An Unemployed Small-Town Girl Pulled Out The Enchanted Sword: She Can’t Become The Hero, So She’ll Become the Demon King Instead

"Yes, next"

"Welcome, Demon King. My name is Yusina, and this is the daughter of a peasant named Mika."

The man named Yusina had a young woman next door.

The woman is turning away with a disgusting face. When Yusina realized it, she ordered her flank to be pounded and knelt.

"Our town is surrounded by sand and is a dry town. Therefore, you can't take anything dizzy except during the rainy season. So this is how we paid the young woman in town as a tax."

Merle got more and more upset when he heard the words.

verbal discourse, such as making a woman subject to tax. As the same woman, as the Demon King, you can't get that kind of tax.

Micah raised her voice before trying to open her angry mouth.

"Demon King! Give me back! I have a fiancée in town! I'm, I'm, like..."

"What are you going to say in front of the Demon King! You fucking kid!

Lucille stopped her shaken fist.

Even Thacubas are demons. Its power was not a human ratio, and Yusina's arms sounded mistletoes and bones stinging.

"Lucille. That's enough. Micah, can I talk to you about something?

Merle, with his cheek cane, listened to Micah, who cried down.

Next door, Yusina, who lays down her arms, stares at Mika silently and tells her not to say anything.

"... I am the daughter of a stubborn peasant. I became in love with a childhood friend that I accompanied for years and was applied for marriage about two months ago. But like I said, my town can't take any more temporarily. Without a working mouth, he goes to earn money when he earns his marriage expenses, and he still doesn't go home. In the meantime, I heard that the king's seat had been replaced, and I was nominated as a tax by order of Yusina."

"Well, you had that history."

"Please, give me back! If the Demon King needs anything, I'll make sure to deliver it! So give me back!

"Okay, so instead of giving it back, I need a favor from you. Lucille, bring the crown."

Micah sweated on her forehead at anxiety and nervousness about what she was going to say.

I wonder what they'll say. I told him not to pay taxes in front of me, but to give himself back. Micah got angry that she would have to pay the price.

After a while, Lucille brought the crown.

The crown made of gold is concave but radiant enough to be decorated with jewels scattered all over it.

Micah wondered how much it would be worth in this one, even though it would be worth a lot in that one gem.

Removing one gem from the crown, he threw it towards Micah.

"Pick it up."

"... Yes"

Pick up the jewels thrown. Brilliant-cut diamonds. It is also an oversized size.

It was worth enough to cross the peasant's lifetime income with one of them, and Micah made the hand she held tremble.

Micah was anxiously breathtaking about what she was going to say with such an expensive thing.

But Micah braced her stomach if it was for him.

"It's gonna cost you to get married, isn't it? Ceremonies, people, food, and venues. The jewels are a tribute from me. Don't sell it."

The words stuck out in my stomach that I had bracketed were outrageously sweet.

"Do you mind if I put so much stuff up for sale?

"Yeah. Nothing. I don't need a crown or a jewel. A favor for you would be to be happy. I hope he gets back soon. Yes, next"

Micah stood up without words. Instead of leaking words, tears pass down my cheeks and fall.