Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Maura the 2nd

Lesson 1: The Demon King of the Forest of Abundance

A rich forest in the southwest of the continent.

Behind that forest resides the Demon King.

It is said that if he likes it, it will prosper, and if it damages his mood, it will be ruined.

The rumors made everything a reality and the world changed dramatically.

Some have been freed from desperate suffering, and few have fallen overnight.

The bad habits that pervaded the continent were crushed by the characters.

The subpeoples, who continued to be forced to live as slaves, became independent and formed communities all over the continent.

But that's not where the story ends.

A tribe that continued to reign as a champion and a sub that continued to be exploited for years.

In just a few years the force map has been renewed.

I don't have time to sort my mind out, the will and the abusive grudge that once was the champion collide.

It was a spark of new conflict and was about to awaken the next unrest.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

"Crisp ~"

"Mochi mochi no"

"Crispy. No."

Sylvia sings a one-phrase song and she cheeks two loaves of bread.

After I saw it through, I ate only one.

What we're talking about is' sweet uncle ', the bread from the recipe that Chris taught us.

In a small bread fried in oil, a sweet pasty thing called an ancho is packed.

They call it 'Unkoupan' by name, but I don't care about that.

"Look, old man. Heh. Mr. Squirrel!"

"Really. Your cheeks are pounding."

Sylvia said as she swelled her little cheeks into the bread.

How cute already.

You're an angel, no, an angel itself!

That sparkling smile is all your father has.

"My hands are sticky. Of course not."

"If it's dirty, wipe it with the cloth around it."

Whatever. This is the bedroom.

What's more, he eats while sleeping on the bed.

I don't have trouble wiping my hands.

"Alhu. Are you here?

"Shit, it's Rita. Hide, hide!"

Rita came to the bedroom.

That's why we're shifting to Jarre's breath.

No matter where you look from, it should only look like parent-child skinship.

"... what were you doing?

"What, I was just playing. See?"

"Really? I was playing Mutsumajik with my grandmother."

There's a fox floating around Rita's back.

This is a red flag in front of an angry step.

I'm smiling even as I give you that disturbing air, so whoa.

"Yes... I hope so. I've told you many times, if you eat in bed, you can't, right?

"I know. I've been pissed off 73 times already. I learned from the boulders."

"Eighty-one times. I'm gonna clean this place up, will you free it up?

"Oh well......!

I threw the bread I had hidden on my back through every plate of windows.

Suppose I call myself the Demon King.

It's before breakfast, like stealing the other person's eyes and destroying evidence.

"Then clean it... Hmm?

"All right, Sylvia. We'll play outside!

"Really? Play with your toys!

"It kind of smells sweet"

"Clean it up!

We escaped.

From Rita's long novel.

Safe area if you get out of the house.

After that, if you're killing time until dinner, fine.

"Oh! My mouth is so sweet!

Ashley was stuffy as she rolled down the ground.

There is a plate rolling around near it.

I can't believe you're eating here. You don't have manners.

"What are you doing? Don't eat outside."

"Suddenly a small piece of bread flew in and went directly into my mouth."

"Heh - that happens too. Will I be careful?"

I'm sorry, Ashley, but I did everything I could to make it go away.

This is also to avoid Rita's novels.

Take charge of one stick of evidence obliteration without knowing it.

"Ashley, do you play with your sister too? The three of us play together."

"I have a little work to do… or was Elena looking for Sylvie?

"Ah! It's time for an audition! Grandma, I'm coming!

"That's it! Sylvia, wait!

Mayenne Gel disappeared into the back of the woods.

It's for a lesson Sylvia recently started.

By the way, the content varies from day to day.

Elena teaches sword moves, Ashley teaches history and pharmacy, and Rita seems to teach computation and witchcraft.

So there's no reason to be as bettered as before.

I miss you.

I really can't help but miss you.

I've tried to get in the way many times, but I've refrained since Sylvia pissed me off.

Let's at least watch my beloved daughter work hard.

That's what I thought. I get a call.

"Alhu, can I have a word?

"Rita?! What can I do for you?

Have they noticed yet?

Did they find out you wiped your hands scattered with sheets?

"What are you odding about? Mr. Chris is here."

"What the hell is that? Drive him back."

"I've already raised it. He said he wasn't leaving until he talked to Alf."

"Oh, he's a real pain in the ass"

"And he said it wouldn't even work in Teco until he made me a new treat"

"Shoot him right now."

One year early from the showdown with Grania.

In the meantime, I enjoyed self-depravity to the best of my ability, but I'm not allowed to live like that.

Even young Sylvia has an obligation to train.

The time has come for me to take on my next duty.

I'm angry that it was Chris who brought it about, but I don't have a choice.

Simulating numerous ways of saying no, he returned to his house.

Dialogue with longtime consul Chris.

I will know the critical situation on the continent.