Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Demon King Castle.

It's easy to get in, but you can never get out alive.

Vicious men roam the castle, and the bodies of the wretched victims pile up in the mountains.

The captive wretched man hisses in the chamber, and the voice cursing his destiny is a wooden spirit in the castle.

The mourning of the many weak.

Screaming that comes from fear of death.

And whosoever pleases them with a grin as if they were supreme music, the LORD of the castle.

Demon King, it must never be touched.

Demon King Castle, that's an area you should never step into.

No matter what the circumstances, we should not approach it.

Because there are no holy lights in his land...

This is the story the monk taught us during the cookout at the church.

Was it something I only felt like "heh frightened" when I heard it?

And I'm at Demon King Castle right now.

Yeah, I guess, I'm sure...

The place I was guided by the woman I met earlier was a room that wasn't that big.

Inside there is a large dining table and chairs.

It's a little over sized compared to the size of the room and looks a little inconvenient.

I can see other side tables doing storage, but everything else feels handmade.

Whether the chair had sparse leg lengths, he rattled as he sat down and wandered.

Furthermore, in the empty space where the carpet is laid, something like a toy for children is rolling.

Instead of pathetic captives and tragically murdered bodies, there is not even one frivolous weapon.

There was just some inconsistent handmade furniture.

Of course, I don't hear any screams, and I just get a slightly farther bug voice in my ear.

An earlier woman has prepared tea for me, a sudden visitor.

"Sit down and wait," he whispered casually, without showing any unpleasant faces.

I am certain.

This is a private house, he said.

This is not a magic castle.

It's a private house, no matter what you think.

Has my guess come off? [M]

I thought the Demon King was the only one in the gallery.

Still, even in this situation, I hadn't forgotten about my sister Mireia for a moment.

I never asked for my last wish.

"Um, your sister is the Demon King...... what is it?

If you ask in a place like ruins or the end of the world. Still, it could have been rude to a boulder to ask in such a tranquil space.

My voice trembled badly because of the lame question.

My question was not answered immediately. [M]

Instead of words, aromatic, warm tea was arranged, along with expensive treats that seemed out of my reach.

When the hospitality was handled, she finally answered.

"My husband will be back soon. Please wait until then. I have an alternative."

I didn't deny it......

Does that mean there is a demon king here after all?

I spoke with my husband, so is this woman a subordinate?

There are no shards of viciousness, and this guy is more like a reputable beauty in town.

When I'm alone with my sister like that, it calms me down for some reason.

I don't even know what tea tastes like because I'm upset.

I was still moisturizing my dry throat thinking about hydrating.

It was when I drank that tea that made things move.

The entrance becomes noisy for a long time.

The sound of metal rubbing, the heavy-duty footsteps, and the arguing voice.

It's the difference between the quiet and the muddy clouds just now.

First came a red-haired woman dressed in silver armor, and a brown-haired woman wearing a robe arguing with the woman,

And at the end of the day, a fumbling, grumpy young man came in.

Is there a demon king in here?

In conclusion, the expectations at this time were in the right place.

A man like a chunk of grump is the Lord of this House and what holds the title of Demon King.

Those who know him, they call him this.

Alfred, the demon king of the abundant forest.