Demon Lord, Retry!

A luxurious carriage stops at the entrance to the village of Rabbi.

Its carriage carries the crest and flag of the Butterfly family, and that could not have been the kind of thing that would have stopped in such a cold village.

A squire descends one after the other and opens the carriage door with respect.

It was the shrimp fly butterfly, the person, who rocked a body that looked heavy out of the carriage and came down.

It is a heavy town in the social sphere and an empress who has received enthusiastic support from the noble wives and holds them together in one hand.

Whatever she said white became white, and vice versa.

Even Donna Donna is so powerful that she can't ignore the group of Madame that she is wrapped in a single rock.

The current map of forces within Holy Light can be described as very finely divided.

As the way of one country, its shape around the three Virgins remains unchanged.

Beneath it exists the Diocese Church and the Diocese Knights, but at the same time the Church is the institution that gives birth to the Virgin, it also serves as a “school” that collects and educates those with magical talents in one place, not as a political group.

And a faction led by Donna Donna.

Sometimes demon stones suitable for 'water' can be taken from the territory, and their financial power is Dantotsu.

Some of the diocesan knights are also sprinkling gold and expanding their forces even further.

Next, a faction led by Marshall Arts.

It brings together a nobleman known as the militant near the border, who is scarce in financial power but bound by a unique bond that has kept his back on the battlefield. There are many simpas to them among the Knights of the Diocese, which can be described as one of the best in force.

In a small number, but never negligible, is the group of artist skin centered on "oyster fly butterfly". If you are a nobleman, you possess a large number of specialties that everyone wants, many of whom are artists themselves, a group that brings together respect and awe.

Sometimes called aristocracy among the nobles, etc., few fools stand up and quarrel with these. Because it's like advertising yourself as a savage.

Finally, he is part of the Shrimp Fly Butterfly.

The aristocratic depths are aligned and very self-respecting, as well as powerful. So much so that my son-in-law's husband is often not the only one left behind.

It's not on the level of being laid on your butt, etc., it's really not going to get your head up.

In fact, many people are in a position to be thrown out of their homes if their wives don't like them.

There are many common classes beneath them, and there are the needy.

Diving further underground was in the form of satanists. At first glance, it would seem to me that a country based on one faith is a single rock, but its insides are severely divided.

"" Welcome aboard, Madam - "

A demon king in a tuxedo and Tahara hold hands on his chest and gracefully thank him.

They were both actors inside. Madam also sees the two of them and smiles.

The eyes that looked at a person were very harsh, and the two appearances were full, though back-to-back and loud to the details.

(As always, you're a good man...)

The Demon King from Madam is a very colorful man.

It also has a unique “dangerous incense” that only top notch villains have. From the woman who could see it, he was an unfit man.

If we get close, we don't know what kind of danger there is - the thrill is hard to describe in words.

The man beside the Demon King - Tahara is also a very “dangerous man” from Madam's point of view.

Though he behaved respectfully, his pitiful gaze revealed the depths of Madame's heart and guts, as if he were looking to every single one of his organs.

Kill without hesitation, no matter what their presence is, and leave the place as if nothing had happened. There's even such a sight in Madame's brain.

"That's a very nice village... very different from the rumors I've been hearing"

Madam looks around and gives a small, surprising voice.

All the fences covering the village had been changed to new and the fields and houses had been successfully repositioned so as not to collapse the landscape.

It would not be a lonely village, but a "despicable village” or something like that.

For Madame, accustomed to the noisy streets of Kanto, it was strangely fresh.

"No, I was just starting to get my hands on it. Later, in a month, it will take a little better shape. This land will be heaven for your ladies."

"Well - you haven't been the only man with a mouth who's ever seen you rot. There's a word out of your mouth, and there's a fruit in what you serve."

Hearing the words, "Soap worked," the Demon King thinks.

In fact, it's amazingly dirty, and it's sappy. Especially since this country has a lot of sand and dust, it often becomes sandy just to be outside for a day.

"It's an honor, but I can assure you that the facility you're about to see will bring more surprise and happiness to Madame's life."

"Oh, I'm so excited."

The two smiles were backwards and somewhere tense, but the other, an old man, emerged from the carriage flailing.

"Ho, this is the village Madame told me about."

"Hey Grandpa, I told you to wait till I called you!

"Huh! The old man is the reason..."

It was an old nobleman with a fine sword on his waist.

However, there is a blue cloth wrapped around his eyes, giving him a different atmosphere. The Demon King looked at the old man's standing and gave him a slightly “vigilant” gesture.

"Madam, what about you, Jen?"

"I'm sorry for the rush... this grandfather is dying of Command Thumbo, and his eyes are as bad as they look. He's an old man and a short man, so I brought him here to make him feel good at least for the last time."

"As always, Madame has a bad mouth... don't you respect the old man a little!

"Shut up, Grandpa!

Are you close or not - Madame introduces Sambo in a light tone.

He was the ex-bellied and brave figure of a nobleman who is wrapping up an arsonist named Marshall Arts. A few years ago, he was injured and lost most of his eyesight when he fought a warcraft that had surrendered into his territory.

Listening to that story, the Demon King and Tahara have a painful look on their face. Their gaze intertwined only for a moment - they began to act silently to respond to the irregular.

"That sounds like a lot of trouble. But my men had very good doctors. Your wounds, Jen, will heal without any problems."

"Oh, hey... voice now! Are you kidding me?

Stuffed by those who spoke as Sambo reached for both hands.

Tahara grabbed the hand softly and spoke with respect.

"Customer - if you like, I'll show you there first."

"Ooh... please! Please! If there's any chance at all, I will!

"Totally, I'm sorry to hear that you're in trouble, but it's kind of a hassle."

"There's nothing wrong with that. Now, Tahara - please guide me."

The Demon King smiles and Tahara directs Madam's line to the field hospital.

Looking at its back, the Demon King flew something in correspondence.

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"This, is..."

- Go ahead, go inside.

Madam was peeling at the field hospital, but Tahara proceeded inside with a respectful escort.

into the building, the first thing Madame felt was what could be described as exquisite “coolness”.

Holy Light is a hot country, and although Madame is able to use the demon stone of ice and the demon stone of the wind to cool down, the influence of the demon stone is narrow.

Trying to cool the whole building like cooling, etc., is a huge cost just that.

Madam is very hot in her body shape, and I don't know how much she has been worried about just sweat control.

But when you're in this building, you sweat in an instant.

"How cool is it... how many demon stones are used?"

"My Lord, Jiuuchi, is the one who does all sorts of things."

Even as Madam spoke on Tahara's back, the response was like rolling smoke.

A response that would otherwise be offensive, but Madame doesn't think so. Rather, doesn't that man's mysteriousness seem to increase?

For those in positions like Madam, "I don't know" no longer exists in this world.

(You've never seen or heard of a building like this...)

Madam sometimes walked, indulging in nearly screaming.

This is the first experience of walking in such a "modern building”, although it is a madam who has experienced rare objects, riches, art, gorgeous socialisation in the world - all things.

"This is the office. Go ahead -"

I open the door with respect that Tahara can't imagine from her usual appearance and escort the two of them.

"Welcome, Madam. And Dear Sambo -"

Inside he smiled briskly, welcoming them both in.

In that room are a variety of appliances, medicines and simple beds. Some measure blood pressure, some scales, some human body models, etc.

(It's like you got lost in a different world...)

Madam thought so with honesty to the point.

When I got here, I would have been in the mood to laugh. I slapped Sambo hard on the back and let him sit in the chair.

"Look, Grandpa, just take a look!

"What a stomach... it's not like a man is running away!

"Weird, you busty old man!

Yu was smiling at the interaction between the two, but his hands stretched loosely and he took the cloth that was wrapped around his eyes.

There are white, cloudy eyes and red, rotten marks.

"I'm sorry, miss... show me something creepy. He ate the venom of the red spotted snake."

"I see."

"Now it's sophisticated, not to the point where you can see people's contours blurring... I'd appreciate it if it would be any better."

"Rest assured. In our country, the drug solution to this symptom has already been completed."

Respond with a powerful voice that Yu reassures the patient.

Sambo raised a delightful voice, half-hearted by the voice. No matter what kind of doctor I've ever seen, I've been thrown a spoon.

Magic was also difficult to heal against powerful venoms like those produced by erythematous snakes, not to mention the repair of extremely complex organs like eyeballs.

"Come here, then -"

Yu puts Sambo to bed in a simple bed and removes a small pill from the drug shelf.

I felt refreshed in my eyes - it was just eye drops.

Yu recalls what was communicated earlier as he opened the lid.

"Make sure you use the medicine well and heal it. It would be a little too exciting for Madame to show you God's hand."

The moment Yu inserts the eye drops, Sambo raises an odd voice.

That would be the case, too.

Because it has a refreshing feeling that stains tired eyes, and it doesn't exist in this world, such as medicines that work like this.

Yo's thumb hits his eyelid and moves gently to rub the medicine in. Moments later, that thumb turned into a female - deeply screwed into the eye.

When Sambo raised his groan for a moment, but his fingers broke away, a dramatic change in his vision came.

"Ohh... ooh...!? Ohhhhh!?

Sambo looks left and right, looks up at the ceiling, and shakes his head left and right again.

The twisted, distorted, lost vision returned.

"I can see... I can see! My eyes are back!

"Grandpa, you... are you for real!?

"Oh, Madam... you've gained a lot of weight again! What would I eat make such a body?!?

"It's weird, but it won't kill you!

Madam does not hesitate to slap Sambo in the head with all her might, and that body rolls off the bed. But Sambo, who rolled on the floor, remained laughing.

He laughs with his belly in his arms and also rolls painfully to breathe. After a while, the laughter turned into a cry.

"The eagle's, the eagle's eyes, I can see. I can see it, then..."

Seeing that, Madame also had an indescribable look.

Sambo and Madame have known each other for many years, but it was the first time they saw him crying.

Eventually Sambo wipes his tears, corrects his posture and removes his lower back sword.

"Young lady, you are not a benefactor... take this sword. No"

The sword provided by Sambo does not have any extra decorations, but is practical. You can call it the soul that has been on the battlefield with him for years.

But when Madame saw it, she shouted like she was frightened.

"Oh fool! Beautiful lady of my age wouldn't be happy to have her like that! Are you still a nobleman?

"What the hell is that! This sword is a family heirloom passed down from generation to generation to the Sambo family."

"Shut up! You there, throw this grandfather into the carriage!

Tahara gets lost in that voice for a moment.

"... just go back to Arts. He'll be glad to hear it."

"Oh, yeah! Lord Arts... Sambo will be back now!

Sambo suddenly runs out, and Tahara chases his back.

After the two of them left, only Madam's long sigh remained in the office.

"Sorry, make it noisy - I'll pay the gratuity instead"

"Is this... okay?

Something Madame put out of her nostalgia.

It is a small box - inside there was a single lambda holy coin seated. According to the market, at least one hundred pieces of light and large gold coins are substitutes for doing so.

Even the first time I saw the holy coin, it was a delicacy that made me feel something mysterious.

As for the cost of treatment, it could be called too broken.

"It's okay, because of you, I sold a great debt of gratitude to two troublesome stubborn people. It's worth a dozen times more than this lambda holy coin."

Let Madame bewitch.

In fact, I guess it's only because I decided from her that it doesn't matter how much I pay for it.

There must be some benefit, more than the amount.

"Well, don't hesitate - I think Madame and I are going to have a very good relationship"

"Oh, what an odd encounter. Me, too."

They smile and stare at each other.

They were very scary women with some similarities.

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Some of the information has been published.

Madame (Shrimp Fried Butterfly)

Race Humans

Age unknown

An empress who cows the central social circle.

It has received overwhelming support from the noble wives, forming a huge faction.

In Holy Light, it is no exaggeration to say that the epidemic depends on her in one word.

There are many mines in the territory that produce demonic stones suitable for "soil", and their wealth is in endless areas.