Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Hey, that was tough.

If they asked me how hard it was, that was already tough.

No, no, really.

I'm a former farmer, even though I had a lot of power.

Because it fought all the world's opponents and defeated the monster of the Epic class, it was an impossible feat.

I've been extremely dazed since then.

Even when Chris came to talk to me, he just said 'hang in there' and drove me back.

The farm was left to the neighborhood farmers, and Glenn did all the hunting.

Have dinner, take a walk, and sleep on the floor when you have fun with Sylvia.

Seriously, I didn't do anything productive sappy.

I didn't even get rid of my pants.

While Rita gave me a novel, I was able to resume the self-depraved life I had dreamed of.

Oh, how sweet and wonderful.

This feeling of rotting bones, guts, and spirits... I can't wait.

Nevertheless, what surprised me was the children.

Adults gradually grow older, but kids grow up faster than that.

First Glenn opened a material store and started working independently.

He said money bribes you for saving your rewards so far, but what a brilliant kid.

In the first place, Glenn felt more like an out-of-the-box companion than a protective object.

In the meantime, I sent a leading customer introduction and some interior items to celebrate the opening of the store.

The rest depends on his hard work, but I'm sure he'll do well.

Souvenir stories come up about weird women, but Glenn seems to have a fate for a woman in distress.

It's advice from seniors, come on.

Mireia asked me to become an orphanage teacher.

This kid has a good head rotation and proper, and the dean is personable, so don't worry about sending him out.

I was confused when the mysterious hot season arrived on my assignment, but in the end I seem to have chosen one honest young man.

He's a man who looks a lot like Glenn around the temperatures that envelop his opponent and the strength of the core that he seems to have somewhere to keep.

The two of you seem to be dating pretty long, but we haven't heard about the marriage yet.

I guess that young man's character won't get him through inside.

As for me, I'd like to see my grandson's face soon.

And Sylvia.

The savior of my beloved soul began to tour the entire continent by the time he became sixteen.

It's a journey of rehabilitating one and one with a large grown colon by the side.

It seems that sub-racist discrimination is still rooted in the world, and he wanted to save those suffering from it, he thought.

That's My Angel! To its heart. Seriously, Angel!

I guess that was about ten years old.

From Ashley, I learned all sorts of things, from Elena, the sword, and from Rita, the magic.

From my parents' point of view, it felt like an extremely demanding training, but Sylvia never made a weak sound.

Whether you rub your knees, have a mame on your hands, or bruise on your shoulders,

When I got a scratch on my cheek, I fell asleep for about three days with heartache.

"Father, if you exaggerate too much," he laughed at me personally.

By the way, I've heard so many stories from Glenn and Mireia about the reconstruction and policies of the Registry.

I made a terrible explanation in my memories, but Sylvia absorbed numerous words without changing her serious expression.

This kid is really serious, who the hell does he look like?

I hope you didn't have to apprentice me to be Darla's daughter.

That's how this forest house got a lot lonely.

Even if I say I miss you, I live with four adults, so it's a busy enough hassle.

From the work shed there is no more noise, from the outside the children's shaky voice disappears, they no longer see the colo chasing the moko, and the dining table feels a lot wider.

The kids' presence seemed bigger than they thought.

I feel like I'm looking at a missing puzzle of pieces for about half the time.

Still, Glenn and Mireia show their faces over the weekend.

Traces of growth were felt in various souvenir stories, and I was glad to see that.

Sylvia should have gone back once a month and didn't come back inside depending on where she was going.

As a father, I want you to come home every day, but that's a wish that won't come true.

I'm worried enough to twist the shape of my soul, but I want her to live as she pleases.

That is both parental duty and hope.

The children, who were so small, weak and helpless, have now grown into fine adults.

They are no longer just former protected beings, each walking on their own feet to the future.

I used to raise three of them.

It was Rita who was actually raising the child, and the technical instruction was Elena, but she still feels emotional.

Whatever. Outside, you're at war with the world, and inside, you're running to raise your kids.

Good luck with the pattern, too, me.

But is it because you worked too hard?

I'm not sure why, but one day my body suddenly stopped moving.

In my mid-forties, I couldn't get out of bed.