Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Wow, Mr. Bear. Doshinko. "

Today is the day to go shopping in the city.

Walking through the woods holding hands with Sylvia.

A few steps away. Rita, Glenn and Mireia are with us.

"There he is - I should have - I should have been there. Won't you, Bear?

Is Sylvia in a good mood or singing improvised songs?

I can't believe you produce such beautiful melodies and unreadable stories of development in a no-time... is this kid a genius? No, genius!

"Rita, contact the Magic Conservatory now!

"Yes, yes, please make it around there. The sun will go down.

Contrary to my excitement, I got a frightened voice back.

Don't you see the breath of the beauty of this talented truth?

When Sylvia becomes a singing princess in the future, I will also publish an episode of this time.

You're looking forward to that day.

Then Sylvia's song greets the good times. Finally,

Grandpa, turn it upside down.

and concluded.

My heart is already standing ovation!

Hundreds of me weep.

Send a big drink that will dry your throat.

That's a big chorus where the sky just cracks open!

I was born to listen to this song, I just found out why I exist!

Waaaaaaah!!

Soul-shaking supreechol also fogged Sylvia's gaze forward.

It's more important to throw one daughter at a time than the other.

It's obvious.

That's how I gaze at Sylvia, Mireia reluctantly asks.

"That also sounds like a song right now, but is it possibly higher magic?

Yeah, not at all.

He still drives normally today.

"Sylvia, what was your magic earlier? It's magic, magic"

As always, the two of you try to talk to each other just because you're hands-on.

After an exchange for a while, Silvia smiles nicely as she holds Mireia's hand.

Mireia loves songs, too? Let's sing together!

That's what I said and started singing.

As always, I can't stop laughing bitterly at conversations that don't engage.

Want-chan, Mr. Bear.

"On your knees, fools."

It's too late for all this.

Two girls singing friendly songs while holding hands, but the lyrics are strangely noisy.

Seen from the edge, it would look like a sight I've learned a lot about.

If only I could plug my ears.

Behind you is Glenn, my brother.

I spoke softly to the brave boy.

"Hey Glenn. Your little sister is on a long journey. Call it back."

"Mr. Alf, Mireia may never come back."

With a strangely deep sigh, the word of rejection was returned.

If this happens, I can't say anything more.

It's no longer a field, it's a mountain.

Well, if you buy a demon prop for a conversation, it's gonna be a little better.

It will, I'm sure, won't it?

I kept walking down the forest path, praying that it would work out.

While doing so, we arrive in the city.

In the central fountain square, which could be described as a landmark, I asked everyone for their opinion.

"Tell me if you need anything."

"We're running out of salt and honey."

"Okay, let's stop by the grocery store"

"I want a work knife."

"Uh, is that a grocery store? If it's not there, we'll find it at the weapons store or the hardware store."

< Stop by the glass shop too, old man!

"Of course you do, Sylvia! Don't worry, I'll stop by, okay?

"Dear Demon King, I have liver and medullary fluids of the blameworm (and the stigma)..."

Yes, dismissed.

Mireia with that face.

Don't say live liver all over the city.

The old lady from the pedestrian next door is goofy.

I cut to the chase and took the initiative to the mall.

Shopping ends before sundown.

Most of what was around Glenn and Mireia, clothing and bedding accounted for the bulk of the baggage.

Not only do I buy what I need, but I also buy preferences and treats. Everyone is a hockey face.

... other than me.

This is why the mood is subtly sinking.

Translation magic props I bought for Sylvia.

It has a necklace shape and is magically more durable.

It has all three beats: it won't remove the udder, my skin won't get rashes, and it won't get in the way.

Instead, it went a lot higher.

No, I don't mind the money, but it took a lot of courage.

I also feel heavier about unexpected expenses, but I can't help but worry about the weight of my wallet.

Shall I get Sylvia to wear it as soon as possible?

"Sylvia, put this on for a second"

"Wow! Beautiful! Can I have it?

"Of course I do. Do you like it?

"Yeah! Thanks, old man!

"Silvia! Words! Words make sense!?

"That's true. You're talking!

The magic props seemed to work fine and the kids finally succeeded in having a conversation.

Sylvia and Mireia in particular have repeatedly called each other's names to share their joy.

Keep your hands together and don't let your heart warm when you jump with Piong Piong.

- The words make sense. There will be no more mistakes.

And I thought.

Reality isn't that sweet.

"Silvia. Tell me the magic you used to say when you went."

"Mahou? About what?

"Um, could you tell me for free? Besides still giving the person's medullary fluids..."

"And? What's that?"

Even if the word makes sense, it doesn't necessarily make the conversation.

Exactly what happened is happening in front of us.

I still saw Chirali and Glenn here.

All he had to do was stare at the distant urchin clouds, without saying anything.