Demon Lord Wants to Laze

When I woke up, I noticed that something was on my pillow.

Something stringy.

When I raised it to the position of my gaze, the bottom part of the leather string was stoned through.

It's a glossy, deep pale stone.

There's even a single note on the side.

When I took it, a sentence was written for me.

"Mr. Alf, that was tough. We can't help you, but I was wondering if you could at least take this."

"Demon King. I admire you forever. Even if your soul is torn to pieces by a hundred degrees."

This is it.

What's the difference between these two lines?

And underneath it, it was written in energetic and large letters.

"Good luck with every ounce, old man. Big suck!

Uhhhh!!

My hands, my throat, my soul tremble with gratitude!

I love it!

It's well written. Whoa!

I love you, too.

Best of all in the world!

"Hey, what! Is the shock now an enemy attack?

"There's nobody out there, not a big earthquake or something?

"Maybe Wang Long woke up? It wasn't the roar of the line."

Noisy outside the room.

Stop when people are immersed in joy.

At breakfast time, the morning noise disturbance kept the story alive.

Do it, the King of Warcraft has attacked you. But do it, the legendary King of Dragons has woken up. You can cheer yourself up.

You are rude to people's cheers. [M]

"Grandma, we all made that necklace. I want you to take care of it."

"Monochan. I'll take care of it. Thank you both."

"I'm glad you're so happy, too. You can change the string, so tell me when it gets brittle."

"Demon King, we have some affordable knives here, so please give them to us"

"Wow. I don't need that."

It's a rumored knife that Mireia has made a new petition.

A prayer of a different spirit than the previous one, or a curse, seems to be in place, but I just punished him.

Admittedly, it's a powerful weapon.

"Rita, take that knife away because it's dangerous"

"... right"

"Hmm, what's up?

Rita stared out the window.

At the end of his gaze was a white fox.

It looks like he's watching this house from afar.

You know Rita?

"Oh, I'm sorry. Should I get you a knife?

"No, no, I'm talking about confiscating it from Mireia."

"Right. Blades grow up, Mileia."

"Aww. My ambition..."

I thought you said Nozomi, didn't you?

I knew you planted something, horrible.

It was after noon and Chris came.

It's been a long time since I've seen this flow.

You must have cared about my health.

Am I right?

The first voice says, "Sweet today, please," but is that right?

Grania was able to calm down by welcoming Lord Arnault as his new emperor.

"Are you all right? You said you were neglected."

"I'm the Crown Prince who always fought on the front lines. It is extremely popular with ordinary people, even if it is unpopular from aristocracy. Not to mention having a friendship with the demon king who became the champion of the continent."

"The last one looks awesome with both the pros and cons."

"In fact, the move to take on another orphan as emperor is also active. It will be only a matter of time before we split between the Arnautans and the opposition."

Isn't that a pretty dangerous situation?

You're not stable enough to say one paragraph.

Now I felt like there was going to be more trouble in the civil war.

"Lord Arnault has a back shield called Prinisia. The opposition won't be able to use force either."

"Well, isn't that going to be a massive civil unrest or something?

"The other person is not an idiot either. You know the difference between desperate forces."

"Well, at last..."

"Congratulations, lord. Finally, there are no more Resistance enemies on this continent."

Oh, my God, it's finally over!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

You know how many times I've been dying and how many times I've worried about my family.

But now he doesn't want me to help him either.

If you just lived as self-depraved as you once were.

"So let's celebrate this one. Also commemorating the reconstruction of the Registeria."

"Yeah, you guys do that. I'm already rattled."

"Well, don't say that. If you think it's a festival."

"Festival hey...... Kids are going to love it."

I'd like to be gouttered about five years from now if I could, but I guess it's still unacceptable now.

I flogged my tired body and slapped him on the head without turning, getting to his last job.