The emissary of Queen Hausel, who is staying to pursue the Empire of Hermeia, panicked at a smug report that the Demon King was captured in the Kingdom of Ashmeil.
"Such an idiot. No doubt the Demon King is here."
"So you think the Kingdom of Ashmeil is more fake?
"That's right. You won't be able to use magic in the Kingdom of Ashmeil. The Demon King is headed to such a place."
"Oh, the Messenger Hall. Has there been any new report from Queen Housel?
The envoy dazzled at the appearance of the demon king emerging from the back of the hallway. Look, the messenger pushes and kills bitter thoughts and moves forward.
The demon king walks in graceful footsteps, softening the black cloak. Black silk thread-like hair, jewel-like red eyes. Beautiful face, blurring even the sunshine of the window you plug in.
"No. As soon as I was reporting on the progress of the negotiations here. Your assertion that the Crown Princess has not fled."
"Right. The Apostle is in trouble, too. You won't have time to just sit here."
Every demon king bites his teeth in an obvious way. But as I felt the slightest discomfort, two of our escorts returned the restraint with their gaze.
An "unnamed priest" who exists to slaughter the weapons, demons, of the Church. Two of them, called the greatest masterpieces, were human beings that Queen Housel also wanted so much that her hand could come out of her throat. Yet how the hell did the Demon King take these two from the Church and get his hands on them?
"This one should also be ready to help you understand the misunderstanding about the Crown Princess. I hope you're waiting."
"- Ha..."
I rush my head down to the red gaze thrown as I pass by.
No matter how rebellious he remembered, the Demon King had the power to kneel man.
Dropping off the three who passed by, the messenger exhales from his shoulder. - The Demon King is here. You can't be in the Kingdom of Ashmael.
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I just walked into the room and I made a noise and the magic was solved.
Walt hastily closes the door and Keith, who was waiting inside with his pocket watch, flashes his face.
I knew it wouldn't last five minutes.
"Sorry, I don't... but this is the limit...!
With a blue face, Elephas stayed put. But Kyle takes it and doesn't allow it to fall. The backpack quickly came, pulsed, and nodded.
"You're alive. It's okay, you can still go."
"No... I can't do this anymore... I feel like I'm cutting my life force as well as magic..."
"... drink. Improvements were made. You might have more time to be turned into a demon king."
"You're completely experimenting with human beings...!?"
"Yes, open your mouth and hold onto the medicine. Next is the meeting."
"No, not anymore."
He pinched his nose and poured the medicine into his mouth by two guys, Luc and Quartz. I don't even want to get used to it. It distracts me from intensely bitter medicinal water.
"Hey, Elefers? Going?
Alive but dying. I can't reply.
"I can't help it. Roll yourself to sleep on that couch. I have a little time."
"I don't know why you're so drained when you owe me Master Claude's magic."
I thought I was going to die like this, but I squeezed my strength in my head at the voice of Walt, who was shuddered.
"Many times, I say...... changing the color of my hair and eyes is a contraindication to the laws of this world! I'm doing what I'm not supposed to, I'm making the impossible possible, with Master Claude's unscrupulous magic and my technology! I mean, borrowing the Demon King's magic is pretty lame, I know!?"
I desperately appealed to my excellence and hard work, but the faces serving the Demon King are unforgiving.
"But Master Claude thought you could do it, so I'm not letting him do it."
"That's why I'm doing it! Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah!?"
"It's all right, Master Claude will do something about life expectancy."
I said that Kyle's eyes containing no sympathy would not comfort him. Buckwheat and Elephas fall to the side.
I want to go home. I don't want to work anymore.
"But is that a meeting? You mean the demon king was captured in the kingdom of Ashmail?
"Not the Demon King, but the Demon King, Mr. Walt."
"Shouldn't you go help"
Elephas also glanced at Kyle's worried voice. That's what I thought myself.
But Keith, the best boss of all, said clearly as he lifted his glasses.
"No. I'll be happy to taste it."
"Well, what does that mean"
"You'll be happy to come and help and grab it deliberately. That's who I am."
I could imagine, and no one argued.
"I need to give you some painful eyes. You left by shaking us off in the first place, didn't you? Yeah, you can't stay in the castle when you lose like hell, me too."
Understanding that the serene squire is actually the angriest, Elephas looks away softly.
"I will return the inquiry from the Kingdom of Ashmeil with 'I don't know that'. Chancellor Rudolph and I are coordinating in that direction."
"Um, then what happens to Master Claude...?
"Aren't you going to be executed too? Well, you just have to let it go."
"Are you sure?!?"
"That's okay. I don't know why I caught it anyway, because I tried to show Dear Eileen something cool or that sounds interesting. That's why being in the Kingdom of Ashmeil is fake. We don't have such a dumb demon king. You got it, right?
Even so, Elephas, Walt and Kyle will look at each other.
Seeing that, Keith sighed.
"- I've already received instructions when this happened. It's not supposed to happen."
Really? I relieved myself a little and pulled out my shoulder strength. I wonder about myself like that.
I've never felt worried or anxious about serving any husband before.
- I asked you, Elephas. Until I get home.
Maybe it's because I got those words. That place is just like a couple.
"Yes, then the break is over. Mr. Elephas, please wake up."
"Ma, I can't yet"
"You are Lord Claude's sorcerer, make it impossible."
But I still want to go home.
That's what I think, I wanted you to forgive me.