"Dear Garga... Doba's soul..."
"I know. It's getting interesting."
Garga, the Demon King, awaits the arrival of his enemies on the throne.
Just now, Doba, an executive, is dead.
Soon the signs of Luluca have disappeared as well.
In contrast, no information has come in that you killed the enemy.
It's been a long time since I've seen a mighty enemy.
Back to back with his servant Fee, who was panicking as he was about to cry, Garga was enjoying the situation to its fullest, arguably a pinch.
"I hear you have a pretty troublesome guy against you. It bothers me that I don't see the demon king and the dogs at heart, but let's just start by cleaning them out of the clutterfish."
The past few days have been more heartfelt than ever before.
Garga was fed up with the occasional days of killing adventurer humans.
I don't care if you try to rule the world, it's too big and it just stinks.
In the first place, it wasn't funny or anything where I hit the weak.
Every day when I was unwilling to do anything and had nothing to do, I seemed too bored with the blood of the Demon King, who preferred to fight.
It is one letter that has changed such routine.
The sender is the Demon King, who calls himself recently resurrected.
It was about cooperating, but there's no way Garga would respond to that.
I saw how it was with the attack magic of greeting, and it attracted a brilliant clam.
As expected - with the same attack magic of power as Garga, I get a reply of hostility.
Such an ideal opponent would never appear in a hundred years.
"Dear Garga... Are you sure you're all right... Master Luluca and Master Doba have been defeated..."
"Don't worry. Right, you stay out of the fight and run away somewhere."
"Oh, don't say that! Atashi is with Master Garga -!"
First rebellion.
Opining on Garga is the first and last moment.
I never think Garga will lose.
But.
Something hard to say, intuitive, was making Fee say that word.
"What are you gonna do with you staying here? There's no guarantee it'll help, is there?
"It's... it might be. But..."
Garga urges Phee to treat the child gently.
Garga is right - even if Phee stays here, she should be pulling her leg, instead of being helpful.
To this word, I also have to give up the fie I was trying to stick to.
Because it's like they say it's a foot clump.
"You wait a long time...... hmm?
Suddenly, an organism has entered the throne room.
It is also dozens, not in the shape of a person.
It was too small for the enemy.
"Dear Garga! Be careful - cah!?"
The identities are the pitch-black bats.
From what I've attacked first, they're enemies and there's no mistake.
Garga bounces back with one finger, but Fee was bit without the art of exchange.
When one bites me, that means a substantial end.
The other dozen slipped in like ants and dyed Fee's body black.
"Ho."
Garga observes an unknown attack with interest.
I would have been able to help, but I really want to see how effective it is.
That was what Phee wanted herself to do.
"I see. Will it"
Fee, devoured by the bats, turns into something else.
The skin turned bright white as if all the blood had fallen out, and sharp fangs were visible from the mouth.
A typical vampire.
"Vu......"
Flirting and vampires approaching Garga.
I don't know if I still have loyalty as a servant, or if I'm trying to suck Garga's blood.
But from Garga it is just an enemy.
"Ghost Deception."
Without forgiveness at all.
Garga was an arm deformed into a sword and jumped the vampire's neck.
It's a way of killing with the utmost care not to suffer.
That I gave Fi, who wanted clothes, the fur of the Warcraft and got him in trouble.
The fact that he adopted and embarrassed Garga's painting as an army flag.
Once memories run through Garga's head.
Ever since I welcomed you as a servant, your clumsy way of working hasn't changed.
This last blow was also packed with Garga's love.
"... you do pretty bad things. That's not what I was able to say."
"You're out, vampire. Let's have a little fun, shall we?
Vampires returning from bats to a human figure.
They show no mercy, and the level of vigilance toward Garga is rising.
The inability to read anger emotions from Garga accelerated the creeps even further.
I'm an unmistakable combat maniac.
"My name is Rosé. That I have insulted the Demon King - I will make you regret it."
"I know. I'd rather fight the Demon King than you. Well, let's think of it as a leisure break."
With that said, Garga approaches Rosé with graceful footsteps.
There was something overlapping with Aria in her demon-like spare time.
"... well. Don't you know where the Aria is?"
"- Become!?"
It's like asking yourself.
Garga's question is self-contained.
I also thought I was just saying the right thing to upset Rosé, but they called me brilliantly perfect.
"This -!"
You can't prolong the fight to someone with odd abilities.
Stretch a sharp claw around your neck to settle before something is used.
If we can breathe blood somehow, we can make it dependant.
"That's dangerous. You can't be dependent on boulders."
"Duh, how could you do that!
Doubt turns to certainty.
In Rose's mind, it was entirely in Garga's hands.
If we find out until we become family members, the battle ahead will be considerably restricted.
I desperately spin my head about how to get over it, but I guess this situation is also a bummer for Garga.
"I see you haven't given up yet. It still seemed clammy."
So grumbled Garga, standing happy.