"That, Richt? What's wrong with that fruit?
"When I went to visit the realm of Illis and Tisse, I got it for a souvenir. It sounds delicious, but I can't eat it all by myself, so I'll give it to Dorothy."
"You know. Because of this, let's eat together. I can't eat it all by myself."
Time devoted to round-the-clock work.
Richt was about to enjoy a snack in Dorothy's room.
Though he was a good lookout at first, he tends to get out of hand these days because his enemies don't come at all.
This applies not only to Richt, but also to most of his servants, starting with Illis.
Aria, the demon king, is overly tolerant of skipping - on the contrary, she saw no signs of improvement because she is taking the initiative to skip.
Seriously, the only person who still works is probably Rosé.
"But you really don't have enemies coming, do you? The Necromancer keeps an eye on us, and we're almost out of work."
"Well, it's not even like demons and stuff get lost. I prefer to stay calm."
"Me too, I'd prefer to stay this loose. I'm tired of fighting all the time."
Richt and Dorothy seem satisfied with their relatively peaceful days today.
You need to rest well before Aria's battle lust wakes up.
If I wake up, then every day I work.
Aria's whims come like a natural disaster, so she had to keep her mind open at all times.
"I mean, for us to be slow, I wonder if Mr. Rose has all the work going around... what do you think?
What Dorothy cared about was still Rose's workload.
Ever since I started working at Distopia, I've never seen Rosé seem free.
I don't have any information on exactly what kind of work you're doing, but it always seems to keep moving.
"I tried to help once, but they turned me down saying it was okay. Could it be the kind of work we can't do?
"Because you're a vampire... I can't imagine it at all"
"Could they hate you...? Then I'm gonna cry. Yes, I am."
"Rose is not the type to hate people, so I think you can rest assured. Maybe."
"Maybe."
Doubts about Rosé pile up like dust.
Not that I'm hiding anything, but curiosity wasn't an easy thing to stop.
"Did Richter get along with Mr. Rose?
"... you're not sure when they say that. They might hate you."
"Mr. Rosé's not the type to hate people - you just said that."
Dorothy mouths the fruit like a scratch.
Getting along with Rose seems to be the future yet to come.
It is the moment when we also begin to question the aspirations of the people of Richt.
"Uh... you're close to Faelice, aren't you?
"Mr. Faelice... he's a strange man, isn't he? I haven't really talked about it."
As an alternative to Rosé, Richt gives the name of Faelice.
Having experienced the battlefield together, Faelice was close in the sense of being a comrade of war.
The content of the conversation is so appropriate as not to be remembered, but nevertheless to the extent that it is called to the room.
The resurrection over and over seems to have created a mysterious sense of trust in Faelice.
"Speaking of which, Mr. Faelice doesn't really come out of the room, does he? Can I go play?
"... hmm. I don't think you're free like that, so you'd be happy to go see him?
To Dorothy's question, Richt could only give uncertain information.
I've been invited to my room several times, Richt, but I've never seen Faelice read a book.
Books loaded also have surfaces covered with dust.
Based on these things, I was not expected to get my hands on the book.
But.
How do you spend your time in that room full of books without reading them?
The mystery just keeps getting deeper and deeper because it's not an atmosphere like working.
"Tatsu-!!"
"- Whoops!"
Without any foretaste.
Batan and the door get kicked through.
Beyond which Richt and Dorothy turned hastily, there was the appearance of a familiar demon king.
I'm a little disturbed in my breath - they're rushing to this place.
I guess there's a delightful report from where the odd grin is overflowing.
The two swallow gokuli and spit and wait for the next word to be uttered.
"They're attacking this distopia! Get ready!"
It was quite a noisy story to roll into a distopia that was peaceful.