Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Mao Dara the 2nd

Episode 92: Nothing. Not for Mr. Fillow.

After I broke up with Mr. Fillow, I was to return to the reception room.

They'll behave for dinner if you wait, but I don't care about this one.

Simply imagine that you are still being painted (mami) for intense duty, and your hand moves softly.

It would be even worse if they treated customers like this and drank tea.

- Top pot, top pot.

The second cup of tea is poured even though I haven't urged it.

I'm even angry now that I can afford to enjoy the good smell.

At last I became intolerable and threw a question at the maid.

"Hey, can I ask you something?

"Yes, tell me what it is"

"Why is Mr. Fillow so busy?

"Hiu!"

- Ragged, ragged, shawn!

The maid sprinkles tea utensils in a grand way.

I'm sorry, I didn't think you'd be surprised.

While cleaning completely dirty floors together, I tried to pursue them again.

"So here's the question..."

"Sorry! I have no answer for you!

"Yeah, is that important (oh and)?

"Um, well, please forgive me for all this"

Is it a bad topic to be asked, the maid has been squeezing her voice and pleading.

Turning everything upside down gives me a sense of sadness.

Maybe this has deeper roots than I thought.

Then we'll have to work something out.

"Hey, please. Just a little bit."

"Oh...... please forgive me!

"It's okay! I guarantee your safety. I'll write you a brush. So give me a piece of paper and something to write about."

"Yeah... I'll be ready in a minute"

Persuasion comes from a gift, this is basic.

I'm going to sauce on the paper you prepared for me.

I tried to be aware of your father's "amulet" for the content.

If you look back at the finished product... it doesn't look bad.

I also think the maid's troubled face will be spotted here.

"Yes, please. If there's anything inconvenient, I'll show you this."

"Ha. It really works...... ahhh!??

"What do you say? Are you relieved? Then I'd like you to help me."

"Yeah, yeah, of course. Please tell me what it is!

A maid whose face was unnaturally blued shook her neck gagged vertically.

I'm a little concerned about the reaction, but it seems like you're comfortable with me. Above all.

By the way, the text says, 'If you do anything wrong, you'll ash everything!' That's the thing.

You're just the daughter of the demon king. It works perfectly.

"Then I wonder if you could talk to me. How can you be unusually busy?"

"I can't say it out loud, but it's harassment by the heartless."

"Harassment?"

"Those involved in internal affairs are divided into two factions. I am a current and former emperor. The former works seriously, but the latter is Dani. It's rubbish. It's evil itself!

"Yeah, yeah. How angry are you? But all this time, talk a little more understandable?

"Oh, be very rude... The former imperial interior officials, rebelling against His Majesty Arnault, have abandoned their work. Your concern is the result of that wrinkle."

It was a worse reason than I had imagined.

I feel like I ate a shoulder watermark just because I imagined I was understaffed or something like that.

"What's that? It's not like a kid's joke."

"You're right, but no doubt about it. In the first place, the predecessors and His Majesty seemed to have had a poor fold, and that is said to be the distant cause. After His Majesty took over the throne, I could hear the occasional troubles..."

"That's Dong Dong getting worse, and this is what happened?

"Seems so"

"Hmm. If you don't want to work, I wish I could make you quit. Why are you hiring me?"

"Well, I don't know much about it either, but they say that those diarrhea (shabby) people sometimes work. Only when it's too late."

"But it's your job, isn't it? Why do you look so great?"

"This leads to an earlier question, which seems difficult to replace just because you are in charge of your area of expertise. So it's not easy to dismiss him, and you think His Majesty will continue to persuade you? Even though it's a garbage worm, it's going to be worse than it is now if you leave it empty."

Hmm, sounds like a deeper problem than I thought.

The story got to some point in my head, so now I actually just want to make sure with this eye.

"Hey, you. Er..."

"Yes, my name is May"

"Mr. May, you know a lot about this. Thanks to you, I gathered all the information at once."

"We are present everywhere. Plus, when you meet people in person, you talk a lot."

"Oh, I see. By the way, can I ask you a favor?"

I snuck my ear at Mr. May.

She was also surprised by the contents, and would once again sow the tea set on the floor.

And it was stopped scattered.

Still, in the end, the power of my will will will deliver the win.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Aprons on the maid's clothes, head decorations and cleaning tools on both hands.

Having borrowed everything from her, I decided to infiltrate the workplace of the people in question.

I was persuaded many times on the move, but I kept pushing through.

And Mae stops in front of a certain room.

I slowly opened my mouth as I dyed both eyes into the color of giving up.

"Um... this is the room"

"Thank you. Then wait close."

"Oh, please. Please don't be all impotent."

"Let me go! Heh heh heh!

Put your hands on the door knob.

Compared to the rest of the room, it's a door with no noticeable points.

I went inside while opening only one side of the double-opening formula.

"Excuse me, Simmers."

Enter the room with the lowest voice of the day.

There was no gaze to blame, and it was easy to break in.

Go into observation while pretending to clean quickly.

A number of work desks are placed at the center of the room, each arranged so that they are opposite each other.

It's for six from what I've seen.

I get the impression that most of them are very clean up.

I guess it's because there's nothing on the desk.

When I put my feet on that empty space, on my cheeks, and put down books unrelated to my work to read, it was filled with people I didn't think were at work.

- Even at this moment, busy people are busy.

He continued to wipe his desk pointlessly while suppressing his boiling anger.

A desk with nothing but dust.

One man walks past my side when he does.

Then I went to the seat at the edge of the room and spoke to the most dignified person in the division.

Grab a bunch of paper in that hand.

"Secretary, we have a report on last month's materials. Please collect."

"Report? You've been building something like that, a serious one."

I laughed around at the words.

I feel like I have a naked voice.

"Not necessary. Though His Majesty will be made easier. Throw it away."

"Yes!? Whatever it is..."

"Wait, rewrite the numbers. Bullshit, and then something credible is good. You'll see them panicking."

- Wahhh!

I don't know what's fun, but indoors was a whirlpool of laughter.

The trouble must have originated with him.

I got a little closer in the guise of work.

While tapping your face and features into your head.

About forty years old.

Slumpy figure on a plump, fat face.

Severe cloudy eyes, shallow black skin, then......

"What. That's a face I don't see. Are you new here?

"Yes! Yeah, why not?"

"What's your name?

"My name is Cindy."

My gaze gathers.

Especially the secretary's man, he's staring at me.

Maybe it was too conspicuous.

I checked the escape route aside, but the desk and people were in the way to get to the door.

It's pretty bad for a while, even if it gets your attention.

"I thought the youngest girls here were just getting older, but did they hire young women too"

"Hih!?

He stroked me!

Feel free to stroke your ass, you son of a bitch!

You said secretary.

Do you remember your face?

"I don't need cleaning. Deal with me. If it's money, I'll give it to you a lot more than my salary..."

"Excuse me!

He shook off the secretary's hand, stepped on the head of the man sitting next to him and jumped to the door at once.

Successfully escape the siege net.

The boulder may have found out you weren't a maid of honor, but that's good enough.

I have all the information I need.

- Batan.

He jumped out into the aisle with the momentum intact and slammed the door shut.

Then, right in front of you is Mae's figure.

Besides, it's right in front of the door.

So without being able to avoid it, we clash as much as we want.

We get to each other's buttcakes.

"Ah, Master Sylvia! Sorry dull smell was ok or am I the inconvenient cleaner waiting instead!?

"Relax, it's all fine!

"Is that true? The geezers here are famous scumbag balls who really suck."

"He said he had a loud voice. Anyway, why don't we change places?

"Oh, right. Please go to this empty room."

The nearby room I was shown was like half a storeroom.

There are only a few pieces of dusty cloth and furniture.

Of course, there's nobody but us.

"How was it? Didn't you get treated badly?

"There was a harvest, something I didn't like. To a man named Secretary."

"Again... that assortment of dogs always is! When you look at a young woman, you have no vision!

"It sucks. I wonder if there are any victims of that."

"I don't hear about poisoned fangs so far. But I was wondering if there would be a tragedy one day..."

"Right. You can't leave me alone."

I am determined here.

Speak up about the circumstances of people's homes.

Are you referring to this as' Nice Shawkan 'or' Nice Shawkan Joe 'or something?

Of course, it's not a good thing to know.

Still, I can't overlook what I know.

"Mr. May. Can we get your work buddies together?

"Yeah. If you're not a part-timer, we'll be all set at night."

"All right, all right. Then put it in a convenient place. I'll do it tonight."

"I'll do it, what?

"Hmm. I'll tell you later!

Then I did a couple of 'ideas' before heading to the quarters where the maids lived.

It'll be a little noisy tonight.

I'll make you get paid for continuing to scrub the scattered sweet juice.

Be prepared, especially the secretary!