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

- Everything was dyed in one color.

It's red.

Burning forest red.

Red in the burning.

And - of my burning compatriots, red.

Gakuri and falling off his knees.

A vast amount of heat strikes my skin, the fire approaches me, and I don't even realize I'm burned by flying fire powder, just staring at the sight in front of me blindly.

I can't think of anything.

I can't remember thinking, my head doesn't work well.

Gragras and the feeling of shaking vision.

A birthplace that was peaceful, beautiful and in harmony with nature.

That's... why, why, it's burning.

"... Shaima"

What's in my arm is something that never moved again, people, was (...).

They poke me in the heart, and at a glance I know it's fatal.

The first thing I remembered was that the spirit was so deeply saddened that my soul was about to collapse.

The next thing I remember, my blood vessels were so torn, I was so angry that I was going crazy.

And finally - objectivity.

- This is the world.

All in all, weak predators.

And the weak shall be eaten by the mighty, and the mighty shall be eaten by the mighty.

Therefore, I have long been taught and lived that if I do not want to be eaten by the irrationality of the world, I have to be strong... which would mean that I was exactly right.

- This irrationality is the world.

Eventually, it is the will of treason (...) that springs up in the bosom boiling.

It's treason against the world, against irresponsibility that can't be helped.

- For peace.

I'm sure under this word, there will have been numerous bloodshed and many lives scattered.

Through this rebellious will, it may itself also create numerous misfortunes as well.

But... still, we have to do it.

For dead compatriots, dead relatives.

Dead, for my wife (...).

Only one person, who has survived, who hates the irrationality of the world, is ordained to exchange it.

"... you said you had great hopes. One for me... I think I've got it."

The red-haired warrior rose with a grain of tears from his eyes and the remains of his beloved wife in his arms.

- Inside the elves.

Located halfway between the human and demonic worlds, the surrounding area was covered in deep woods, where all three races were now present.

One is the elves, the inhabitants of this forest.

One is the demons, who, in the name of the Demon King Final, are building steady cooperative relationships with other races.

And one is the humans, with King Arysia as their head.

"- Hey, you've finally met, King Arlicia. I'm so happy to be able to talk to you like this."

"Yeah, so is this one. When I think I can finally put an end to this barren feud, it feels like my shoulder is going down."

With those words exchanged, they shake hands firmly.

The Demon King Final, as usual, had a grin that kept Nico and his heart from prying, and Arlician King Reid-Glorio-Alicia also had another diplomatic grin, but the two words were ridden with strong feelings that went beyond mere rhetoric.

And, standing beside the two, Naphorase-Faraier, the queen in the real power of the Elves, opens her mouth.

"Then let Nushi and the others mediate. Both of you, sit down first."

To her words, the two get to the round table seats that were provided.

"Nevertheless... I may be a little rude to say this, but I don't think you're too young. Absolutely, I envy other races. You look like you're a hundred and fifty times better than me, don't you?

"Hahaha, when I said that, I couldn't believe Naphorase, since before I was born -"

"King of Demons, if you say anything before that, you'll cut Nushi's tongue a thousand times."

"Oops...... dangerous. Shall I stop saying extra things?"

In such a soothing atmosphere, the talks began.

At the edge of the large conference room, Nell, who had participated in this occasion as one of the guards of the humans, exhales one ho.

"... if it looks like this, it's going to work, Mr. Remiro"

"Yeah, it's something worth working on for a long time in the demonic world. Really... how much I've asked for this sight"

Yes, the answer to Nell is the old butler - a former brave man, Remilo-Gilberto.

To the sight in front of him, where other races were in rational conversation with each other, he narrowed his eyes with joy and then opened his mouth to the girl next door, as he remembered.

"... with that said, I'll change the story, Mr. Nell. I hear you're married. Congratulations."

"What, oh, thank you...... maybe from Ronia?

Speaking of the name of a friend of the court magician, the old butler laughs and nods, continuing his words with a naughty look.

"I saw you in the demon world, too, that looks like he's my husband. Nell seemed so happy every day that he was happy as a friend, but he said he was in a little trouble because he overheard his love story."

"Yes, no, no, not so much love... like I wasn't there, like I wasn't..."

An old butler smiles at a brave girl whose voice gets lower in the second half.

"Huhuhuhuhuhu, if you are happy, above all. I don't know if that's why, but I hear Mr. Nell has become very strong mentally. Again, there must be a big difference in the environment."

"... if you're growing, fine."

I couldn't say anything to his words, and Nell scratched his cheeks with polypoli as he lit up a bit.

- and next to such a relaxed conversation, the meeting moves to full-fledged discussion.

"Well, let's get down to business. I want to get along with you guys from now on. There is no doubt that remorse is mutual. But we should be able to cut it off on our behalf."

"I agree. The time is no longer coming to an end for the rest of your life in your own country alone. In the years to come, there will be more interaction with other races. I thought it was over to live in narrow horizons."

To the words of King Arysia, the Demon King nods cocklessly.

"Our values are completely different. But that's why we don't have to bother killing each other.... right, why don't we start with trade as a ceasefire agreement? The human species is all cash, and if there's a profit there, there's a slight difference in values."

"Hmm, that's a good idea. It is self-evident that with more interaction, we will also deepen our understanding of each other's cultures from there. Eventually, you will be able to see him as an 'individual', not a race, and you will lose obsession."

"If it's about trade, why don't we get the elves mixed up, too? Our lives are significantly skewed when we interact with the outside."

"Originally you guys, you're a hunting people. Like, this is as good as it gets."

Then often, after packing a story about trade, King Arysia opens his mouth.

"One thing, I want you to hear my concerns. We humans have shorter lives than you. I myself, five years from now, I'm not sure I'm doing the king in ten years. As far as I can, I'm going to root and then give the throne to the next generation... but I can't say for sure. Therefore, while I am king, I want to take it to a situation where it is definitely more profitable to continue than to break the truce."

"I see... ok. Okay, here's what we'll do. Shall we publish only trade relations on the face of it and also a few joint military exercises behind it? Though it may be a little early, I still prefer to come in from the military to strengthen the relationship. Besides, seeing how bad things are here isn't a bad idea to strengthen the relationship early. Neither the demon world nor the human world have ever crossed more allies than they have come rough."

To the two words, the Elf Queen shakes her neck to the left and right in such a way as to do it.

"At all, Nushi and the others have too much to contend with. I want you to live a little more stable, like us elves."

"My ear hurts. In fact, I'm not strong enough to stabilize the demon world."

"Uhm...... so do mine. It's hard to be stable. I want to learn how to do this from Lord Naphorase."

"Well, there are attractions for humans! All right, I'll teach you some tricks to keep the people together."

"Uh, Mr. Reid. She's been like this for a long time."

Then again, intensive meetings continue until it gets dark outside -.