Corporate Slave Hero Says He’s Quitting His Job

"Will the Demon King not return yet!

The anger of an old man echoes the Negijo of the Demon Nation named Demon King Castle.

The man dazzled the throne on which the demon king was sitting, treading on the ground in angry shapes.

His name is Gidalla.

He is a man who has supported generations of kings by keeping them close to the Demon King.

"Fair enough, Master Gidalla. The Demon King is also an old woman..."

"Though I wouldn't be old enough to be selfish! That's at a time like this!

He himself drinks the other ministers who have come to forgive Gidalla.

A month early after the Demon King suddenly ran away from home (...).

In the meantime, too much happened to Gidalla to hold her head.

"There's a strange movement on the human side... but what are we going to do without someone to direct it? You fools......"

Gidalla snaps like a solitaire, rubbing her splendidly stored mustache.

"Is it a movement on the human side......?

"Hmm. Unless one of us dies, Demons and humans, maybe the battle won't end."

Looking up at the ceiling, Gidalla takes the minister and leaves the king's room behind.

"Whatever you do, don't let the humans know that the Demon King is absent"

"I know... if I can handle the brave"

"It should be wearing off in the struggle against the Demon King. For the time being, I can only hope they don't raid."

The door to the king's room closes.

The footsteps of Gidalla and the minister echoed in the corridor, all broken by the raids of the brave men.

(At least take the heart (...) after extra care to maintain Demon King Castle)

Gidalla slammed the hallway wall and took a deep sigh.

Demon King Castle is not just a building, it changes its structure and appearance by historical demon kings.

It is the ultimate demonic stone called the heart of the Demon King that makes it possible.

The heart becomes the core of Demon King's Castle and performs automatic restoration of walls and interiors.

Wherever the core is, as long as it's not broken, the Demon King's Castle should be preserved...

(Worst case scenario... I'm not going to give up my heart to anyone else. Stupid girl)

Give up your heart.

That means entrusting full powers to the next generation of demon kings.

"I won't let you... I won't let you. Oh - you're so good!

"Gui, Lady Gidalla! Calm down, please!

A minister rushes over to Gidalla, who tries to scream.

It was only a few minutes later that Gidalla regained her composure.

"... that's good enough"

"Huh?"

"It's not obvious what's going on! Send the Demon King SS and find the Demon King! I don't mind the worst. If you are the Demon King now, you can defeat even the SS..."

"Are you sure?!?"

"Now we need a presence called Isbell the Demon King. The humans seem to be moving in a hurry, and if we were to move too, now would be the only time. Find them at all costs!

"Yes!

Under Gidalla's orders, the minister runs down the corridor.

The remaining giddara grabbed her fist in an indignant manner and flipped the cape that was weaving her feathers.

"Isbel... your Lord has already carried the life of the devil... you can't forgive Wagamama any more"

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"- Kushin!

"What's up? Even the Demon King gets a cold?

"That's not true! I was never born with this disease!

……

There's no such thing as not noticing because you're an idiot, right?

"More than that, Adele, I wish I'd plowed this place."

"Oh, it's your field from now on."

"You did! All right!"

Isbell wields a shovel and beats it to the dirt.

At that moment, the soil rose with the sound of the explosion, and sand and dust stood around it.

When the dust clears, you can see Isbell standing in the center of a large crater.

"... Didn't you remember to add or subtract force?

"It's just been too long. We can do it right next time."

Isbell, who became faceless, then returned the dirt on his own and slowly began to wave down the violin.

Let me be honest with you, it's too cautious and extremely inefficient.

I sigh and approach Isbell.

Isbell, I can help you.

"Ugh, um... sorry"

I shake the Xdark (...) in my hand and try to shake it down to a different place from where Isbell is.

"Wait, Lord!

"? What?

"What are you going to use me for?"

"What... I'm going to use you to plow the fields."

'Huh?'

Without waiting for X-Dark to react, I swing down towards the dirt.

With some magic, a small slash flew.

That goes round the ground, softening the soil the more.

As I thought, it seems inefficient.

"... has existed in the world for hundreds of years, but it's not the first time that I've been used for field work"

"Well, you wouldn't use an epic sword like this,"

"Of course not! This way of being used is too humiliating... too humiliating...!

"Too humiliating?

"Very exciting"

……

I shake X-Dark silently.

By swinging it down over several rows, it was possible to plow a wide field in an instant.

Ignore Exdark's weird voice every time I shake it, and I look back at Isbell.

"... Huh!... Huh!

Isbell was quietly plowing the field using a pigeon.

Though it is fairly slow pace, it can be plowed reliably.

Is it weird that all this makes me strangely happy?

"Hey, lords!

"Mmm, Adler."

When I realized, Adler, the head of this village, was approaching.

Adler fingers back, rubbing the rumor hips that it's getting worse.

"Isbell's house is complete. I leave confirmation to the Lord. Non sleeps because his hips are so tight."

"Uhm! I'll thank you!

"Whoa, if there's a flaw, don't say it."

With that said, Adler returns to his own home.

I dropped it off, paid dust and delivered Xdark.

"Do you want to go check?"

"Uhm! That's a new Demon King's Castle!

"That's not true"

Cutting off the field work, we decided to head to Isbell's new home.