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

"Mm! Are you home?"

Because I have become the lord of this dungeon, not only I, but Nell, will no longer be attacked at all by the surrounding demons, turning back the way I came slowly for about thirty minutes.

We were rendezvous with the Saints who were turning back earlier.

"Hmm, it looks like neither of us is particularly hurt... the crusade seems to have succeeded"

"Oh. I burned it black and tore it apart."

I nod cocklessly at Carotta for words, and I answer that.

"I don't believe it... seriously, just the two of us defeated that demon king..."

"Ouch. You were pretty strong."

"... that's not credible when they say Kellogg, honey"

To Griffa, who says that with a frightened face, I just flaunt my shoulders.

"And yes, Griffa, I didn't hear that demon king was so crazy."

"To?"

"He's out of his mind."

With regard to the information on what means of attack we have, we can't do anything before he sees the magic, and we're talking about retreating, so maybe we don't have to know, but I wanted you to give me that information.

"Oh, oh... sorry. But a demon king is more or less like that. Stupid, arrogant, hateful, probably broken somewhere."

"Rude. Who's broken?"

"Yes, no, I didn't tell you..."

Griffa looks suspicious as she scratches her hair with boldness.

Next door, while Nell looks at this one, he decides not to hear Bosoli say, "... well, you're sure there's one thing wrong with you," and then he says to Carotta.

"Uh... and, Carotta. I'm sorry about the dungeon core. Probably broken in the aftermath of the fight. So I think this dungeon will collapse in a while too"

After consulting with Nell, I decided to delude him in that direction.

If you defeat the Demon King and destroy the Dungeon Core to completely crusade the Dungeon, the Dungeon Collapse process begins at the time you destroy the Core.

But the collapse doesn't start that soon, but first the magic inside the dungeon diminishes over a few days, and with it the space that was being expanded returns to its original appearance, and over a few more days the demon inside dies.

By the way, it is also possible to actually collapse using the 'Dungeons' feature in the menu.

It seems to be a function that I can unlock by dominating the second dungeon, so that I can collapse after the second and convert everything into DP.

I won't, though. If we let it collapse, it's temporary, but if we leave it like this, we'll be able to secure DP on a permanent basis.

So we're going to predict the timing of our departure on the ship we came aboard and move it closer to the Demonic Forest.

Yes, this ghost ship dungeon, because it is a single ship, it feels like the speed of travel is more than this immense, but what is it possible to move it?

Also, I already set up a door on this ghost ship that leads to my house, so I can actually go home now if I want to.

Let's get all the work done and when we get back to our place, we'll come back to this dungeon and see what we can do.

Still, I couldn't hear anything about the dungeon after all... well, Nell and I would have been right to go for the offense alone.

If you eat his dark magic 'corrosion', neither iron gear nor shields make sense.

If the number of people increases, the space for avoidance will naturally be narrower, and movement will be limited.

Sure, some sacrifices would have been made.

"Mm... well, if it wasn't possible with you two, it wouldn't have been possible. It's a shame... let's just give up."

No, that's not why.

I didn't mean it either. I'm reflecting. So, Mr. Nell, stop looking at me with an ambiguous grin.

"... instead, I brought you two monsters that you might be able to use. Now give me a break."

"Hmm?"

To Carotta, who looked interested, I took it out of the item box and showed it - a dagger carved with a crest, with a gorgeous decoration, and a diary.

Look at the dagger I took out and her eyes get softly sharp as soon as possible.

"This... is the seal of the Duke's house (...)"

"Ah. It seems the Demon King here was originally a nobleman from your country. He was set up by a friend and went from the size of that too much resentment to being the Demon King. What happened to him was detailed in his diary."

- This diary and dagger, like the dungeon core, were placed unwrought on the desk in the office.

When I opened the diary, it was spelled out there until he reached the demon king.

On quite a few pages there were traces of that resentment, anger, blood seeping over clenching his fist, and it was a bit hard to find out what happened... Hi he was betrayed by someone he thought was a friend and kicked off the aristocratic society.

He was set in a trap, kicked off the Duke's throne, and all his clans were executed because of it. The house is cut off.

He was the only one drifting in the middle of such a sea, well, a kind of banishment. There is no island to reach.

Do you starve to death after being thrown into a ship devastated by rudder, devoid of any food, and tormented by hunger and despair?

Or because the sea area seems rough around here, it was supposed to be fate to be rubbed by rough waves to become the algae chips of the sea as it were... but before he died, he was reborn to the Demon King.

The moment I became the Demon King, it only said a little bit.

Somehow, all of a sudden, the ambient air changed, and when I realized it, the throne room appeared, and the dungeon core was placed.

Perhaps a new dungeon was created at that time.

Around here, it seems like a place with thick magic vegetables, just like the Demonic Forest, so I guess it could be a condition...... a miraculous chance for sure.

It seems that the race became Draugle for the same reason that I was first reincarnated into this world in a race called 'Archdemon'.

The dungeon decided it would be better if you were reborn.

Seemed to have had self for a while after becoming a draugle, but it was felt through the diary that it was lost more and more along the way.

Originally because of resentment, the handwriting felt rough, but little by little, the text became naive, and the letters became poorer, eventually becoming meaningless gucha graffiti.

- This is how he was born: the man who absolutely kills humans, the immortal king incarnated by hatred and anger.

... Now you understand the reason for that demon king's anger.

Sure, I'd be a mad demon king if they killed our guys or something... throwing all my life to destroy everything in the world.

... a nasty imagination. I don't even want to think about it.

"... a while ago, I remember the coup written here. The back was unclear and buried in the darkness with no yay... I see, this is certainly better for us than the dungeon core. But... no way, the Duke's house is better for the Demon King..."

"Squeeze him as tight as you can squeeze him at your place and get rid of him. If we can help, we can help."

I told that demon king I'd do everything I could.

I mean as far as I can possibly reach, and let's just say we cooperate in busting Soytz.

"... okay, I'll take care of that one. This is a clear sign of injustice. I'm not going to let the criminals live like this. Lord Griffa, I'll pay the corresponding amount. On this matter..."

"Hey, I know what you mean. We just showed our sisters the way. I haven't heard anything, and I don't know anything. You know that, too."

"Of course. I didn't hear anything."

"I came home alive because of it, but mysterious illness and death, what a prick. Come on. Of course I haven't heard anything either."

Carotta turns to me next after smiling bitterly at Reyes for saying something direct: "No, I won't do that..."

"The mask... can't it be more detrimental than Nell being here? I didn't have to ask."

"Oh, you know exactly what I mean."

Of course, Carotta gives me her hands up to shoulder height, saying, "I'm sorry about this."

Those saints and adventurers who overflow with laughter in our exchanges.

"Well, you guys are back safe, and you don't need to stay long. - Then I withdraw!

- And we finished our dungeon attack.