Buy the Land And Cultivate in Different World

"... Huh?

What are you going to say, Mr. Astares?

Or Mrs. Demon King.

"I was saddened by this series of incidents. He said it was still immature. Not enough thought, not enough compassion. That's why I got into the little smart guys' measures and put my heart into Master Zedan......!

Huh.

Maybe so, though.

"That's why I want to stay here and rebuild myself. If you work in the tunnels under the saints, you will abandon your foolish self and become your new self."

"How about that?

And me.

It's not like an awareness seminar or anything, is it?

"If that's the case, why don't you let me stay here for a while?

"Until demon king!?"

Can I say that!?

If you, the Demon King, don't go home, the Demons will be in trouble!?

"At present, wars between demons and people are confusing. It's a natural armistice."

"Huh? Really?

"Oh, thanks to the dragon that suddenly flew to the battlefield, both factions freaked out. Both sides are unable to move their soldiers until they have more solid information."

Oh.

My gaze captured Ville.

He blew a lousy whistle.

"Thanks to my being nailed to the front line, I was also inspired to notice this anomaly, and I'm glad it turned out. Plus, I can afford to relax with Astares for a while."

"Dear Zedan...!

It was the look of a female that Mr. Astares is totally in love with.

"Regardless, if the Temple of Saints will forgive me... What do you think? Will you allow our couple to stay?

In short, he wants to flirt here with the most flirtatious period right after the newlyweds?

"Come on."

"Instant answer!?"

I'm sure I won't have time to flirt with all the political battles when I get home from the Demon Nation.

Isn't it people's way to reach out to such lovers?

"Well, if my husband is ok, there is no difference between the Atassis...!

"But is that okay? Isn't there someone in your camp who ignores his head and moves around on his own? Isn't it like you're telling me to plan something I don't want to do, like leave it and leave the center?

Prati, Ville even thinks politically.

Though he pointed out there and looked like a demon king with a difficult face.

"Don't worry. … rather in the calculations"

He was smiling invincibly.

Scary, I knew I was afraid of the Demon King.

Thus, when I realized, my pioneering land was to welcome the Demon King and his wife.

We decided to build additional mansions for the stay of the Demon King and Mr. Astares.

Build a building that looks like it's a little way off the motherhouse, and the Demons get him to sleep there.

'Cause it's a newlywed thing.

What do you hear or hear..., hey?

I left the construction of such a detachment primarily to the Oakbos, but I joined them in helping from Mizu the Demon King.

Though I thought it was such a horror, the Demon King was surprisingly clever and showed incredible skill in putting up columns and hitting nails.

Thanks to this, the separation is completed without waiting for a few days.

It's a little early to be able to do that, isn't it?

But the Demon King and Astares have been releasing pink auras for days now.

Perhaps the construction progressed on a steep pitch has a lot to do with the area.

There's no better motivation than porn.

I'm talking about what inconvenience it would be for a couple to make a child, and I want you to encourage me now that we have a bed to sleep in.

Meanwhile, Mr. Astares, but I took a break from field work and hunting and started learning to cook about me.

To be a good wife, cooking is a mandatory subject.

But Mr. Astares is the wife of the demon king, in short, the queen, so why don't you let a servant dedicated to the rice? And if I point it out, then it doesn't seem to work.

My husband, the Demon King, of course, had an enlightened eye from Batty, Berena's cousin, that he was the one who wanted everything to be perfect.

It seems that learning to cook from me was the greatest motivation for Mr. Astares to decide to remain in the land in the first place.

I have never had a chance to know, but I see the culinary situation in this world in the wake of this.

Apparently, there is no concept in this world of flavoring with seasonings.

Exquisite salt even if there was one. It is also intended for preservation of embalming rather than for flavoring.

Spices and the like do not exist per se.

I guess that's why Prati and Veil changed the color of their eyes and devoured my dishes, until they got here to live for it.

"Unlike Mr. Astares, you don't have the temper to learn from him."

"It's okay. The Atasis!

"That's right! Why do you need to make it yourself when your husband makes it for you!?"

Koitsu et al...!?

Another thing that has come to light in this world, then maybe we can get more sophistication into making seasonings.

Establish a mass production system?