Demon Lord Wants to Laze

The administration of the Registria was lagging behind.

All parts of the relationship began to show confusion and the complainants appeared to me.

Of course, it wasn't because I took a vacation.

Even while I was gone, Chris was clearing up a lot of work as he flattened out his towering treats.

The problem happened a few days after I got back from vacation.

It will be after handing Chris the souvenir.

"It's Chris. Oh, it's time to come back. How long have you been doing that?

"Ahhh......, abababba just"

This is Chris's living room.

He was originally a high-ranking official, and now he lives in a luxurious room because he's one of the heaviest in town.

Heavy sofas with deep red colours, elaborately carved beautiful fireplaces, delicately designed curtains and huge carpets that are likely to be exhibited in exotic museums as well.

A bed with a canopy was placed in the form of its beautiful but not loud conditioning.

Lying in a pure white bed, as if buried in fresh snow, Chris says abaabaaba all the time.

Looks sensible from that side of the eye, Consul Chris is this zama.

It seems to be caused by the mixing of Kossoli "Super Geki Spicy No * If you eat it, you die" in the souvenir.

I can't laugh because the country started leaning because of a little flirtatious mind.

I mean, it's a treat, too.

It goes well with tea.

Are you a pie that doesn't count for sweets except sweet ones?

Let me give you something different about that.

After a while, the entrance door was reluctantly knocked.

It was Charlotte who came into the room in a refined motion without making a sound.

Do you even take care of him even though you'll have your own business, seriously or mame?

"Dear Charlotte, nothing has to come to such a muddy and painful place"

"It's okay, Master Chris. Because I'm doing it on my own."

"No, assuming you're Princess Plenicia, I can't let you imitate her like a pussy."

"Huhuhuhuhu, does that come with 'ex'? I am now a servant of Lord Chris."

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, who

You're getting half a body out of bed and you're getting crispy.

What happens to my position when I keep hearing rumors about Abba?

"Demon King, you must be busy too. I'll take care of the nursing, so you can pick it up."

"Dear Charlotte! Your lord will do that, so it's up to you to come back."

Jesus Christ, Chris, you son of a bitch.

Do you know what you're talking about?

I guess with respect, the Prinisian royal family is a lot better than me.

Be wary of insiders and betrayals, Ou?

That's where the lightning rushed through me.

Somehow, here... I'm pinned.

I've come up with a way to clean up this Chris idiot and the treatment of Charlotte, who was pushed to run for daughter-in-law.

Now was the right place to settle down.

I told Charlotte as she stood up from her chair.

"You'll be busy too, but I'd like to ask you a favor. Chris fell just because he couldn't. Stay with me for a while and do it."

"I understand. Are you sure you want to cheer up Master Chris?

"He is pathologically lonely. Stay where you can and hold my hand."

"Yes, then I will lean in on Master Chris for a while"

"I asked for it, I'll coordinate my work."

Batan.

Yay, I did it!

This is what he gets.

Chris regains himself if Charlotte is by his side.

And if we stay alone all the time, there must be times when new emotions awaken.

This one if it sprouts up in love with this.

It would be Uyamuya to enter the Demon King.

Plinicia sent me in with the intention of letting me daughter-in-law, and if our number two is against her, I can't complain.

I mean, if these two stick together, is Chris the next king of Plenicia?

You did it, then I'll send you out in full swing.

Good luck with the king's business to the point where he won't get busy.

I can hear you through the door, ignoring the voice of Chris calling me off, and I went home.

Farewell, consul.

Hello, Your Majesty the New King.