Demon Lord Wants to Laze

How many days would have passed since that night of readiness.

Strange edges overlap, and I live with my sister in "The Residence of the Demon King".

Sacrifice but loyalty was not required, and every day was but peaceful.

It used to be a day of fishing for garbage in the alley in the morning, taking on dirt work with a shipment of gold, and being frightened of night theft after sundown.

That has now turned around.

Eat all the delicious rice together and relax, while still helping trivially in between.

When the sun goes down, take a slow bath and sleep in a warm futon.

"I don't know, I don't know if I'm too happy"

I have a confused self in the full life I've dreamed of.

Still, I was honestly pleased to be given a safe life by Mireia.

But it wasn't just the first time I lived that changed dramatically.

Mireia herself.

I've been on Sylvia's side the whole time, and I'm acting like a servant.

Silvia treats you as a friend, but Mireia never tries to cross a certain line.

You look like you're playing friendly, but if you look closely, it wasn't even reciprocal.

But, well, that's not a big deal.

The problem is night.

When everyone was asleep, it was decided and Mireia started going out of the room.

That seemed to go on indispensably every night.

I thought the destination would be the bathroom, but every night and too often for that, and it's a long way from coming back.

- What the hell are you doing?

I was curious about it one night and followed it, and I accidentally looked at it twice.

Mireia was in the corner of the living room where no one was, grumbling and grumbling.

Wear a black cloth from your head and hold the knife with both hands as if it were important.

Brother freaked out by the boulder on that one, yeah.

Speaking up,

"Oh, brother, he's awake."

I answered as if nothing had happened.

Normally I think it's a panicky situation, but it was flat out responded to.

Ask him what he was doing.

"My daily prayers to the Demon King."

And I answered surprisingly sarally.

According to the story, you're putting a spell-like word on the knife, without missing it every night?

One day the resentment will come to play the part of Mr. Alf... Apparently.

I want you to stop being a brother.

I was wondering if you could reveal the night with the stuffed animal for the year.

Even the tone is strange in the first place.

Until a while ago, I called you "brother".

How could people have changed this way if they were supposed to be more childish and age worthy?

I wonder if that's all the commotion that night was shocking.

I just pray that my sister can go back the way she was.

I've lived unrelated to demons and beasts, but I've learned a little bit about everyone when I live with them.

Mr. Ashley is a demon sister.

He looks the youngest of his three sisters, but he's actually a long-lived creature, so he's been alive for hundreds of years.

She has white, big feathers and she says it's in the room, but when she's out there, she often gives them out.

The reason for the behavior in the house is because it's out of the way.

And you think it's easier to be out when you're out?

I asked as I looked at the white, beautiful feather. [M]

"Is Mr. Ashley an angel?

Ashley, who heard it, opened her eyes wide before answering.

"Huffle, what are you suddenly saying, Glenn? You're already... Well, I do call myself a sage in the woods, but people around me call me an incarnation of beauty or a platinum goddess - woof. Oh, but you can't fall in love with me or anything. Because I have a mind called Alf. But Glenn, you look cute too, don't you? That's right. I'll think about you after ten years when I'm cool. Good luck polishing the man until then. If so!"

He stood up and then disappeared into the woods.

I just asked because I looked like an angel statue in my memory.

Perhaps a rather troublesome misunderstanding has arisen.

Mr. Elena is a human swordsman.

They didn't use weapons during the last commotion, but they would fight with a long sword.

Looks like he's not paying attention to his appearance, and his head can be so bumpy.

I don't even wear a skirt, I always have the impression of wearing armor.

I think he's got a nice face, but he doesn't seem to be willing to wear it beautifully.

Outside training is her routine.

Arm up, run in, shake a giant wooden knife (or almost a wooden trunk) hundreds of times.

I look at it in half. [M]

One day, seeing as Bonyari as usual, Mr. Elena asked.

"What, Glenn, do you want me to put on an archery?

It was an unexpected suggestion, but it made me happy.

Because I wanted to be strong.

If you're as strong as Mr. Elena, you might not have to count on someone's help in the future.

So my reply was not lost. [M]

"Yeah, if it wasn't out of the way, I'd beg you!

"Then shake this."

It was the wooden knife that was handed to me.

Much thinner than what Elena was shaking.

"I don't care how long it takes. Be able to shake that 50 times a day first. If I can do that, it's my next audition."

So, Elena, she went running in.

Apparently, it's more about getting used to it than learning.

I'll shake the wooden knife they gave me quickly, but this is heavy again.

I don't realize I just shake it once or twice, but when I shake it seven times, my body starts screaming.

A tremendous strain is placed on your body when you shake it up and when you shake it down.

In the end, instead of 50 times, I couldn't shake it 30 times.

Although it has been some time since that incident, the challenge has not yet been completed.

It's a little tight, but I think it's a good thing we got a goal.

Rita is the sister of the Fox Clan.

I don't know how rare it is, but it seems like it's like the epitome of a rare species.

A hobby sister with excellent style, stretching glossy beautiful hair that can be seen both black and pale to her shoulders.

He's exactly the one who takes care of the most, taking care of chores, including meals.

I asked that Rita a few questions about the relationships in the house.

"Rita is Alf's wife...... what is it?

She then replied with a delightful voice with her index finger against her cheek.

"Um, unfortunately, you're not. But it's gonna look like it. Hey, yeah. I'm the most wife-like thing in the house, huh?

In contrast to the words of gentle denial, the expression was totally affirmative.

And then I was in a good mood for a while.

I think he's easy to understand.

And the Demon King is a hottie.

It's strange, though, that I'm not very envious of you for some reason.

Sylvia is an animal girl.

This kid is not a rare species, so I can't name him "Nantara" or anything like Rita.

You call me the "Beast Man" because of the large number of individuals and the lack of noticeable power of the species?

Sylvia has shorter hair with wavy koshi tea, her eyes are round and big, and she's a healthy girl who laughs well.

Unfortunately, I can't speak with this child alone, so I don't know her personality very well.

Still, I can see from attitude that you care about us.

Must be a sweetheart.

Mostly with your father, Mr. Alf, or playing with his sister Mireia.

Speaking of which, it looks like Mireia and I are having a conversation for some reason.

Sylvia, who is inherently weak in magic, and we are hazy people who can't talk.

What a strange story, I think.

Finally, Mr. Alfred, my husband here.

He's such a strong man, with the Demon King's street name.

Is he a stranger from time to time, that's not true.

Maybe he's more of a grownup.

I don't ramble anywhere, I don't break anything, I don't take people from the city.

I live so pale that I don't think I'm a demon king.

I'm drowning, Sylvia. I just look like a normal father when I'm playing with you.

Mr. Alf is out most of the time except for eating with everyone.

Train with Mr. Elena, or go out to the woods with Mr. Ashley to catch animals.

It's perfect for Sylvia when she's at home, but sometimes she's tangled up with Rita.

I hugged Mr. Alf from behind, so I thought he was your wife.

The strong words that pop up every time, I thought it was a lightning up, but maybe a little bit different.

You haven't observed enough yet.

You might want to ask Mr. Alf directly next time.

This is what I know right now.

A peaceful routine, surrounded by somewhat unusual people.

I can't rest my heart every day because it's noisy or often startling, but I don't hate it with wonder.

I'm sure it's like family warmth.

I'll do my best to make sure everyone recognizes me. [M]