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

- The meeting was in dispute.

"Isn't that a different story!

Don, and slap your fist all the way through the desk, winged youth.

They are not very discerning of the facial changes, but their faces were visibly distorted into anger, with a facial expression that easily enlightened the state of their anger.

"You were talking about silencing those old men! Almost all the survivors have escaped to their enemies because of your ruin!! You promised to make me head of the Wings! Now Tenko's tiger is a good place too!!

"... Hung, I just wanted to say that we're talking differently."

"What!?

"All we were asking was that there were three other poor human beings as allies besides the Winged Warriors. The unexpected is a good place, such as one of them being a human brave man. Thanks to you, you did a great deal of damage to the pursuit and even allowed the example mask to come and framed half of my men to die"

A blackened man, laughing with his nose like a mockery of that winged youth.

I say it calmly for a few moments, but in its eyes, it is a sinking fierceness.

Because of your proper information, your men are dead. Even if I didn't tell you, I was showing you what I wanted to say with my expression.

"Such a thing, your people would just have been vulnerable!!

"Bullshit. I don't see any entities, you little brat. Your eyes are the holes themselves."

"What!?

A blackened man who rises as he knocks down Gatan and his chair and overflows his mockery to the outraged winged youth, "This is why the fool..."

"Stop it, you guys! It's in front of the leader!!

It was a man named Derewes, following as deputy to the demonic leader Godzim, who stopped that one-touch air.

To his anger, the blackening man bows his head softly, and the winged young man distorts his expression with regret for a moment, before returning to the chair he defeated in such a way as an inadmissibility, and lowering his back again.

"Let's go back to confirmation. Nagoot, you can't move for a while, can you?

"Mm-hmm. It consumed a little too much power. As it stands, my men can't move during operations. So much so that we can gather information."

A blackened man called Nagout, sneering at the words of his deputy Dereweth.

"What about the brave ones?

"They probably got away because they couldn't find the body. The mask must have taken him home."

"... let me ask you one thing"

So quietly releasing the words are those who put their arms together and remained silent throughout the meeting, wearing black full-body armor.

The helm makes my voice squeal, and its gender is indistinguishable

"Um, are the masks and the dots that strong?

"At least we have the strength to destroy half of Nagout's men, who were the actual troops behind us, and to meet Master Godzim from the front and not lose our strength."

"... Huff, right. Are you strong?"

Full-body armor that overflows Dereweth's words with a quiet laugh across the helm.

"... you're the same."

Saying so with a bitter smile, Dereweth then hangs his words on those who were sitting in another seat.

"Did the investigation team find out who the mask was?

"We have narrowed down some of our candidates... but we have not been able to identify them"

"Hmm... what about that candidate?

"Renault Gill, the dark man of Final, king of the demonic kingdom, called the silent assassin. Shanadia, master of the Elf's sword, a sub-tribe in alliance with its finals. Demons following the finals, Dragonut warriors, Junaidel. And then Yuki, the demon king of the labyrinth, is considered the identity of the mask."

However, every person lacks a decision beating...... and the investigator kept his mouth shut.

"I see, every one has strength, but you look a lot different than that mask how to fight...... wait, who's the last one?

"Yuki the Demon King is the man who obstructed our work in the human country of Arysia. This person was also wearing a mask in Arysia and used a long sword, which is why we put him in the candidate… probably unlikely to be a hostile mask this time"

"Why? As far as I'm concerned, it seems pretty close to black though?

"The man is the Demon King of the Labyrinth. Besides, I checked that the labyrinth where he lives is inside the demonic forest."

"... oh, the place where the example Black Dragon moves on its own and is believed to have been killed by the legendary Dragon tribe, Heilong"

I throw up that word with a bitter face, Derewes.

"That land is a very harsh place to pull out its dragon. The demon is twice or three times stronger than the rest of the realm, and I sent a few of my men, a few times, to make them look into the powerful, but none of them have returned.... I was wondering if it's unlikely you'd come out this far despite having your own heart called Dungeon Core in such a dangerous place"

"But did you go all the way to the king's capital of man's kingdom?

"Consider the distance. With his expected abilities, he'll probably be able to reach Arysia in a few hours, but this demonic realm will take days. Besides, you should be staying longer to compete in the competition."

"... Indeed, it's hard to imagine the Lord of the Labyrinth leaving his own dungeon core alone for such a long time. Roger that, his presence is likely to remain our obstacle in the future. Keep investigating."

"-Good. Leave that man alone."

It was - Godzim, the leader of the devil clan - who blocked that Dereweth's words.

He opened his mouth, which had been closed ever since the meeting began, poking his cheek at the handle of the chair placed in the upper seat, and said so.

- Although Final, king of demons, had accused his men of being all Jesus men towards Godzim, he is right in the sense that he would hardly dispute the chief's opinion, but there is one thing wrong with the premise.

Gojim, the leader of the devil clan, basically (...) does nothing (...).

Like this fight, it only moves when you decide you need to be on the table, but you leave almost all the rest of your work to your men.

This is because I understand that I can only fight and that it is my responsibility to be the flag bearer, and that it is better to leave anything else to my men.

So Godzim just sits back and waits for the results of his men's work, and takes full responsibility for it.

Charisma, in that Godzim had definite qualities with sufficient leadership.

"Ha? Are you sure?

"Is he disappearing? There's more to do now than look out for that mask. Besides, when the time comes, he'll show up again anyway. Until then, you just have to let it go."

"... I'm in awe. For the rest, is there anything?

"... right. Just one thing, let me tell you. - Now we're being pushed."

Yes, spinning words, Godzim, the leader of the devil clan.

"Much more uneven than originally planned at the martial arts tournament, and the recent attacks by the finals here are beginning to crush this important base. Big book plans will also need to be revised. - but they are somewhat endless (...)"

To the chief's words, the conference attendants just listen in silence.

"But we shall only exchange and do righteousness with our armies."

A whirlpool of quiet enthusiasm in the conference room for Gojim's words that are heavy, quiet, but definite fever.

"We will continue to take over the will of those who are dead and strive for their end. - It's all for our ambitions."

"For ambition!

And they use that power for just one purpose.