Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Mao Dara the 2nd

Episode 41: Mysterious Old Man

Lonely brothers and sisters and Grandpa the Beast.

That was everything in the Oak Interceptor Army.

But I betrayed that seemingly unreliable so much that I defended myself without taking out one of the damage.

"Well, this is another young lady with great power. No evil, no evil."

It was his grandfather who spoke to me in a calm voice.

He has white, long hair, beard, and a pure white robe.

From a distance it only looked like a white lump.

"But you don't have a mark. Were you chosen?"

My right hand stretched to the sword for some reason.

The tail trembles like it was deprived of its freedom, and the ear falls powerless.

Stopping your teeth from squeaking is the best you can do.

- This man is dangerous!

An unspoken fear engulfed me.

Instead of in your head, even the tip of your body's hair is sending a warning.

Against me like that, Grandpa's voice becomes more rounded.

"You can be so frightened. What about the garlic?

"What are you... who are you?!

"It's just a barbecue. I didn't just lay around because I tried to spare a lot of my life."

"Really? Thank you for saving Corona."

"I would also like to thank you as the head of the oak. Thank you very much for your help."

I lowered my head while trying not to lose sight of them.

None of the three of them cared in particular, and showed no suspicious bareback.

Two foxes in particular aren't even trying to look at us.

"Oak's head and do. It's harder when these people wake up, but it's not about convincing Kitin."

"Not necessarily. Existence that stuns everyone again but takes them home. Old man, your countrymen should have been chasing raiders, but would they not have seen them?

"I'll be here when they get here. Probably had been illusioned. It doesn't mean he kept chasing phantom enemies."

"Was it... I'll tear you apart if you stay close!

Grandpa quietly broke his face.

I don't know how that came from.

As I toured my thoughts to read my emotions, my grandfather's face slowly turned to me.

"What do you say your name, my lady?

"I say, Sylvia…"

"Ho. That's the beast man. Anything else, anything else. It's good, but it doesn't look like it."

"What does that mean?

"Yeah. Don't worry about the old solo."

"Ha, really..."

Grandpa said somewhere lonely as he stroked his jaw beard.

I also feel like I've shriveled a little bit of what I was experiencing.

"The other boy seems more likely than you. You're not the kid on that dog's back."

"Is that Kevin? What's wrong with that kid?!

"Be careful. You will be swallowed by the great currents in the future. In the clouds of greedy sludge."

"Want or turbulent? What the hell are you talking about!

The wind blew out.

No, towards this grandfather, the wind began to gather.

Something like a vortex with leaves of a tree goes around on the side of my grandfather and two entourages.

"Look, don't worry about it. Real evil is not easy to show your tail. It's terribly cunning, and you can't go on the surface."

The wind gradually grew stronger, like a gust of wind at some point.

We do our best just to keep our posture so we don't get drawn in.

"Don't let the little evil fool you, slap the giant evil. Then the future will be changed."

"Wait! Follow the order and explain...!

"Often, goodbye. I look forward to seeing you next day."

The whirlpool of wind was like a tornado.

Stretch into thin, high, sharp and sunny skies......

And disappeared.

Leave us and a bunch of orcs that still won't wake up.

"Lady Sylvia! What kind of tornado is this?

"Mom! Go?!

The Teresians came late, too.

As much as I'd like to hear what that tornado was.

I was able to repeat the unpredictable words over and over again and finally communicate the story.

"Something super suspicious jizzy. It's okay, is it, uh... is it, uh, is it, uh, is it, uh, is it, uh, is it, uh, is it, uh, is it, uh, is it, uh, is it, uh, Didn't they do anything horny?

"Because it's okay. He seemed nice."

"But you were scared, weren't you? My fingers are tight, sucker."

"Going to Mom? Cousin who was there, no?

"Thank you, Kevin. I'm perfectly fine!

Kevin wrapped my hands around it with both hands.

Far smaller than my hand, it opens its fingers diligently.

A child is a sensitive creature.

They immediately guessed my emotional changes.

Yes, I'm already on the defensive side.

At least I can't look pitiful in front of this kid.

"Lord Silvia. Sorry to interrupt, but it looks like an enemy attack. Stand by."

"Eh, those people...!

A hundred or so troops have pushed from Corona's side.

I recognize someone who leads the way.

"Mr. Cyril!

"Lord Silvia?! They came because they said the army of orcs had attacked them, but was it important?!

"Uh, explain it in order, huh?

It is a mixed army of people and subpeople.

Everyone had high morale about the blood noise.

I don't know if this one has to be quiet over here, but it's a big deal.

"... Hmm. To the mysterious raider, the mysterious old man, the fox man? I don't know what I'm sappy about."

"Right. So do we. Besides, I'm glad it wasn't a fight."

"Lord Gias... you said that? Can you pick it up for this group of orcs?

"Lord, I caused you a great deal of trouble. Beat them all up, but I'm gonna bring them back."

"Oh well. What an intense thing."

"Mr. Gias, what are you going to do now? Magically wake you up?

"No, let's wait for it to happen naturally. If you do, you'll be able to solve illusions."

The fainting oak face was a variety of expressions.

Something distorted by pain, something sadly relaxing, something a little pleasant to dream about.

Sure, as of now, there were some kids who could solve illusions.

"Well... excuse me, can you take it off? They may get excited again when there are other races."

"Really? I was hoping to help convince you."

"Let me refrain. I don't put Keri on words in the first place."

- Bassin '!

Mr. Gias' fists rang his hands.

Apparently it's not a convenient solution.

I don't look like the type of guy lurking in the woods doing research...

"It was for a short time, but let's say we break up here. I took care of you."

"No! We didn't do anything, did we?

"That's a theory of results. In fact, it was comforting."

"I mean, you attacked the encounter, suss..."

"You did. Sorry......"

"Huhaha! I didn't get hurt, isn't that good! You're being disciplined."

Mr. Gias's laughing. That's a good one.

My body trembled.

Its tough face, even if it smiles, remains scary.

"Farewell, disciplined ones. Come inside when you're calm. If so, welcome."

"Right. I'm gonna go hang out sometime. Be well."

"Frightened uncle, see you later?

"Um, I'll see you!

When we said goodbye, we walked to Mr. Cyril.

Everyone in Corona looks like they've been drained of poison.

"... Lord Silvia, is that good? Even if I leave it to him."

"You think you're gonna be okay? It's very strong."

"Hmm. If you say so much, it will be quite hands-on. It seems honest, and let's trust it first."

"... right. Trust, let's."

Trust.

Looks like Mr. Gias got a certain amount of credit from Mr. Cyril not long after he met him.

Some forms are trusted by people in this way.

Your father said to be trusted by many.

Even if it protects us parents and children.

So I guess I should learn from Mr. Gias, too.

For one thing, should I be bigger, and fatter?

Fattening has many disadvantages, but instead, meat gathers on your chest, too, right?

It's been a scattered poor minister so far, it looks cold, burning wilderness, sunrise from the horizon. This upper body continues to be ridiculed, too. There's a day coming when you get a footlight, so it's equipped with the power to seal the opponent's ramblings instead of crushing them in a giant double room...

"Yes, Lord Sylvia.... Lord Sylvia?

"Huh? I'm sorry. Hey, Mr. Cyril?

You shouldn't, darkness in your heart.

A pitch-black enthusiasm was burning me congali.

This... there's no such thing as illusion to me, is there?

"I had a circular the other day, but my brother... I think I'll be able to see King Gran again. Why don't you join us if you like?

"Can I accompany you?

"No problem. Take the daughter of the Demon King with you. You can never be praised and reprimanded"

"Yes, well, good to see you!

My voice was brighter than I expected.

But to be honest, it's far from the voice color.

For some reason, I had a bad feeling.

Strange discomfort, as if he had been gripped in the back of his chest with a big hand.

I hoped in my heart that this was my fault.