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

"Shh!"

Kin, and a blaring sword trident.

A few seconds late, Karan Karan, and the sound of something rolling on the ground.

"Kuh...... my loss"

A winged man with his own gripping sword blown away, a tin on his neck muscle, and a sword pressed against him groans so bitterly, and at the same time a twist rises to the field.

"Match, thank you"

Nico laughed and then Nell drew a blade-drawn training sword against his opponent's neck.

"You're a boulder. Beat my elite so easily."

Speaking to Nell that way, a little outside the mound where they are, the head of the wing tribe sat scratching and watching the game between the two, just like the rest of the sights.

"Sir, I'm sorry. I've lost."

A winged man who was against Nell, kneeling at him and drooling his head in regret.

"Good. This daughter is human, but she is strong. It would have been a valuable experience."

"Yes, it feels like a glimpse of the breadth of the world"

He shrugged like that, like smudged.

- In the evening, it was said that the feast was ready, and a line of brave men was taken, in the square of the settlement of the Wings, whose centre is, for some reason, a mound.

Sitting where I was guided, with some suspicion, when everyone began to make noise at the head of the Wing clan, it was a request from the leader to "show everyone your strength" that was said in the middle of the banquet.

Well, if that makes you lose your obsession... and Nell nodded, against the winged elites, so far three triumphs.

He shows them the extra strength of his abilities as a brave man and celebrates the feast of welcome.

Having said that, Nell does not have that much prominence and excellence over the Demon Nation in terms of strength, power, and this.

She is able to overwhelm the winged tribe, which is at first sight among the demons - the skill of the sword.

Nell had originally been clever and had learned the sword moves taught to build strength as a brave man with momentum as if the sand absorbed water, so he had a sword arm that was pretty good compared to the average swordsman, but even more so in the past few weeks, he had been guided by a sword that should be said to be the heart by the old butler clothes who had accompanied them, so the technique has grown exponentially compared to before.

In addition, human martial arts, which developed in the direction of polishing more 'moves' because of their weak power, are compatible with the martial arts of the devil clan, which are more likely to be a collision of forces from directly in front of each other.

She is still a stretcher, but her strength had already grown to the point where she could hold her breath against demons with far better physical abilities than humans.

"Human daughter, Nell. This time they showed me something good. Now the others will be convinced to make you compatriots."

"Even for me, I appreciate you setting up a good opportunity. As I said, I hope this melts the obsession..."

"Hung, if anyone seems to do this and not acknowledge your prowess, I'll show them straight away. - More than that, it's a feast. Eat as much as you like and enjoy as much as you like."

"Yeah, thank you. Then don't hesitate!

Kaka, and Nell also gives thanks with a laugh to the head who laughs delightfully.

She then spent the night with her own companions and new friends, struggling with the opponents of the Wings to come and hear the secret of their strength by descending (creeping) the three elites.

- Late at night.

The moon doesn't even illuminate, sounds like a dark room, a small sleep for a few.

And for some reason, at that time, the door of that room, where the guests should be completely asleep, makes a small noise and opens.

- It was a few blackened men who came inside.

They came in without a sound, as if sliding through the darkness, and as they took out from their nostalgia the sole - potari, potari, and a dagger dripping liquid - they proceeded as if they were a dead man through a room stained with darkness.

Eventually, when each stands on the pillow of a bed that exhales sleep, he shakes up the dagger he grips as it is -.

- It's a phantom.

To that voice I suddenly heard, I looked back at them with a bah - one girl, who should be asleep in a bed beside me.

At a corner of the wall where nothing was supposed to have happened, at some point, a girl with a cane stood.

Even if we don't know what's going on, we'll see the target there, and the blackheads will immediately move on to the attack - it's already too late.

"'Sleep'"

As the girl murmured so, the consciousness of the blackened men broke off there, falling to the floor with a bummer.

- We're clear.

"Thanks, Ronia. Thank you."

"Yeah, thanks, Ronia."

Yes. At the same time as both names speak, the magic that had been hung by both of them will be solved, as if seeping out of the darkness, and their appearance will be revealed.

Ronia shook her head left and right as she sifted against two of those fellows.

"First, thanks to Mekina for noticing. So I could use the magic of concealment."

"Yeah, thanks for the mekina too. I totally fell asleep unaware of me."

"... well, if you don't get to work about this, you're gonna get fired"

That's what I said, Mekina, with a small, bitter smile.

- She is an 'agent'.

The main task is to gather information, and when you are with other people, use their extraordinary sensing abilities to surround enemies and exercise vigilance.

She didn't meet with the winged chief with the two of them because she was investigating that real winged tribe while pretending to wait in a one-person reception in the name of "pushing too many people into the way" to get some information about the winged tribe.

Because of that kind of work as a business, even if you were asleep, you are very sensitive to the perception of signs around you.

As for this one, he sniffed that someone was approaching the room they had put him in, ambushing his enemies with Ronia's magic in advance.

"... just to say one thing, you would have noticed the existence of enemies before me, even if they were no match for Mekina if they were regular Nell. Though I wasn't drunk, I obviously drank too much alcohol at night"

"Woo... because it was delicious..."

Subtly still smelling of liquor, Ronia sighs in a freaking way telling her friend to scratch her cheeks with Polypoli and look embarrassed, and Mekina sees them both and overflows with laughter.

"Oh, better than that!... Who the hell is that? These people."

Nell said so to delude himself, lowering his gaze to the floor of the room.

Rolling there are the blackened bitches who get sleep magic hanging by Ronia and sleep like they're dead.

"Again, wingman?

"... No, that sounds different."

With that said, Mekina rolls one of the blackened out with her bare toes and makes her lie on her back.

"... not a birdhead"

"Well, we don't know what race it is. I wonder why so many demons are splitting up."

"Shall I ask the leader..."

And that's when Nell was about to say, to her ear, which was at the window the most, I hear a slight noise.

"... what?

Surprised, she opened the window in that room, upstairs, and peered outside...

- The slaughter of the winged and the blackened, which is taking place there in sight.

Screams and roars and ringing sword triumphs that sound clear with the windows open.

"Huh!"

Because the inn to which it was addressed was subtly away from the centre of the settlement, I was delayed in noticing the anomaly.

And, furthermore, the nearby view shows a winged man and one blackened man slashing each other.

And another blackened man, who sneaks behind that winged man.

The winged man - the sneaky assassin - has not noticed.

"Oh, you shouldn't!

Nell looked down and hesitated only for a moment to the height upstairs, then hung his foot on the window frame of the window that opened with his lips tied together, though - jumping all the way out at once.

"Nell!"

Ronia's call, looking surprised.

After savoring a few moments of flotation, she bends her knees at the moment of landing to kill the shock, and stretches her legs with that knee bent to the best of her power to kick the earth and rush under those who are slashing each other in a few steps.

"Huh!"

Running over, she flashed her sword.

The blackened man who was about to slash a winged man from behind in a sudden and impending slaughter fell back and dodged the attack.

but Nell, who was already in the preliminary motion of the second blow, spins on the spot with Guru and slashes further into his opponent.

The blackened man could not smite the second blow, and he was slashed deep into his torso.

"Goha -"

"Chi......!

He saw how his buddy got hit and decided he was in a bad situation.

When the other blackened man flew back and avoided the attack of the confronting wing man, he fled, trying to blend straight into the dark night.

"Sorry, thank God!

"Never mind! What about them?

I noticed close, but he seemed to be a guard of the Wings.

To Nell's words, the man armed with the unique blackening armor and sword of the Winged Nation shakes his neck small to the left and right.

"I don't know! He showed up suddenly and was slashed with or without me! I'm sorry, but I'm worried about the leader! You may not have to worry about what you're capable of, but you need to get somewhere safe!

With that said he winged his back and flew towards the centre of the settlement.

"-Nell!"

And when I look back at that voice, I see Ronia and Mekina rushing over here.

To see the dangers of that look, they must have realized that it wasn't just them who were attacked, but that things were more serious than they thought.

"Sorry, there were no more signs of enemies around the inn, so I was caught off guard. You should have noticed sooner."

"Yeah, I don't have a choice. What about the people who attacked us?

"I stripped him and tied him up.... What do you do?

To Ronia's words, Nell thinks with his mouth shut.

What are we going to do? How are we going to move?

Run away? Or do you fight?

"... let's go to the leaders. There's got to be something we can do."

- If I were you, I would never abandon you all at a time like this.

It's just a figure of one demon king, with a nibble and a grin at all times, and an easy kick in any enemy.

Even he helps if he sees someone in need.

Even so, it would be a good laughingstock if I, the brave man, fled here because it was dangerous.

A number of the actions of that young man, the Demon King, were intensely engraved in Nell, ironically brave, as a code of conduct.

"Well, I'd like to gather some information, even for me. At least we need to figure out who's attacking us right now."

"... Do you want to use the communication balls?

Nell shakes his neck sideways as he sifts.

"No, I still don't know what's going on. Mekina's right, let's figure out who our enemies are before we do."

"Okay."

- And their long day opens the curtain.