Demon Lord Wants to Laze

"9998,... 9999..., 1000!

"Yes, Alf, good luck. Let's take a break.

"Whew, one paragraph at last!

I collapsed.

What are you doing, tentative currency or banknote creation?

I don't think about a long period of distribution, something that can only be used during reconstruction.

Magic is applied to the rectangular palm size into a small piece of parchment paper.

This note can record some information, such as owner, purchases, unused or unused.

So robbing is pointless, and it's a pretty versatile note, such as a business transaction that doesn't work deception.

I would like to make this provisional note a consideration for labour under reconstruction.

If you register the owner when you hand it out, it's property for you, but it's no different to paper scraps for others.

In other words, it is difficult to pull out or cause fraud.

And it also prevents robberies and empty nests.

The security problem was serious because there are so few decent-looking houses now.

If we hand out gold and coins in a city like this, there will be chaos as soon as possible.

If there's a problem, it takes a lot of magic because it's a number.

There can't be pinpoint magic for this kind of work, and I'm forcefully resolving it with magic.

In my case, I can cancel all kinds of troubles and use magic, such as surgical ceremonies, spells, demon squares and magic media.

Well, it may sound omnipotent, but the magic fuel consumption you chanted by such means is terribly bad.

I'm not the only one who can do it specially, I'm the only one who can do it with as much magic as I can.

As far as I'm concerned, combat magic isn't even that far, but life magic and convenience magic system stuff was pretty incompatible.

The house I now live in was also built with my architectural magic, but I was attacked by a tremendous sense of tiredness just making the ground floor part.

They were terribly inefficient to convert.

The ground floor portion was gutted when it was completed, and the second floor portion was made quite appropriately.

When the upstairs part was formed, it was on the verge of being magically depleted, and it was already a helo.

It's a hangover-like nausea and headache that I've been suffering from for a long time.

And now it's just as nearly depleted.

I tried too hard to clean it up at once, headache...

"Alf, would you like some tea to change your mood?

"No, not now... I want to lie down for now.

"Yes, you're enjoying yourself. Then go ahead."

"What?

"Knee pillows. Better than falling asleep directly on the floor, right? Or is the bed better?

Rita sat on the carpet.

Keep your usual soft grin on.

From the window, the light plunges in, illuminating Rita's back.

I felt a little sucked in and accepted the goodwill.

"Travel is fine. No, it's fine here... I'll borrow it for a second.

"Whatever you want, a little or all the time -.

Rita giggles and offers her knees.

I feel quite comfortable with the softness and temperature.

When I fall asleep, I feel the magic return with a little connection, but this time the symptoms are severe.

The nausea is thin this time, but the headache was terrible instead.

It will be difficult to even move for a while.

"Ahhh! Hey, what are you doing! It's filthy, HI, WA, I! It's a dirty Mademoiselle case by the noon window!

"No, I don't know what that means, and don't shout at me again.

"Alhu, this knee is so much better than that, right? Look, high socks on miniskirts, if you knee pillows like this, it's raw foot fever, holla holla!

Something's pounding pettine pettine.

With a bonked head, I was thinking about winter cold or something.

Rita gently blocked my ears with her hands as I lay face to face with a kinky voice.

This kind of care is really good...

Ashley seems to have been making a scene since then, but she ignored it all.

I don't have a headache anymore.

Continuing to be handled in a cluttered manner, the uprooted Ashley flew to the woods beyond.

And then, luckily, Elena goes around the city, and Mireia plays outside with Silvi.

I was relieved not to have to worry about any more problematic children.

Then there was something quiet in the room.

I can hear Silvi and the others playing in the distance.

Rita was slapping me on the shoulder with a slow ton and a comfortable rhythm.

I guess she'll be a good daughter-in-law, but there's got to be some place to try to make me world-wide.

Well, I don't care now.

I did my best today, so let me give you a break.

If I sleep like this, do I still get tired of my legs?

When I looked at my face trying to hear that, my smiling face looked at me more gently than usual.

Then I guess I don't have to ask you anything anymore...

I'm gonna get some sleep like this, good night.

When I woke up, Sylvia was asleep next door.

Of course I am. On Rita's lap.

Sylvia is on her lap as well.

Rita looked at us with a loving face.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess I was just tired.

"It's okay, 'cause I'm fine.... Sometimes this is good.

Something like a wife, and posoli.

Indeed, it would only look like a young couple and their children from the sight of it.

Are you going to make an accomplishment out of this place, or was the knee pillow just now a fabric stone?

Wise eyes to behold.

Aren't you a better sage?

He seemed to hear the outside moat burying.