Demon Lord, Retry!

"... oh, just Tahara?

"Just don't be nasty. I'm working here."

When Yu opened a room at the Onsen Inn, Tahara spread out what looked like a drawing and wrote something down with a pencil. The ears are sandwiched with red pencils, which at first glance do not seem to be either anticipating or standing horse racing.

"Is that a map of the village? Though the location of the facility seems to be changing."

"Mm-hmm."

"Are you even dissatisfied with the position the Secretary has built?

"Things change. Ah, places change. Let me tell you something, sir, you already have your permission."

"Well, that would be nice."

"You know..."

Tahara has a bitter look on his face.

It was the speed of transformation until it was clear.

"I didn't expect you Sun to tip that far to the Secretary General... I don't know what you have. Oh, you mean you've simply changed your taste?

Yes, Yu's preference is a young beautiful boy. He is a raw sadist who feels delighted when he sees his face that humiliates, shakes, and distorts in pain.

By mistake, a man like Jiu-nei should not have been a hobby.

"There are a lot of bunny kids here."

Tahara whines as she runs her pencil.

A bunny with all its beauty shapes, but naturally there are children in this village.

Exactly, a beautiful young boy like the one painted on the picture. If it had been you before, you would never have let it go.

"Hmm... you can't see a man other than the secretary these days"

"Are you sure?"

- I think Tahara.

Please, stay cute.

In my own stomach, for the sake of this world. If this woman strips that nature out, people die like trash in the hundreds of thousands of units.

It would also be easy to destroy a country simply by making several powerful bacteria with long latency periods and high lethality and spreading them apart.

"Still, that's a lot of modifications..."

"Right. I'm going to divide up the lot and divide up the functions."

Tahara adds a line to the drawing with a rambling hand and divides the village into several compartments. Fortunately, the village of Rabbi is sparsely populated but vast as a territory.

Many bunnies have left the village, so many empty houses and fields are no longer in use.

"Za, right. A sanatorium, a commercial, a common, a bunny."

"We're going to need a lot of money..."

"There it is, selling off your sacred goods and their use."

"Well, you know, my job helps."

"Oh, my Lord Secretary was delighted to hear that it would be a major source of funding."

"hehe... hehe..."

Yu laughs happily and closes his eyes inadvertently.

Seeing that, Tahara thinks.

- Please, stay with me till I'm adorable.

Seriously, please? and was in the mood to scream.

If more work were to be wasted, there would be a hole in Tahara's stomach.

"But you know what... if you're going to do this much, why don't you ask Madame for her opinion too?

- Rejected.

At that moment, the temperature of the room drops and Tahara returns it in a mutilating tone.

His blue eyes looked at Yu's face.

Tahara is a sight to behold when he is serious.

"This is our castle, so to speak. It's not like Madame. Nobility should never give a creature a" precedent ”for what we do with our“ territory ". Yoo-hoo! Are you out of your mind? I'll kill you."

- You forgot one thing about the Night Castle?

"... sorry, that was definitely a silence"

Tahara will resume work again.

In a quiet room, only the running sound of a pencil sounds. There was an evil air in the room for a moment, but it is also the good thing about Tahara that does not draw it.

"Ugh! You must be like this."

"Hmm... you're going to increase your base."

"The sanatorium compartment will deduce it by creating a thoroughly despicable space"

"On the contrary, the commercial compartment is quite flashy... and you can tell my hospital whatever you want."

"If you get involved in it, it's only the truth."

"Well, yeah"

(Works: Yoshi Tahara Title - Manami, Too Angel)

"Wait a minute, Tahara... what is this standing drink or something!?

"Oh? You want a drink after a bath."

"Father stinks... Manami will call you Osama soon."

"You idiot! No matter how old Manami is, he's an angel down on earth who calls me brother! I'm sorry to be with those symbolic women!

"... you should see a doctor once."

"Though the doctor would be you!

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- An Inn in Kanto

The demon king sat in his chair and tried something.

Do you repeat that task many times in the morning, sweating on its forehead?

The demon king's body is "again” engulfed in dazzling light.

To keep the light out, the windows were closed with curtains, the lights were not even on, and the locks were at multiple depths of caution.

In a room where there is no sound, only light drifts.

(Vision distorted…)

The demon king's body turns into a dragon, and his overly sharp glance looks over the room. Even in the darkness, its silver-toned eyes sparkled like a foresight for everything.

Fog rain zero - it is the other “he”.

(What can I say about this feeling...)

Sometimes he feels at home when he is inside the Demon King.

Being that makes it all origins and tells the beginning.

Initially, characters who gave their own names.

(Conversely, this one feels like a room for one person.)

He thinks about it.

Yes, I've been away from my parents for almost a decade, spending time in dragons.

It may have been odd to call it a room where you live alone, even in the sense that you can dance at will and freely.

(This, gushing feeling......)

Blowing like a magma, hot emotions.

It's about wanting to get a footlight. Something I want to dress up for.

Something that I want to draw attention to.

To bring every human being to a boil, to stun the gallery, to charm themselves thoroughly.

It was human “primitive desire” itself.

(Don't be ashamed. Rather, isn't that normal)

In a way, “he” thinks in a reopened mood. I think.

If you are a person, it is up to everyone to do so.

Because if you're just weighing yourself down thinking about embarrassment, lighting, worldly bodies, and all sorts of things, and you're going to be free from them, any human being is determined to want to take a gorgeous path.

(Sure, this guy... no, maybe I'm a "dragon”)

No, everyone has a basement that becomes a dragon.

If that is to be forgiven. If that's acceptable.

If you have that kind of power...

It frustrates strength and helps weakness. Because everyone has such heroic aspirations, childish thoughts, to stand up to whatever opponent they may be.

(We have to be able to go back at will...)

In his speculation and experience...

The dragon was fully attracted to himself and stomped back to normal if satisfied.

From now on, that won't be the reason.

"Don't hurt... my body..."

Was that the "which” word?

A dragon hits his fist in the palm, and an aura overflows from its body.

"Nothing, I'll bust you -"

Violent eyes glow in the dark.

- I'm strong.

The dragon's mouth bends distorted.

Evil that has stood before this being will taste hell.

The skills that make up the dragon are too specialized in what destroys evil. And he was too specialized in those whom the dragon saw as enemies.

This dragon is invincible against limited space, limited enemies.

The inscription "invincible under heaven” on his back is by no means exaggerated.

"Look, the Fuckin 'Empire..."

A dragon rises from his chair and his body is wrapped in light.

When the light went out, there was a demon king darker and deeper than the pitch-black darkness.

Soon after rest, the body of the demon king is wrapped in light again.

Repeating “it” without getting tired of it produces only a little bit of change.

No, it's not a change.

Should it also be called fusion with the split half body (zero)?

Anyway, “he” was originally a dragon.

Soon he must rule the Demon King and the Dragon and manipulate both sides at will.

It was a natural story.

Because he made them both and they were together.