"The King. We lost touch with the adventurer who sent us to investigate the dungeon."
"... something happened - and you should think about it. I had a bad feeling about it, but no way..."
The king holds his head.
The magic I could confirm from that dungeon was not the power of the concurrent.
I prayed it was a mistake in the corner of my mind, but even that would be denied in this investigation.
"The King. Those adventurers are those with S-rank titles. I was wondering if you could consider that there are quite a few monsters lurking in the dungeon."
"I know that. The question is whether that monster is our enemy. If you are an enemy… the battle will be inevitable"
What the king feared was that a monster lurking in the dungeon would attack this country.
If we were to fight, this country would be devastated.
On the contrary, it could be devastating to the entire human world.
The king felt so terrified.
"Once and for all, please pass this information on not only to your neighbors, but also to your elf country. This could be a transracial problem"
"Is this the land of elves......? I'm not sure which side they'll be on, so isn't it a little dangerous...?
"So let's keep it on our side early. Their power of war is bound to help. Even they'd be anxious about obsessed monsters."
I see. Copy that.
Thus, the King begins to write letters to be sent to neighbouring countries and elf countries.
Equivalent to ourselves - or to get out of our character opponents, we need to be prepared for these backs.
After something went wrong. Then it was too late.
"The King. If you're going to get your hands on the Elf Country, why don't you give a voice to the Dragonman Country as well?
"That would be... an issue to think about a little more carefully. The Dragon Nation is too dangerous. Before you fight monsters, you may be feathers fighting dragon men."
"Also, I'm sorry... I imitated that I went too far"
Opinions out of subordinates.
The king dismisses it with a little thought.
Having Dragon Man on your side is too much anxiety material to be difficult.
It was also unclear whether we could even talk properly because we were less involved with humans.
"Anyway, we're going to start getting ready as soon as possible. Even though it was an investigation, the monsters may be mistaken for whether they were attacked. Even if you attack me tomorrow, it's not weird. Let's crush it with nothing left to worry about."
Eliminate anxiety material.
It was a moment when the King's thinking was prominently expressed.
Even if it is, it is the same for both humans and problems.
"I'm in trouble."
"What's going on? Aria."
In that realm known as the Distopia Dining Room, Aria, the Demon King, was sighing in such a way that she was troubled.
I don't know what happened, but there's no way Richt can leave it alone.
Sitting in the next seat, he speaks to Aria.
"Oh, Richt. As a matter of fact, your lord noticed, didn't he?
…… Sorry, I have no idea. "
"You've only eaten the same stuff lately, haven't you? Food variations are diminishing. Because I'm pulling it off, I can tell you I don't have a choice..."
Aria's troubled seeds are about diet.
Indeed, Aria is right, the distopian diet is becoming a one-pattern.
I'm not saying I'm tired of it, but it's not weird when someone comes out looking for a change.
"In the first place, then, there are too few people in this distopia who can cook. It's not as decent as Thysse. What Illis made isn't what he ate."
"Let me ask you something, Aria...?
"... Non is a little unsure either"
Oh, my God, there was only one person in this distopia who could cook.
Besides, it's just a busy tisse.
Richter is also possible for basic dishes, but because he has too few repertoires in the first place, he won't be able to help much.
"- Ah!"
"But isn't it hard to learn to cook now? Even the ingredients are limited."
"O Richt... Non may have come up with a demonic operation that will solve everything"
Aria laughs invincibly.
They flashed something by chance.
With regard to Aria, Richt, who did not have the impression that he was smart, listened in the sense of once.
"I'll be the first to ask, but you're not resuscitating the cook, are you?
"Of course not!
Cohon - and Aria returns to the story.
"Join hands with non-human species! So you just have to pull through the food and cooks"
"... you mean a deal? Maybe it's a good idea, but what do we have to offer?"
"Leave that to Non. There are a lot of hidden gems and weapons. I don't know what to say to myself, but it's worth a lot of money."
Aria spoke confidently.
Not so long ago, you seem confident this operation will succeed.
"By the way, what kind of race are you going to be when you're not human?
"Elves and dragon men were relatively close by."
Thus, the aim of Distopia was decided.