Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Mao Dara the 2nd

Episode 90: A Cloudy World

Going directly from Toyota Forest to Grania is a pain in the ass.

It will be two choices: going through a deep forest with no various paths, or going on and bypassing the streets that span the north and south.

Two days for straight distance, five days for detour, etc.

Well, should I say that too, if it was us before?

"Colo, don't push me"

"Wow!"

I'm on Colo's back, walking through the woods.

It's been a long time since we've traveled together. Enjoy it.

Colo has been here lately and her body is growing up again.

As if as Kevin grows.

Sister Rita seems a little worried, but I think big is a good thing.

"Still, it's a weird errand, isn't it? Deliver the letter to Mr. Arnault, I can't believe it. I wish I could ask the delivery guy."

"Aon!"

"Right. It feels better to be out like this than to be in a room and work."

A letter from Uncle Chris addressed to Mr. Arnault.

It's my business to deliver that to Grania, but I was wondering why she asked me to.

But maybe it was a request for both rest.

Because even if you're actually just traveling like this, your daily fatigue seems to blow away.

The sound of deciduous leaves to step on, the smell of intense soil, the leaves to plunder the body, the sounds of birds stopping at the trees.

As I feel them on my skin, I come wrapped in a strange sense of openness.

I guess I'm a kid in the woods.

Because this environment calms me down the most.

"Hey Colo. We could go a little further than that, right?

I tried whispering in my ear, but it was futile.

'Look, look, I got so sick!' And he can't help but be proud.

So not long after enjoying the view, numerous attractions flow backwards.

Let's just say we go back a little looser on the way home.

Even while I was thinking about it, I went down a roadless path and through the woods.

I see a building across a few hills.

It was the capital of King Grania.

In the morning departure, I arrived within that day.

Besides, it leaves some room until dusk.

"Wow, Colo, you got here in half a day!

"Wahoo."

"I'll run home, too. Competition, huh?

"Wahoo!"

I said competition, but I didn't say hurry.

I'm thinking about moving home in a stroll or something.

"Uh, where's Mr. Arnault?"

I walked into the city with a vision of his location from a distance.

Coro, by the way, has you waiting in the woods nearby.

Because that figure stands out terribly all over the city, and it startles me.

So now we are acting alone.

"I'm sorry, lady, get out of the way!

"Ah. Excuse me."

He said, "Hey, I'm sorry, but I don't think I can get through the carriage!

"Oh, I'm sorry!

King Grania Capital is in the middle of construction for restoration.

That's why carriages are frequently crossing, and people are flowing more intensely.

It pissed me off twice before I even walked ten steps earlier.

I think it takes reflection that Colo would bother you even if you weren't there.

"You're an amazing man. They're all working on the restoration."

While miraculously the royal palace remains, the destruction of the castle is terrible.

I hear most houses and shops collapsed and decent shaped buildings were about 20%.

So many houses are being demolished and about to be rebuilt anew.

Although there was no rubble, it appeared that most of the vacant land had not even been built.

We are still far from rebuilding.

Still, the faces of the city people were vibrant and hazy.

Seeing that, I was just a little relieved.

"Well, I have to run errands. Is it best to ask a soldier?

A soldier appears to be working in security, standing all over the city.

I walked towards the person who stood closest among them.

Sure, check around.

Careful not to get mad at your uncles again.

"I'm sorry about that. I just want to ask you something."

"Yeah. What's up, lady? What can I do for you?

"I wanted to give Mr. Arnault a letter. Don't you know where he is?

"... I don't think so, but it's not about His Majesty the Emperor."

"That's right. The king here. I'd like to give it to Mr. Arnault."

"You. Don't make fun of adults. Your Majesty's busy, so we don't have time for kids."

I came here and noticed my faults.

The Grannians don't really know what Queen Registaria looks like, and now they don't have the "amulet" your father wrote for me.

So it's not impossible for this soldier to mistake me for just a city child.

When that happens, when it comes to proving your identity......

"Please, I want this letter delivered as soon as possible."

"A letter... That's the seal of the register rear!? What the hell are you..."

"It's Sylvia. I know you and Mr. Arnault are busy, but I won't let you take the trouble, so could you show me around?

"And I did, and I'm sorry! I will bring you to Your Majesty immediately!

The twitchy face in front of me turns blue, and the frivolous standing becomes the most salutary.

I'm sorry to surprise you, but on the other hand, I had myself having a little fun.

Very similar to the mood in which the flirting was successful.

From then on, he was guided to the Royal Palace, where his role was taken over by Mr. Gatekeeper and ultimately entrusted to a young interior clerk.

Though all within the royal palace is broken, it is surprisingly neat.

And the royal palace is very quiet as opposed to what the city looks like.

Few people are different.

On the contrary, I felt little sign of people.

Mr. Home Affairs Officer, going forward, stopped in front of a certain room.

This is Mr. Arnault's office.

They're still here, the same as last time.

"Your Majesty, I see you."

Mr. Home Secretary knocks on the door before asking.

Then the grumpy voice came back.

"I didn't hear about that plan. I can't let go now, I just waited in the guest room for a while"

"From the register, Master Sylvia carries important documents…"

- Bastard!

Suddenly there was noise in the room.

It sounds scattered so you shouldn't hear it.

Imagining the sight of a massive amount of paperwork dancing through the universe, the door in front of me opened in abundance.

"Queen Sylvia! Come on, you're here!

"Yeah, yeah. Mr. Arnault. Are you okay...?

"Ha-ha-ha! I'm drowning in a sea of paper, but I've managed to live today!

Behind Mr. Arnault, who laughs lavishly, the paper is still dancing crazy.

Still an awesome environment.

I don't think I have a third of his job.

"I'm sorry I'm busy. Yes, letters."

"Um, I'll thank you. I'm here because of this, and I'm ready for tea..."

"I don't want it. I don't want it! Mr. Arnault's in a lot of trouble, isn't he?

"Right. Well, it would be greatly appreciated if you could revisit the day..."

Mr. Arnault's wax of the letter unraveled as he clouded his words.

He then glanced at the content in front of him and nodded loudly, unh, and then shouted.

"Philo! Do you have Philo!?

"Wait a minute, why did you call me!

"Yeah? Because it says you want me to make time for you two, but"

"You're lying. You didn't ask!?

When I pulled the letter and read it, it was true.

"Dear Sylvia is being missed, so say hello to Lord Phileau - Chris Consl Registeria".

Your glasses!

Next time, I'll put bitter bitter potion in the sweets!

"You know, Mr. Arnault. I'm nothing..."

"Rumor it. Philo's over there."

"Uh, where?

For those to whom Mr. Arnault pointed, there is just a bunch of paper.

That was as high as whether it would reach the ceiling critically.

The paperwork has grown hands and feet, walking alone.

Mr. Arnault made a friendly voice towards you.

"Hey, Philo, you got a second?"

"What is it, brother? You can take five minutes to breathe."

My face peered from the side of the paperwork tower.

Nothing, Mr. Fillow was just carrying so much out of common sense.

I mean, five minutes of breathing is amazing.

That's all the work I've got going on, and I guess that means I'm busy.

"Philo. Take down all the work behind you. So put that hand away."

"There can't be such a loose end. If you want to play, excuse me!

"Sylvia needs you now."

"What the hell!?

Long live Mr. Fillow on the spot.

- Bass, bass, bass!

Paperwork!

The hallway is stained white by the window.

It even spreads to Mr. Arnault's room.

A sea of paper has been born, not exaggerated.

"Oh, it's true. I would be extremely grateful if you could come all the way to Dear Sylvia! No, I'm very sorry to hear what I have to ask..."

"We need to clean up more than that! 'Cause you're in big trouble!

"Ahhh! You're obsessed with Philo, too. I'm gonna want to think about getting married, too!

"So paperwork! Don't say anything nonchalant!

My desperate voice is also vain, making the neighborhood a catastrophe.

The sight lasted for a while until all of the Home Affairs Officers showed up.