees that the other winged men have also laid their weapons, and works out their magic so that Ronia, nestled next to Nell, can instantly put up his wand and unleash magic at any time.

A nervousness that could explode with a touch of immediacy.

But nevertheless, Nell doesn't look at the man who just sits in his own front - the head of the wing tribe - with a look that doesn't make him feel rushed and slight.

"That's a lot of confidence. You think you can win, even if you turn all of us here against your enemies?

"I, too, will take a lot of damage. Your legs may blow up and your arms may be gone. - But the last person standing is me."

"You still say that!!

Nell goes on to say more after he sees the angry winged youth as chilling.

"... and even if you don't, you should snort at my suggestion."

To Nell's words, a man in the head who reacts with Pickle.

"... Hmm? What's this all about?

"You, the Wings, are a dueling species, aren't you? If that's the case, if I tell you I'm going to sign up for a duel, the rest of us won't be able to help."

"... hun, you sure do. In that case, the others will shut up and watch the duel."

"If you duel like that, even if I lose, I'm going to do at least as much damage as you have to wander the boundary between life and death. And you understand that I have the strength to do all that."

…………

The leader of the Winged Nation, who turns his sharp eyes to the girl in front of him, as if to identify him.

"If you, the top of the list, lose or suffer enough injuries to wander through life and death, you can be sure that there will be a great deal of confusion among you Wings. Do you fight death with me or live or die at a time when this situation is unstable? More than that, it's definitely better to just nod at my suggestion and remain neutral as ever."

To her words, the head of the winged tribe often shuts his eyes and silences.

Drifting inside the room, silence and urgency.

Jizz, Nell doesn't move looking at the man in the front.

Eventually, I thought the head of the Wings had slowly opened his eyes - he grinned and said.

"... hun, that would be okay. I'll buy you that guts. We see you as our compatriots, and we will remain neutral. I didn't mean to upset your neutrality. - But don't get me wrong. Only you and your people will see us as compatriots."

"Yeah, that's fine. Thank you."

To that word of the chief, Nell exhaled a ho and relieved breath, smiling small.

"Become, chief!? Are you insane!?

A young man hung up on Nell and the others roughed up his voice to his head with an incredible look, but the leader of the Wings glared at Giroli and his young man.

"Shut up! It's my call. Any more complaints?

"Guh...... no, nothing"

Pressured by the chief's drinking, the winged youth bows their heads small and pushes silently.

"Everybody, listen up! It is strictly forbidden to lay hands on these people, and from now on we will see them as our compatriots! Is there a difference?

"Ha!"

The leader nodded contentedly as those around him bowed their heads and showed themselves following the instructions.

"- That's right, you guys. You gonna stay around here today?

"Yes, I intend to"

"Then I'll lend you one travel pavilion. We're having a feast at night, so you're resting till then."

"It helps. Thank you, sir."

That's what I'm saying, Nell, I'm gonna keep my head down.

"Hung, don't worry about it. I just showed the strong the attitude they deserve. - Guidance! Take these people and the others waiting in the next room to the kiosk outside."

- That's how he was taken by the guide who was waiting at the entrance and exit, and Nell and Ronia left the room.

Nell was aware of the gaze that abominably glanced at those two backs, but neglected by people's malice, she thought she had no choice but to take the matter seriously because it would still take time to fully convince them.

"Ahhh... I'm tired. I'm so nervous..."

Bohoo, Nell falls asleep in the bed in the room where he was put through and exhales deeply.

"Good day, Ronia to Nell. So, how'd it go? Did the discussion go well?

Together with Nell and Ronia, Mekina, one of their companions who had come to the realm of winged rule, asks them yes.

Unlike Nell and Ronia from the Kingdom of Arysia, Mekina comes from its friendly country, the Germani Consultative Union.

This time, those sent to the demonic realm are mixed with a few people from neighbouring countries as friendly as she is, who do not belong to any country, but who have a cooperative system in place to avoid warfare, even with the most powerful nation, the Kingdom of Arysia, at their core.

They are such a dozen colors, but only one thing we have in common - that they have a very powerful power in the human world.

It's not just about force, it's about experts, so to speak, of the moves that each of us has done in their own field, such as intelligence and extraordinary knowledge.

"Nell put together a good story."

"Yeah, good, go somehow. Now the Wings aren't supposed to come this way."

- They came here because the 'demons', judged by them as provisional enemies, were eager to recruit companions from everywhere to expand their faction, not sure if it was to wage war, including the solicitation of the Wings.

The Wings, who have certain forces in the demonic kingdom, have remained neutral until now of what they do not know the reason for the struggle between the two great factions in the demonic kingdom, and assuming that this equilibrium breaks down, the first thing that can be considered as the future to be provoked is - war.

Once there is a war in the demonic world, it is not difficult to imagine the aftermath extending to the human race, and it is visible that there will be a fiercer battle between demons and human blood than ever before.

To prevent it from happening, we need to increase the number of neutral organizations in the demonic world and reduce the size of the conflict between the two factions.

Well, that's how we've increased our neutral organization, and change may be insignificant… reducing enemy allies and, conversely, slightly increasing our own allies are the basics in strategy.

If we succeed, the long-standing strife between demons and human mud may also be able to calm down.

Such, they were acting together under one will to crush the sparks of war in their country.

"Still, you don't do things you're not used to. The Demon Clan seems like a great trend for strong people, so I went pretty strong... I guess I'm not good at that"

Ronia laughs huffily at her friend who rolls over the bed and says so.

"Right. I was very bad at stirring up people. The man at the top of that wing tribe was sensible and helpful."

"Woo, really. Me, I know if I were their opponent, I'd probably win... but if I actually fought, I think it would have been a critical battle. I'm glad we got around it."

"Oh, I knew the leader seemed that strong?

Listening to the conversation between the two, Mekina asks so.

"Yeah, I'm critical. If it was Mr. Remiro, I would normally win..."

"Oh... that grandfather, he stopped already, but he was one of the Orihalcon adventurers who decorated the immovable top (...). If he can't, maybe no one can."

With that said, hu, and a small sigh of mekina.

"Damn, you're in trouble. I wish I could be a little more powerful in battle..."

"I have no choice. Me, too, is pretty much a leg job in battle. That's all there is to it, there is a great separation between demons and humans"

Pale, say that to Mekina, Ronia.

She too, in her magical skill and her knowledge, possesses such strength that there is no one lined up in the world without standards such as' brave man ', but she is one step inferior to the overwhelming magic and aptitude of the Demon Nation for magic.

No, because there are people of different races inside from what I said in a sip with the Demon Nation, it doesn't make any difference that Ronia is an excellent magician among them, but the magically aptitude race is no longer the enemy at all.

Therefore, what is required of someone like her is the role of a fighter standing on the surface as a support personnel.

Originally, it wasn't expected much in terms of arm punch.

"Never mind, both of you. You two are doing what I can't do. So me too, I'm still up there, but I'll only protect you from everyone!

Mun, and Nell holding both hands and showing motivation.

"Huff, you're counting on me, Nell."

"Instead, we do what Nell can't do."

"Yeah, please, both of you!

Nico laughed and that's what the brave girl said.