Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Maura the 2nd

Lesson 7: The Prince's Intention

"You... what does that mean?"

That's all I could say to Cyril.

No way. Help the sub, I'm too unexpected to be told.

When it comes to the person at the time, he's not crazy or joking.

There are even signs that the power of will has become stronger than just now.

"It's not a mystery or anything. In my sincerity!

"... well. Speak in order."

"Then...... Do you know anything about anti-magic?

"Of course I know. Magic that takes away the other guy's powers, right?

I don't know anything more than that.

What's more, Ashley told me only a minute ago.

"So do you know that the victim/surgeon cannot live for ten years?

"I don't. What kind of logic is that?

"Anti-magic in the first place is also what limits the opponent's total magic power. If you compare the pot to a magic vessel, it will be shaped like dropping the inner lid."

"I see. Are you trying not to accumulate more than a certain amount"

"Master Left. However, this inner lid deteriorates with each day it follows. As a result, the power to recover and the power to sequester becomes antagonistic."

"Really? If that happens, won't it expire?

"No. When those two forces are uniform and antagonized, the magic runs wild in your body. It greatly affects the body's organs and, in some cases, leads to death."

... There were some terrible stories.

Were the subhumans taken even to their longevity?

A groan leaked from Rita next door.

I guess I'm sympathetic as the same subhuman.

"We don't know the art of unlocking magic. But if we proceed with the research, we may be able to do so sooner or later. I thought so..."

"You went to the town of Corona."

"Yes, of course I've been driven away, besides being able to get you to cooperate"

"... right"

I didn't know that was the intention.

But that just seemed a little reckless.

There is now a daily skirmish in cutting this off, and tensions between the two continue to increase.

"I was just wondering, can I ask you something?

"Go ahead, what the hell."

"Why would you do that? Even if it hurts your conscience, it'll be another human resource for you."

"... it's the"

Cyril took his gaze off for the first time.

I have a bad tooth cut as soon as I can, and I can't get a response back.

"What's up? Do you have any nasty ideas?

"No! Never that!

"Then talk to me."

"... I love Melissa."

"What?

"I love Melissa the Subman!

Once again, a shock statement popped up.

I'm sorry, I doubted my ears too many times.

Though a small country, love between royalty and subpeople there?

You're going to be sad...

In fact, the old folks who were listening in silence around are revolting.

Seems like a different person from the grown-ups we had earlier.

"Dear Cyril, be sure! More importantly, let's face our ancestors, such as plucking depression into our subhuman daughters!

"You're right, Chancellor! Subhumans can be enemies and slaves, to their companions, etc... speech!

You can throw up that dialogue in front of us, so you have a lot of nerve.

No, you're just losing your judgment with blood on your head?

And this air.

The ventilation is too bad to get along with the subhumans.

Do you still need some rough treatment?

If you don't shed some blood, maybe people won't change.

When I was thinking that, King Gran raised one hand.

The people who were making noise until just now also shut their mouths simultaneously.

"It's Cyril. The power taken from the Subman is trapped in the crystal, and it is delivered to the treasure trove. Take it but good."

"Father!"

"I don't mind taking my handouts with me as much as I like, but I'm wary of a lot of them. It's a lot to indulge in."

"Thank you!

When I heard that, Cyril popped out.

I can't stay or stand, that's how it looked.

Do it, King Gran.

Instead of opposing it, you make a good decision.

Much better than bumping into each other with force.

Instead, this place gets rough.

"Your Majesty! What a shame! Have you forgotten the history of Gran, the greatness of your fathers!

"In the course of the times. The time has passed for people to remain high."

"It's lamentable. The name of Holy Gran will be lost, including being confused by the trend in public opinion!

"Let's ask. How many countries will cooperate in the fight against this subhuman? Every small country has adopted a multiracial approach to reconciliation."

"That, indeed..."

King Grant is very sharp.

I wonder if they might call me King Xian.

On the other hand, the firmness of the minister's head.

The antique level of that recognition.

"The times, Prime Minister, should be created by the young. Damage to death should not be on the surface stage. Wouldn't you?

"... Your Majesty?

"Due to Cyril's responsibility, the eagle is deposed. The throne gives way to the First Prince, the Prince."

"Please wait!

"I won't wait. And then you can hide."

"Are we, too?

"It is the last royal life from the eagle. Will you listen to me?

"... Your will"

"It has been great for a long time. I'm lucky to have friends with you."

"No body, words......!

I can hear you swallowing and crying from all over.

Especially if you're crying as long as the guy you've served.

The old man with the true face was not there as one.

"Lord Demon, I have also shown you my embarrassment, but this is the decision of Grand"

"Ho."

"... The Demon King?

"Hmm?! Whoa, I think it's good!

Well, I'm bogged down.

Because it looked good.

"I also thought that I would go to Corona myself..."

"You should stop. It's too irritating for the other person. Eighth prince is the right man."

"Again. But he's the only one left with anxiety."

"I'll support you there. Don't worry."

"... will you take it on?

"I'm the same person who wants to solve the problem."

"Instead of foolishness, thank you"

Only at that moment did King Gran become the face of his father.

Nice, you old man.

It was only irritated at first, but other than that, I can like it.

"Well, then we're on our way."

"Master Left? It doesn't make sense to talk carefully."

"I'll be back. That time, just as Alfred."

"Huff...... I guess I wasn't King Gran by then either. Let's just welcome you as' Nias'."

"Bye, Nias."

Good day, Lord Alfred.

I turned back my heel with Rita.

Now that we're about to step on it, we need to keep our heads together.

Lord Registeria, exit.

The fanfare rings again.

The door is also closed and I have not been able to walk away.

Stop, let me freshen up after that parting dialogue!

Looking back at Chirali, the galleries also laid their eyes down unexpectedly.

Oh, I don't need shame anymore.

Fuck the format, you son of a bitch!