Demon Lord Wants to Laze

How did this happen......

I held my head against the dining table.

Last night I listened to Glenn, a stray boy, and rescued his sister, Mireia, from the slave trader.

In me, I said, "Thank you, everyone. Then be careful and go home!" I was going to end it, "but it didn't.

That's what weighs my heart.

I'll raise my face and let my gaze circle the area.

Rita cleans up after breakfast, Elena swings outside, and Ashley enjoys her post-meal tea time.

So far so good, as usual.

Sylvia looks at her treasure on the carpet with Mireia, and Glenn sits in a chair staring at the void blurry.

This sibling will be added as a new sight, but from today on this will be "as usual".

Because I'm going to feed the two of you.

That was still last night.

I didn't even stop by since I helped Mireia out, and I took her straight home.

I engaged Sylvia to reassure her, but here my beloved daughter dropped a bomb statement.

(Nice to meet you, Mireia! Starting today, you're going to be Brother Glenn and Mireia's old man!

Sylvia holds the hand of an unlucky girl and talks with her eyes shining.

Similar to Glenn, Mireia doesn't get the word, so the said side was confused without understanding.

And even though your father understood the words, he was completely incomprehensible.

I didn't think I could make it that far, and I told Sylvia I was tough.

It is also the work of parents to ghost their hearts.

"Um, come on, Sylvia. Is that a little hard? Your father wants to stop."

How come your brothers don't have an old man?

"Um, but I don't know. Suddenly you're going to be a family..."

(Can't you? Aren't you going to be an old man...?

Tears accumulate in my daughter's eyes.

More than that, my heart hurts badly and I'm about to be torn apart by eight.

- Hey, somebody, don't shut up and cover!

Seeing how it was, the people around him spoken words.

Something the opposite of what I want.

"I hate people, but if you're a kid, you can be honest."

"We could get caught up in the case again, and we could get retaliation from them. We should protect them."

"Um, if you do, the room will be just like Sylvia's, and I don't have any clothes for you. Next time I have to buy it in the city."

Women members whose opinions align beautifully as if they had shown each other.

Do you ignore your husband's intentions, do you?

Everyone welcomed me as a new family, just as usual.

And back to the beginning.

I'm still heavy.

I'm not worried about food support.

No doubt because it will cause more trouble.

This is an extremely serious concern, and it can also be described as a dead and alive issue for me, who wants to spend as much time as possible in a daze.

I was alone with Sylvia when I first lived here.

I worked and hunted the fields as much as I needed to, and spent my free time watching my daughter grow up, feeling free.

It's unthinkable now, those are already non-billy days.

But that didn't last long either.

"I'm not bored with you. Would you mind letting me stay on your side?," came Rita, a curious Fox tribe.

By the way, the reason I became the feather of naming the Demon King is because of him.

"I want to be strong beside you," came Elena, a former knight and human race.

Do it. It's a training team, and it's intertwined like every day.

"Help us manage the forest!," said Ashley, the demon who called himself "the sage of the woods," came.

As a result, all sorts of troubles in the forest became brought in.

In this way, every time someone joins us, obligations are added.

Of course, it's chores and looking around, and each one of them does their job, so there are some aspects of it that are helping.

But as a result, a moment of daze was sacrificed.

- Let's live free, at will and without being bothered by annoying things.

That's what I should have decided to do, but the ideal is to turn the opposite of reality and go all the way.

"Really, how did this happen..."

My blur did not reach anyone, but drifted through the universe of the room and disappeared.

I wondered how many sighs I was going to take and stopped thinking.

It would be nice if I were to suffer from future events.

That's how the little trip of the mind closed the curtain.

Then casually shifting his gaze, Sylvia was still spreading the treasure and showing off to Mireia across the street.

Subesevered flat stones, slices of silk, or some kind of animal bone on an embossed flower.

They are carefully presented in every dish, like auctions.

But the problem is that it doesn't make sense.

So I'm trying to communicate somehow by being able to gesture and hand gesture.

Its pure diligence also makes me smile.

(I bought this the other day at the store with my old man! Killey, right?)

That's how I handed Mireia the red glass balls.

Sylvia, who doesn't normally snooze, didn't move from the store, so she bought it.

Mireia glazed at the glass balls as she tried to dedicate it with both hands.

Once you have a good view and the angle of sight, move it and reflect on it.

That's the word that came out of it.

"Is this... a little dragon eyeball?

Bufo!

I don't know how to answer that.

Or how that happens!

I don't know if you've ever seen a glass worker before, but the leap is too harsh.

You've never seen a dragon in the first place.

(There were other beautiful balls in the store.

Sylvia uses both hands to do a lot, countless seemingly zesty.

Mireia nods back again and again at the move.

It's as if 'I know what you're trying to say' but tell them.

"Did you knock down a lot of dragons, swarmed full of sky? That's the Demon King!

(My uncle at the store was gentle too, she laughed and told me she hadn't come back)

"Really? Did you take that number down with laughter without even taking it for a thing?"

(If I was a good girl, I would get five more sticks. So I bought a different ball.

"Well, this ball has the power to bury as many as 5,000 fools!

Gohoo!

Yes, no more, Demon King limit.

I called out to Mireia.

"Hey, Mireia"

"Yes! Can I help you!

"I didn't even have your conversation."

"Ugh!?

Mireia leaned back like she was under some attack and dyed her face bright red.

"I failed..." or whining as I leaned down.

Sylvia just followed up with such a heartbroken girl.

She is gently 'good boy' smart.

I don't think we've just met. The two of us show how close we are, but we haven't had a conversation yet for once.

This isn't in very good shape.

Prepare a magic kit for Sylvia to talk to.

That's how I got one more job quickly.