Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Mao Dara the 2nd

Episode 89: Tomorrow.

Sweet odor filling the registrar's office.

This is more or less what happens when you are present with Mr. Chris.

I'm used to the smell of backwards, but I don't think I'm going to like it.

"There hasn't been a major incident since, but it's not a good situation."

"It is. Soldiers and the general public say they're working hard to rebuild it."

"The removal of the galeches is generally over. But we're running out of supplies, and we need time to rebuild."

"You turned the stockpile considerably, didn't you? They're making stones and wood in a hurry. Should we get more people?

"No, that's not a big problem, as time will solve it"

When Mr. Chris cut the words, he took out a piece of paper.

It was a detailed, number-filled table that I couldn't understand at first glance.

"The impatience that is spreading is the problem. Especially the despair that drifts among ordinary people living in the east. Food is all that, there is no house to live in, and we have lost those close to us. We can say enough to lose the vitality to live."

"Yes... right? Even if we put the city and the village back together, we won't solve everything."

"So far the main force of reconstruction is the Knights and soldiers. Still, we can defend and crusade against the Warcraft."

"So you're not doing very well, are you?"

"In the meantime, Sir Julius has been out of common sense. Do you know anything about this?

"Come on, what are you doing?"

I'm sure you're keeping your promise to Sister Elena faithfully.

Seems to me like you're working all over the place.

"With such a fold, I thought that if you marry Master Sylvia and Master Phileau, it would be greatly improved"

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

"The Grannian people will feel that they will not be abandoned by the Registry. It's also a pleasure to connect with the Demon King's army."

"Is that what this is about? It's not pinned."

"Everyone in the Toyota Forest is virtually the most powerful force on the continent. If you have a friendly relationship with them, you can rest assured."

"Yeah. That's what everybody thinks."

"... By the way, how about that?

"What?

"You seem to care a lot about Master Philo."

That's where we're going!

What do you care about gossip lovers!

Don't play the best game of the day here.

"... I don't know. I don't know what I think either."

"Hmm."

"But I don't want to make an easy decision. Even if getting married makes everyone happy. I want to talk to you after I've convinced you properly."

"I see, I know what you want to say"

"So why don't you wait a little longer? 'Cause I would never, ever!

"Yes, of course."

"I'm sorry. I'm the queen, so I have to look around more."

"No, it's outrageous. Then it was a treat."

"Talk about what!?

All the large plates on the desk are about to be eaten, and it doesn't look like it's over.

And yet, "Welcome" is about what.

"But I'm not leaving the people alone like this. I wish it was temporary, but it's troublesome when you settle in"

"But. Do you have any good means? I can't believe it."

"So I say talk to you, can you do enough?

"Fine. Where are you going?

"There's a basement in this hall, so go there"

The basement, I heard, got up a little bit.

I guess it's because I don't have a very good impression of the word.

It's a jailer that imprisons someone, it's a laboratory that overthrows the world, a place where there's something noisy anyway.

At least, that was the place I knew the basement was.

Well, as much as I gave you a surprising look, I'm not Uncle Chris to change my behavior.

I don't even care about me not feeling on board, and I walk Zunzun away.

"Be careful, your feet are dark"

Only when I descended the stairs to the basement was a voice of care called out.

It's not as dark as my uncle says, and a lot of lamp lights are taken.

And even better cleaned, I don't see any noticeable dirt or debris.

I felt the cleanliness even as I was getting jittery.

"Here it is. Come in."

"Wow... what is this"

When the iron, double-open, heavy door opened, something unknown popped into my eyes.

In a room as small as the reception room, unfamiliar tools appeared.

Particular attention was drawn among them to the pedestal in the centre of the room and the large balls installed on it.

Then the wall was decorated like a painting, like a plate of crystals.

There are five boards in all.

I put my heart's voice in my mouth without waiting for my uncle to explain.

"Uncle, is this room...?

"My country's laboratory, shall I say? Today is the day for the implementation of certain research products."

"Huh. What the hell do you move?

It's called this telecom ball.

When Uncle Chris said so, he slapped the balls on the pedestal with pessi pessi.

Not too reluctantly, I get more nerdy.

"With this ball, you can communicate with countries with a small amount of magic."

"Then I have one, too. The one with this arm."

"That magic prop is letter communication. This one can deliver flesh. Plus, we can get the transmitter ready to deliver your voice anywhere."

"It is. That's amazing."

So Uncle Chris makes me look a little good at it.

I guess it's not your move.

You must be immersed in making sweets day and night.

"It's too early to be surprised. Look at the wallboard."

"This is it, right? A plate of crystals, I guess."

"Your answer. It's made of crystal. This is a screening board, and you can photograph distant scenery."

"Eh! That's amazing!

"It's still in the research stage, so I can only copy out a few defined locations. Would you like to see it?

"I want to see. I want to see! Let me see it!

"My pleasure."

A small demonic crystal is embedded in the wall.

Then, as if the crystal plate had changed to a window, it photographed the view just outside the range of the plate.

At an angle that looks a little high, you'll be dressed as if you're looking from the top at each city's boulevard.

"With the help of all countries, our country, of course, has one point each in the capitals of Plenicia, Grania, Corona and Goldina, with magic props paired with screenboards"

"Heh. From now on, you can see all the city boulevards."

"Exactly. Well, the foreground is longer. It's about consulting."

"It was. Do me a favor."

"Please use this telecom ball to empower the people."

"Eh! That's too much of a rush!?

I want you to say that quickly.

I want to think carefully about the content, have paper on hand, and not fail.

"No, this is good. In pre-prepared and prepared language, it doesn't sound like the people of today. Even if it was a disjointed speech, I think the cry of the soul is valid this time."

"Soul Scream......"

"You can just line up a bunch of words that you have in your chest. At least it makes more sense than the sentences you let the officials write."

"I wonder if that's what it is. Then I'll give it a try."

"Thank you for your pleasure. Bye."

"Huh? Is it now?!?

Just like earlier, a demonic crystal was mounted on the pedestal.

My uncle is not prepared for the manuscript, and he's not even willing to let me sort out his feelings.

Ghosts!

Preparations for the first speech are steadily moving forward.

The communication sphere also lights fine, candle-like lights.

Now he seemed ready, and his uncle opened his mouth.

"From the Registeria to the countries. I would like to offer my greetings from Master Sylvia in conjunction with the test of the telecommunications sphere. Then go ahead."

"Uh, should I talk to this?

"Yes, it is. By the way, I hear this conversation."

"Oh, I'm sorry! It's Sylvia!"

I really want the sudden baton touch to stop too.

Or at least, I wanted to be taught about staging.

It's too late for that.

"Uh, how are you guys? I know you're having a rough time with the recent disturbances here, but are you having trouble living?

I was going to start with an unscrupulous greeting.

But at that moment, an act in Plenicia turns his head with a sad voice.

- The Knights have abandoned us!

Wrath with no place to do it then, sorrow was covering the earth.

That would be the same for Grania, and there should still be days to cry and live.

Words came out little by little on my head, which was bright white until just now when I thought so.

"People who have lost their homes, lost their workplaces and fields, and... people who have been deprived of their loved ones. It's hard, you're sad and you can't help it. I just lost your father and your brother, too, so I feel like I'm doing something about myself."

For some time after your father died, he reminded me that he was also apathetic.

I thought the feeling that I shouldn't stay like this was at best matched by the feeling that I had given up (quit) that I couldn't care less.

I think it was the hardest time when I was stuck on that board.

That's right, I'm having a hard time like I was then.

Words, thoughts, become more powerful in holding hands.

"But, you know, your brother said it. The soul goes around. The dead are born again. He told me I'd see him again, even if he didn't look the same!

Moko.

That's what that strange cat told me when she left.

He said he was his brother.

Must have been Moko, watching over me the whole time.

Especially when it comes to breaking up, it's what gave me the energy to live.

"That's why we have to rebuild the world. 'Cause you do, don't you? If someone who dies in a disaster is to live in ruins even when they are reborn, it's not pathetic at all! I don't want your next life savoring a warm life!

It doesn't have to be a luxury.

You don't have to let Wagamama do whatever he wants.

But I want to make you feel plenty, loving and reassuring.

To do so, there are mountains of challenges that need to be done.

"Please, help me! If you can't get anything out of your grief, you can rest today. But tomorrow, just try a little harder. We'll do more the next day, the next day and what we can do. It's not for us, it's not for nobles or kings. For you and those near you, for those who are born next! I need your help to make tomorrow a better day than today!

- Ha, ha.

My breath ran out here.

Breathing was rough and his whole body was sweaty, as if after a prolonged run.

My knees are going to rock chapped and if I'm not holding onto the pedestal, I'm going to sit back.

Still, the head keeps looking for words.

- Next, what shall we talk about next?

As I toured my thoughts that way, I heard a patch of applause.

Of course, it was by Uncle Chris.

"Excellent. It was more of a speech than I expected. So much for reverberation."

"... echo? How do you know that?

"Take a look at the crystal plate. My mind just pierces heaven."

The crystal plates that I saw prompted me to show what many people looked like.

The boulevard is filled with people without gaps, and the grip is raised high.

"From this board, you can't hear the other one. Looks like he's screaming something."

"We do not have such features together at this time. But if it's the voice of the people..."

Uncle Chris opened the entrance door.

Then it reaches this room as the hustle and bustle of the city breaks through the silence.

"Give my strength to the Queen! Our loyalty to Master Sylvia!

"Give my strength to the Queen!! More loyalty to Master Sylvia!!

It was a great chorus to be heard from the boulevard of the Registaria.

Despite this basement, the voices of the people of the city could be heard.

"Uncle Chris. I wonder if this was a good idea. Didn't I say something weird?

"It's a hell of a thing. Honestly, I never thought it would be this good. Instructions by flesh voice are quick to work. The result will be immediate."

"Um, I hope so. If it works the other way...... sorry"

"I'll let you know later, but I was wondering if your concerns were useless"

Thus came the end of my first speech.

I cut up my work that day and went home as soon as I could and went to bed like mud.

By the way, the next morning, all the members of the forest had heard about the speech.

I was glad everyone praised me so well, but I am also ashamed of the same temple.

And one troublesome thing.

Kevin stopped brushing his teeth at night.

Blaming it, he says, distorting his face.

"I'll hang out tomorrow. I'll do better tomorrow than I do today."

I dropped my genius with the best smile of the day and took my son to the washroom.

I didn't get mad at you for what you did to me.

I taught him not to abuse or fabricate...