Demon Lord Wants to Laze

"Yes, you guys, I'm not going home."

The Demon King, who remains unmotivated.

I let everyone escape in a very flat tone.

We don't even lead a bunch of running girls, we walk behind my pace.

By the stairs, he said, "I can go home!" "Don't push, you're in danger!" "No more bad guys?" What a little busy with your voice.

You might still have enemies, so I don't think you should be quiet.

But neither the Demon King nor Elena will say anything, so I will shut my mouth.

In the meantime, the Demon King's interest is directed to a different place.

I grabbed the beans when I picked them up on the stuffing table.

Are you hungry in spite of this situation?

I don't understand that sensibility a bit.

Noronorous ascent of the congested stairs and through some rooms, it's finally the exit.

I'm weakened by too much speed resolution.

"Thank you. Demon King, Mr. Elena. Thanks to you."

"Don't get distracted. It's not over yet."

"What?"

Mr. Elena is right.

There's no way a criminal group in the city can be that sweet.

Looking outside, about thirty men blocked the way by trying to surround the entrance to the building with glue.

I've been held back from going, and no one can escape.

"What a mess. You think I can live in this city by poking around the Willard Chamber of Commerce!

A man of good stature and width in the middle of the group raised his anger.

The opponent has about thirty armed rough givers, and this one has round hips children and two demon kings.

No matter how strong it was, I felt this situation was tough.

So I sent Chirali and I a gaze, but there was no sign of any movement.

That's already as unnatural as it sounds.

The spare time had also manifested itself fully in the words spoken.

"Uh, you're the head here?

"Ah? Look. Don't you see? I don't know this Willard..."

"Yeah, shut up and die. It's a hassle to kill, so hurt yourself around there."

Pay with your hands sissy looking troublesome.

No, you really don't brace the Demon King.

"Kill the bastards! Don't kill a woman!

The anger that was accumulating exceeded the limit, Willard exploding.

With the words signaled, the men simultaneously stood up and pushed over.

Intense malice, arguably a storm of intent to kill, looms upon the girls.

They are frightened by a frightening number of blades and panic as soon as possible.

"Yes, ladies. Don't move. You're gonna get hurt."

Demon King who prompts attention with an uninterrupted and misplaced voice.

Oh, I can't believe it's that tense even over this period.

The Demon King and Elena slowly moved forward in front of everyone as slowly as they thought they would wake up.

Then again, as an example, he lowered his hand down and then began to move up.

After all, about five men in front of me blew up when I did.

- Is that... maybe a bean?

Yes, I could see it in my hand from behind.

He was throwing beans that he was grabbing in the basement.

He's blowing up the vicious men with that stuff, without bitterness.

Until earlier, I thought, "You're a demon king who fights a lot plain," and it wasn't even a weapon I was dealing with.

Too much bullshit strength stops the men on their feet.

I guess everyone couldn't accept this unusual event.

Fearing the extra-standard strength, he has an exploratory look.

A demon king who keeps throwing beans without a problem even if there is such a change.

"Alf, you're using too much magic again. There's a lot of waste in that throw."

"What are you talking about, when there's a lot of people, it's a range attack, that's all right."

"So how about this throw? This will help even weak forces."

"No, you, you're losing your accuracy. I don't even think it hit my head."

Two people throwing beans while having such a working chatty conversation.

Beginning with the first arm up and down motion, there was a sudden increase in variation, whether it was a ball throwing motion or an arm to a horizontal letter.

While we had this discussion, we also changed the form to throw each time, and steadily reduced the number of enemies.

The move now is when the cat is held by its owner and it swings.

I can throw you in that position, and you're knocking me down exactly.

I'm used to this sight, but Mireia and the other girls see it for the first time.

Everyone is puzzled by the battle that has emerged.

It must be Willard who didn't enjoy it.

Because half of these jokes are killing my own people, and the organizations I've grown up with over the years are on the verge of being destroyed.

They did everything they could to be vicious, but I felt sorry for the way they pulled this curtain.

"HI...... HII! Wait, don't kill me!

By the time half of the men died, there was no more war, and they fled with us.

Of course not a single man escaped that throw, and all died with a small hole in his head.

Willard left on the last one.

I had no previous momentum at all, and I was completely frightened.

"You're surrendering? Let me read you something."

"Hey, what are you going to do?!

Like you did to me in that house, the demon king who put his hands up in front of Willard, most importantly.

Must have gotten into the task of reading minds.

"Er, begging for life just now. He looks stupid, so he can fool you. Ask the lord to send troops. Kill them all the next time you see them, huh? You die."

He threw a little more beans after reading out the words of his heart to give Willard a definite death.

"Okay, I'm going home. Glenn and... was that Mireia? Come home for now. Don't let the others go back where they came from.

What an unmotivated voice until the end.

I'm sure there's no piece of accomplishment either.

Maybe I'm in the mood enough to pay for an interruptive bug or pull out the weed at my feet.

I heard it would have overwhelming power, but it's not even on that level.

It was such a rescue play, showing off a world so different in dimensions.