Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Mao Dara the 2nd

Episode 20: I want to watch.

Stubborn.

Cyril was really stubborn.

I got the impression that I was shutting my own heart as if to keep others away.

"Cyril, I hear you've been working too much lately. If you don't think about it a little more, you're gonna crush it.

"Oh. I'm certainly busy... because that's what I wanted"

"Are you going to sin?

"It's not such a well-dressed thing. I just can't forgive myself."

Cyril leaned down and stared at his feet.

His eyes are dark, and he also seems to resent someone.

"He said he was worried about you. And now you're going down."

"It's harder to be jittery. I'll pack my errands so I don't have time to myself."

"Melissa was worried, too. Surprisingly."

"Lord Melissa?

"Am I right? Oi!"

"Huh? Is she coming too?!

The crate stacked behind us was rattled.

He's going to be hiding, but he's got ears popping out of his end.

"Mi, meerwoo"

"Isn't that a cat"

"You're a bad freshman. Come out in less than three seconds or I'll blow you away."

"... it's an odd encounter to see you again, Lord Demon"

Melissa emerged from the nostrils and shadows.

His chest was unnecessarily stretched when he stood in front of him, his gaze pointed toward him and his hair was flushing backwards firmly.

I don't think it's the attitude of the guy who tried to get on with imitating a very cat.

What's more, my ears are rumbling super fast and patchy.

I'm not deluded...

"Shouldn't we discuss this in person?

"Directly......?

"That's right. Not to make it any worse. You don't mind enough chatting, do you?

"Well, if that's about it"

Hearing Cyril's reply, I turned to Melissa as well.

I've been paying for my hair since just now.

You want to mass produce branched hair?

"Melissa, Cyril wants to talk to you."

"Hia, hia!?

"If you're not busy, deal with him."

"Hung! The job is mountainous, but I'm going out with you! because it's only half a day?!

"How far are you willing to go?

Then the two walked to a meadow outside of town.

Of course, there's nothing to lean on, but keep your distance.

I don't know... I want to take care of it!

I want to watch very close!

It was a hindsight that made me feel that way.

"Don't you think so, Ashley?

"Oh, did you find out?"

From the space of nothing, Ashley only let out her face hysterically.

You don't look well, so come out with your body.

"That's an awesome cover rate. Secrets or something?

"Hmm. This is one of the powers the sages of the forest have! I can't see, hear, or touch someone else. It's super magic."

"Ho. I mean, do you think he'd find out if he was beside someone?

"That's right, I see. Alf found out, but it's not that easy to see through."

"You have great powers, Mr. Ashley. Call me, too."

"Nuff. Alf's a bad guy, too."

"You were doing it just now, too. Just hurry!

Later on, I found out, but they're not unlimited to hide.

You think it won't work if you don't stick with Ashley?

Disclose the disadvantages first, Ashley, you son of a bitch.

We went after the Cyrus some time late, but we didn't have to look for them.

Because I could see a potpound in the meadow with two heads with nothing.

About four steps apart, sitting side by side.

We sat in the meantime because it was in good shape.

"Wow. They haven't noticed at all."

"Right? It's perfect, except it's a little narrow."

Ashley's right, the range of validity is very narrow.

It literally only works with space for one person.

If you accidentally want to stretch your legs, they can only see ahead of you from your tibia.

That's why we need to stick together...

"Hey, can't you manage a little more positional relationship?!

"I can't. Other than this, it's impossible. Or just be patient when you get here."

Ashley sits on top of me wearing an agua.

Besides, make sure you're facing each other.

What's more, Ashley keeps her guts and posture by making sure she crosses her legs onto my back.

This just no longer looks like an alley.

"Ashley, don't move too much."

"Even if they say so, there's a position... come on."

"Oh my god, that's a waza, right?!

"That's not true. Oh, do you want to take off your pants?

"I knew it, Oi!

I was delighted to shake your hips.

Look at the couple you're serving!

"Well, if you get too violent, you're out there, aren't you?

"I know, but this attitude is just right"

"I don't mind if you want to let me out. I just want to get it out inside and out..."

Stop sexual harassment!

I mean, it's the way it was meant to be!

Such an unproductive exchange also lurked a chirp inspired by Melissa's words.

"Cyril has lost weight. Isn't it hard every day?

"... well, I'm busy"

He was talking staring at the distant mountains without gazing at the two.

But the expression is quite different enough to contrast.

While I sweat cold, my mouth moves like a cramp, Melissa with an indeterminate gaze.

It's like losing your vibe, just bonkers and looking far away Cyril.

If you look at this, maybe you really don't care about Cyril.

"The Demon King has arrived. Melissa, I'm here to talk to you."

"Oh well. I guess you said no anyway?!

"Of course. I declined. Because even Lord Melissa would."

"... ooh"

"Wow. Don't say Cyril in a tight way either. I wish I could speak with a little more care."

"No, no. This is easier said side. Even if you can arrange these words, they'll only deepen your wounds."

"I can tell you how easy it is, but can I tell you from this look on your face?

Melissa was eating the mental attack kick-ass.

My ears are drooling, tears accumulate in my eyes, and my unspoken voice is leaking small from my mouth.

It's going to be easy and illusory right now.

"Look at that. You look like you ran into a legendary evil god on a walk."

"Really. You look like an alf with a broken weapon in battle."

"Hey, you can't talk about that."

"I mean, didn't Cyril like Melissa? It's a completely different story."

"It's that haz......, maybe you like other women or something? You're young, you might change your mind."

"Ah, be quiet. Melissa's going to say something."

"Right, right. All I know is to fight. I'm a martial artist, Obasan. It's not suitable for marriage. Cyril is also younger and cuter, and I'd rather marry a woman who freshly gives me a husband..."

"No! No, Lord Melissa!

I suddenly got angry in the eyes of a man who looked like a shell to take off until just now.

Looks like the thoughts I've been dull on have caught fire.

"Alf, this looks a little familiar, doesn't it?

"Maybe. Apparently, it's not a simple story."

"Do you want to keep an eye on it any longer? Come on."

"Stop positioning"

Looks like we're finally starting a real bump.

I think that's good now.

You should disclose your position and function and reveal it in your belly.

Nobody else is listening right now, so huff.