Demon Lord, Retry!

A carriage arrived in front of the Holy Castle and a long day of tension began.

The carriage carries a huge crest and flag, and one who lives in the Holy Light Land cannot fail to see it. An elegant crest with one butterfly spreading its wings.

Any aristocrat would be right on his back in front of this crest.

It was the crest of a butterfly family that cows the social and artistic worlds. Coming down from the carriage is Madame, dressed in a beauty dress with beautiful butterflies.

The gatekeeper stretched his back with a tense face and raised his full voice.

"Oh, you're a good boy."

Madame gently strokes the gatekeeper's cheek and puts a subtle piece of silver coin in its chest. The gatekeeper panicked about it, but was rude to refuse favors from noble people at last.

He stretched his back further and expressed his gratitude to Madam.

He is a nobleman who hates something from the people, but he doesn't hate it that much when it comes to the Butterfly family. Even so, Madame's influence extends to folk grass, not anything, but merely a commercial favor.

There is also a mine in the Butterfly family's territory, from which good quality demonic stones can be picked that are suitable for 'earth'. It can be said to be an important resource for the Holy Light State, which has many dry lands.

It is the policy of the generations of houses not to sell these at high prices, but in the form of thin profits. It was therefore a favor from the people.

The Butterfly family knew wisely that if they sold it at a high price, the earth would dry up even further, and that it would crumble and destroy itself.

Therefore it was neither mercy nor mercy, but rather “self-defence”.

(I wonder when you've been here...)

Madame takes you to the deepest room in the Holy Castle. A thoughtful eavesdropping measure was applied, which is, oddly enough, also the room where White and the Demon King held talks.

When Madame sat in the chair, tea and flour were arranged in front of her, such as biscuits cooked with water. Madame does not hesitate and carries them to her mouth with graceful hands.

From those around us, it is just a moment of tension.

Madame is not a gastronomer, but her tongue is certain. On top of that, when the word "unsavory" comes out of his mouth, it leads directly to “death” for shops and cooks.

If it was originally made by a well-formatted shop, a well-known cook, it would be "aristocratic socialization” to compliment it no matter what the flavor.

Because it praises the format and name, not the flavour. Conversely, if you curse them or something, you are laughing at them, you barbarians of no tradition or format.

But only Madame doesn't follow that custom. Whatever was made by a cook like the nameless wooden end, if it tastes good, I'll honestly mouth it.

Look at the “contents” rather than the shop signs and formats - people in positions like Madame will take it very seriously, so the surroundings won't be pleasant.

She is foolish and honest in her thoughts, in her desires, everywhere. Because I have lived that way, I have made many enemies and many allies in my hands.

(Normal......)

Not a word was leaked to the key tea or the elaborate biscuits, and the surroundings tasted discouragement and relief at the same time. Madame doesn't purposefully open her mouth to anything that's not good or bad, and she doesn't imitate what she says.

Eventually White appears in the room and the surrounding humans leave quietly after a grace. All that was left was White and Madam - just the two of us.

"Long time no see, White." "

Early in the opening, Madame unleashes a pre-emptive attack.

He declared that this was not an official place, but only private.

In fact, this place is not as public as it sounds on record.

(Still a hell of a woman.)

I see white. Madame's eyes on me, they get thinner. It was as if everything in the whole body had been made to order, a lie. It is surrounded by beauty and air like the one that has received a love from an angel, and when it becomes a beauty that has penetrated so far, it is something that even same-sex people see with admiration and awe.

But - Madame is not.

Only Madame, she wasn't.

I don't turn away from her beauty, I don't run away, I stand up to her head-on. Therefore, I feel intense jealousy.

That would have been Madame's height, and at the same time her weakness.

Yes, until now.

"Yeah, we're out of time... eh"

White's body solidifies for a moment.

It felt like Madame's body was smaller than it had been before.

On top of that, I notice the color of my skin - especially the whitening of my face. If you arrange that, you'll be talking about curing for illness on par.

But no. Not at all.

Madam is health itself, but rather the light that never existed before is leaking from her entire body. It's the glow of a woman coming from confidence.

She is now living her days feeling "real and forward”. Its pleasure and pain are speechless. You can say that you are full of hope to welcome “tomorrow”. There's no way a woman like that won't shine.

The gatekeepers and servants didn't notice because they had hardly ever seen Madame in the first place.

"... We're out of time, Madam"

White manages to contain the upset and sits in his seat.

But there was something barometric about the brilliance that overflowed from before me. Even White's false notion was that a powerful and intimidating being had evolved into something more troublesome.

I feel something in that glow - White's heart clouds only for a moment. Madame never misses a slight change in "it" that she can't even realize.

"- Ahhh!"

Suddenly, Madame opens her mouth and laughs.

It was just a high laugh, with no aristocratic preference or anything, not even covering his mouth with fans.

To its disrespectful appearance, the boulder white also wrinkles between his brows.

"What's so funny?"

"I can't believe such a pleasant thing is in my life. I can't believe that White, known for her beauty to all countries, felt“ jealous. "

"And jealousy, etc...!

"No, jealous, huh? I know - I've lived with more jealousy than anyone else, so I know."

Madam's attitude was terribly conclusive. As a matter of fact, White was pressured by Madame's brilliance and felt a slight jealousy. Full days, days when hard work continues to come true, days when we carve forward step by step. The glow of a woman who spends every day like this is unusual.

"I'm not here to talk about it."

"Oh? I'm so happy that I can go home like this. No, you should be very satisfied."

In fact, Madame was in a very good mood. It was not until I met the salt sauna that I was so happy.

Madame had already rolled on the floor, beating the earth and wanting to scream, such as being “jealous” by a woman who would receive this angel's favor all by herself.

White turns off his mouth fire looking at him like that with cute jito eyes.

"I'm calling Madam today because I want to talk to you about what we call the Demon King."

"- Oh."

Listen to that, Madame changes her attitude.

Because the story was about to roll in unexpected directions.

"I'll be frank with you. What does Madame think of him?

"Hey..."

Madam's head spins busily.

But the wise Madam sensibly perceived something from the word "that one" that White uttered. Because I didn't see the enemy there.

"There are a few hypotheses, but it's hard to say in a nutshell."

Madame stretches out her answers in a tone she doesn't like. It's not that I'm being mean, this was normal in the social world she lived in.

No matter how frankly you say things, Madame doesn't suddenly imitate the truth or what you think as a washed-up mouth when it comes to important stories.

"I'd like to ask you the other way around, White...... Ooh!

Now it was Madame's turn to raise her voice of consternation.

The circle of angels that White had hidden in his nostalgia floated over his head.

The overwhelming brilliance emitted by the circle of angels and the divine light opened Madame's eyes this time, then its body trembled tremendously.

"Hey, what's that! How much angels love you, that's not true! How dare you fool a woman!

Madam strips out her emotions and screams.

Even the beings, who thought they were specially loved by angels, finally hoisted them overhead to the circle of angels. From Madam, there's no such stupid story.

I felt like we had been slightly exceeded in a few flights.

"Madame has no other idea of being able to give a circle of angels to humans."

Silence to White's calm voice, as Madame was made to bathe in cold water.

Angel rings - beings capable of giving such impossible things. Madam brings it to mind and forgives the emotions she was wearing.

Take a few deep breaths and Madame also tries to return them in a calm voice.

"Right... I know what you mean too. No, I'm sure again."

"Really? Maybe my views and Madame's are close."

its response. Finally, a long silence dominates the room.

If we take that as an "official view," it would be a lot of noise.

There was something horrible just to think about how the Empire of Light and others would react as well as the Holy Light Nation. That country is a nation that believes in the great light.

Naturally, it is subject to crusade by citing countries such as "traitors” to it.

- It's going to be a war.

Pottori, and.

Madame leaks in a rusty tone.

"That must be avoided. We have a long friendship with Empire Wright."

"Sooner or later, that's coming. If we do badly, it will be a major war involving the countries of the North. I wonder if White will be with you then."

"... you ask a lot of mean things. Then there is diplomacy."

"If you think about it normally, you will. But there's no way the Empire is going to miss a rare generation of traitors on a diplomatic level. Well, I can't imagine that guy running away from a sold fight... isn't that a beautiful“ further ground ”in that country?

Sarah said something terrible about Madame, but if “that man" would hear it, he would be in heaven. "You think I'm a space monster or something," he said.

"Yes, I think so, too. That's why we have to avoid it."

White also seemed to think that Salari and the Empire would be further ground.

If this “that guy" asks again, "You know what, come on! You must scream."

"Well, as for White, I suppose you'd like to avoid the presence of him becoming a dew."

"At least not at this stage"

"I'm not going to object to anything else, but it's up to that guy in the end. There's a scary man in that guy's crew, too, huh? I don't know about the fight, but I think he's just gonna do his jaw and send his men, and it's kind of over."

At least, it was true with regard to this.

If Tahara went, he would shoot no one left at the apex of the empire or key figures in ultra-long range sniping, rendering them powerless in the days of things.

I don't even want to imagine what it would be like to go.

Probably turn it into a scorched earth that doesn't grow a single grass tree.

White and Madam didn't know much about “the man” and the power of his side, but Madam was sensitive to something, and White felt infinite power over that man who exercised the same miracle as Angel.

"Instead, you say you don't want them to think and stand out... I'm sure that kindness won't make sense over there, huh?

"Still, I want to do what I can."

"Right. Unless otherwise instructed by that guy, I'm not going to particularly brag either..."

- But I will respect that man's will to the fullest and obey it.

Madam made it clear. Against White, the head of the Virgin, it would be an indication of rebellious will.

Because I made a grand declaration that I would obey the will of one individual over a state called Holy Light Nation.

"I can't help it."

White does not express his anger at the word, but closes his eyes quietly.

I wonder what it would do for such an ultra-high-dimensional existence, such as the laws and decisions that the state has laid down. White, even if you think of him personally, you don't already think of him as a bad person.

"The Cathedral Church also stands out and makes no noise, and the story is wrapped up by not prying. I wanted to share our thoughts with Madame today."

In fact, the Cathedral Church does not even think that the presence that gave the Circle of Angels is no longer the "Demon King”. Only the fact that the Virgin was therefore given a ring of angels would be conveniently blown both inside and outside.

"Yeah, they did let me hear it."

In contrast, Madame rises without saying yes or no.

I indicated in my attitude that it would be pointless to exchange any more opinions because I would go to the right and left depending on the person's words, such as my own will.

"" By the way - "

The two voices overlap.

It was an unpleasant time.

Madam, go ahead.

"No, I'll give it to you, White."

…………

The two of them hit each other in silence.

White wanted to ask. I wondered why you lost so much weight in a short period of time. I wonder why my skin is turning one-tone white and beautiful.

Madam wanted to ask.

I wondered how I could give him a ring of angels. If you can get me that beautiful ring, I'll give you one or two of the mines, as many as you want.

But neither of us can speak of it.

If you say that first, I feel like I've lost.

"... Yes, no. It's nothing. Madam, please be careful and welcome home."

"Oh, yeah... I think I forgot what to say too"

The two of them have a hard grin, "Ugh," and the talks are over.

As a country, it was not something that would make a big difference, but it would have been great to have been able to exchange positions and opinions with each other. At least we were able to think to each other that it didn't seem like an instant hostility.