Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Maura the 2nd

Lesson 6: The majesty of the Sovereign Nation

Holy Grand Kingdom.

Its history was ancient and, before the Grannian Empire and the Kingdom of Plenicia flourished, it reigned as the Patriarchate of the continent.

Simply put, it's a country that was close to everyone.

It seems that the policy at the time was strongly religious in colour, killing a large number of subpeople by calling them festivals, and dedicating them to God.

Naturally, there was an inconsistency with the Subhumans and frequent disputes.

When Gran was exhausted, the country the Prince of Gran woke up in was Grania.

Grannia instantly established the status of the Empire by keeping the surrounding countries under control.

The Gran from then on has traveled all the way down and is now spoiled by a position like that of a Plenician country.

Study of history, end.

"By the way, they're from Gran. Don't you dare."

"Alf says he's familiar, but what kind of people are they?

"Dignified and format-oriented. They sleep with their dreams when they were once big nations."

"Mmm. I think I understand."

Me and Rita were already in the royal palace.

Not between glances, but between responses.

This one is waiting scattered, but I haven't even met one of the executives yet.

The next pass between the responses was between another.

Between that and that and the next.

No, I'm not kidding.

I don't know if you're in shape, but I was wondering if you guys were great that far.

"Uh, how long do you keep me waiting? The sun's going down."

"Does this make any sense? I'm not sure what Ningen thinks."

With unparalleled anger and magic, a deacon-like man arrived.

"Dear Alfred, lord of the register rear. We're ready."

"Do it or something. Too much waiting."

"This is tough...... Forgive me for getting ready for a look."

"Well fine. Just take him."

"Come here, then"

Old Song's butler led the way, but he didn't seem to be heading straight between the sights.

While traveling far away, it was a guide that boasted about the design of the castle.

Even though I haven't even heard of it, "This build is". However, "This painting is" but the novelty is spoken of and May is annoying.

Deacon speaks eloquently of anecdotes, but all this isn't yours, is it?

Of the king, or even of the royal family.

"Lord Registria, climb the castle."

I thought I had finally caught sight of it, and it was still waiting for me there.

It is inhibited by a heavy door.

Beginning with a loose hanging between the guards, the band's fanfare sounds from across the door.

Already, aren't these guys stupid?

We're not here to play, are we?

"What is Gotojo?

"My subordination is coming to my parents, it means something like that. He just wants to treat us like servants."

"I understand what Alf said earlier."

"You're pissed off, aren't you?... the door is open."

Heavy double-open doors were opened by the guards.

Somehow at the end of the door there was also a sight of difficulty in commenting.

It's wide inside, anyway.

Plenicia's was huge, but there's about twice as many of them here.

The bright red carpet at your feet continues to the throne, but so much so that it seems silly to witness its distance as well.

There are soldiers in the band on both sides of that carpet, heavy town-like people lined up, but a hundred people are going to cross it graciously.

The bulky, tall columns were covered with thin silk, and as we walked nearby, we swayed fuzzily.

Does that mean anything to you?

Tons of other decorated flowers, subtle but expensive kettles, if I point it out, I don't have the chili.

Waste decorations were all over the place.

If they waited for this gig, one of my thugs might make a scene.

"Lord Registria, that's it. We can't go any further."

It was stopped a long way from the throne.

It seems that it was the man with the title who spoke out.

He even looks at it like it's worth a price, contrary to everything else.

Don't build up your anger gauge smoothly, even though we haven't even discussed it yet.

Nevertheless, if we were to discuss it at this distance, we would have to travel aloud to get there.

Are you gonna tell me to talk to you yelling at each other?

"I am not allowed to answer directly with His Majesty. It is said through the relevant ones, but it is good."

Biki kick.

A thug in me entered the second phase.

Looking at Chirali and Rita, they seem to be heating up over there as well.

The vision overlapped with that of Mr. Phantom Fox.

"Lord Registria, I will tell you what I have to say."

"Right. Then tell him I need to talk to him about the subhuman town."

"Understood."

The messenger man walks away.

Instead of running in a hurry, walk quietly and elegantly.

There's a distance there, so it still takes time.

And the man who had been slapped in the ear by the king returned.

"Well, I count on your help. That's what I said."

Biki, kick, kick.

What's this most inefficient conversation?

Why do we need to pinch a third party?

Be careful what you say, 'cause the meter in me is on the verge of Max, right?

"Explore the path of peace to avoid war, and tell me so"

"Understood."

Stasta.

Again, the man is not in a hurry.

Walk away at a constant pace.

And just like earlier, the man came back.

"Your Majesty says," I can't. "

Butchin.

I can't do it anymore.

I put up well.

Rita also looks at me like Mr. Fox has been raped.

I give a go-signature to the mysterious phantom.

"I'm kidding, Temee. Aaah!

The fury of all power.

The struggling voice accompanied the wind, knocking down what was nearby.

The cloth that was on the pillars, of course, blows up even those that were lined up left and right.

"You guys know what's going on? It's Setouchi whether it's going to be a war or not?! I don't give a shit, Gudagda. Not if you're doing it!

"Make sure you look good. It's a dwarf who tries to make it look big."

"Yes, when you're in the country..."

"Did I say something, ah?!

"Hih!"

An old man who said macarinalan or something made a small scream.

It shrinks with a glance, so I don't have much guts.

Would this be the case if the vale of authority were stripped?

You already know something about "Shizuku", you can talk to King Gran directly.

I tried to get to the throne.

But, by the way, I stopped on my feet when I saw the rising king.

"Registeria... No, what the Demon King says is best. Then make yourself comfortable."

"Your Majesty, are you going to be allowed to answer directly? Such a precedent once..."

"Shut up."

"... Your will"

The old king slowly walked over here.

And when I stood in front of me, I slowly lowered my head.

A small twist occurs around me.

"I'm sorry for the rudeness. Old country is too much trouble."

"Stop that. Practice is important, but think about time and case."

"No, what an earache. Let me talk to you before I buy you any more upset."

"There must be someone in Corona who tried to kidnap you before talking about peace... Bring him in."

"I don't know if it was a kidnapping, but if it caused any trouble, it's there." at the end of the eagle. "

"Well, you're my son. Where are you now?

"I let you be discreet in your own room. I'll call you right away."

The guards ran out.

I think the speed is good.

Adaptability is important.

Then immediately one man was brought in.

He's about 20 years younger than me.

You can see that your body is muscular and you do a lot of martial arts.

If you were going to use that training in public, it would have been better not to learn.

"Be the first to see you, Lord Demon King. My name is Cyril and I am the eighth prince. Answer me today…"

"It's Alfred. You said Cyril. Answer the question."

"Feel free"

You're a more honest guy than I thought.

I was also prepared for the Macarinaran system to come, but my attitude is soft for the price.

I hope your head is flexible.

"You took problem action against the inhabitants of Corona, no doubt?

"No difference"

"We put that in a period when a strip went to a half-war state. If you do poorly, it becomes a war. Do you understand that?

"I am very aware of that."

A man named Cyril, whose expression is the nature of the dark stuff doesn't seem bad.

He takes it with willful eyes without distracting himself from my eyes.

I don't think he's a kidnapper.

Maybe there's something behind it.

Cyril got down on her knees as I toured my thoughts.

And he shouted in a voice that often went through.

"Please be aware of the differences! Please, sub man! Save the Corona Subman!

... Huh?

Thoughts stopped at words that were too unexpected.

That's the same with Rita, and Mr. Phantom Fox is inclined to his little neck.

During his sight he was ruled by silence for a moment.

I just hear Cyril groaning.