"Is that it? The Demon King?
"Oh, Rosé. Bowled up."
The three of us who came to support Aria and Dorothy.
Just at the entrance part of the hole, it came in the form of a perfect encounter.
Seeing how Richt was out of breath, he seemed pretty in a hurry.
"You fought the dragons, too, didn't you? Looks like he's safe."
"I did my best."
"Ho. You've grown, Fairis."
Well done - and Aria gently strokes Faelice's head.
For not being so praised by Richt, Faelice was slowly savoring the praise.
"I'm here to support the demon kings, but it doesn't look like you needed them. What do you do with the rest of the dragons? It doesn't look like we're alone."
"Uh, no. It's over."
"Huh?"
To Aria's words, not only Rose but also Richt and Faelis lean their necks.
Did you clean up all the dragons in this short time?
Even if such an idea passes behind your brain for a moment, it can't be a boulder thinking physically.
It would have been possible with Iris and Thysse, but Aria should not have had the capability of a service system.
"Uh... what does that mean?
"The bowl is wide. We discussed it peacefully. They're never coming near me again."
"I see... so you can't see the battle of the Demon King!?"
Apparently the event Rosé was looking forward to is already over.
More than Aria said she'd miss, inevitably Rosé can't even get to the dragon.
I mean, it's impossible to watch Aria fight.
"... Ah, Mr. Rose. I wish it was on my note. If I can help you..."
"D, Mr. Dorothy......!
For some reason Dorothy gives you a note of sorry.
Not that I deliberately took my chances, but guilt really existed in my mind.
When I look at Rose's disappointment, it's even heavier.
"Can you really lend me...? Don't even use Mr. Dorothy..."
"No, I'll be fine later. Besides, it might be too awesome to help... and I was wondering if Mr. Rose could use it to the fullest."
"- Oh, thank you! I won't forget this thank you!
Rosé, who receives notes as if they were gold.
Maybe it's actually that much for value, but from Dorothy's point of view, I'm afraid of the reaction when it didn't help.
They were both handed over thrilled.
"My lords - I don't know what you're doing, but I'm not gonna be here anymore, so I'm gonna go back."
"Oh, I see, Demon King."
"Mr. Richt, Faelice. Ref birds and bats, which would you prefer if you were traveling?
"It's up to the ref bird."
Stop Rosé's hand, which was about to serve the bat, and the Richters board the ref bird, which was waiting nearby.
Even when I saw Rose's soggy face, I never changed my mind about Richt and Faelis.