Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Mao Dara the 2nd

Episode 95: Hospitality of the Demon King's Army

I hear Mr. Fillow is coming later today.

For the second long visit, everyone in the woods stays soaked.

So despite the time in the morning, it's boiling in strange vibrancy.

"I'll be back after work today, I think we'll make it in the evening"

"I am meeting with Lord Arden. It's evening as well."

"Uh... clean, shop, then..."

"Brother, are you coming, I'm looking forward to it. You've got plenty of nazo nazo!

Regardless of the party, why is it thriving around you?

I want you to learn how to calm me down.

"Oh, Sylvie. That's your favorite piece, isn't it? He wears it when it matters."

"Eh!? This, that!

"Oh, I knew you were a maiden. You're gonna want to dress up on a day like this, aren't you? Hmm?

Meaningly, a grossly distorted eye was turned.

This is not stylish!

Sometimes if you don't go through your sleeves, you're gonna smell moldy, aren't you?

That's what I mean.

"Now, will you tease me later? I'll be there."

"I'm coming too"

"Yes, be careful."

- Batan.

When they left, it suddenly quieted down.

The sound of washing Sister Rita's dishes, the extent to which you can only hear Kevin turning the book.

This won't keep you between.

- I don't have business today, but I think I should go to my uncle's.

If you think so, the entrance door rings.

Concon.

I hear someone's here.

It's too early for Mr. Fillow to come.

"Yes, open it now"

When you open the door, there's one man there.

He has a wand in one hand and a blue-white face like a sick man.

The person who looked ill to see was Uncle Chris.

"Sorry to disturb you. Talk, can you"

"Ugh...... yeah. I'm good, but is your uncle the one who can talk to you? Are you okay!?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it. It's more than okay, it's less than okay."

"I don't know, just sit down."

Encouraging him to take his seat, his uncle walked flirtatiously like his grandfather.

Then slowly lower your hips and sigh loudly as you sit down.

I wonder what the hell happened.

Like working too much and getting sick?

"Excuse me. Take this first..."

That's what my uncle said, he took out a white, little wrapper.

It was carried to his mouth, and he made a noise of sarah and included it in his mouth and swallowed it.

"Is that medicine?

"No, it's sugar. I can't take any bitterness."

"Bitterness... ah"

Because of that weed syrup [harsh bitterness]!

I thought it was a throwaway thing, but I didn't know it was used.

What's more, I didn't know this was going to be a big deal.

Sorry, make me feel light......

My hands tie too strongly for regret.

At that time, a quarrel rang from hand to hand.

"Now, where you feel guilty like your own exchange..."

"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!

"Well, around there. Then today is the report only, so if you'll excuse me immediately."

"Yeah, yeah. If it's hard, you can rest with us, okay?

"That's not true. Now, let's talk about the fugitives."

My uncle mouths a pale explanation.

There has been no sighting of the fugitives since then.

Wang capital, as well as in rural towns, near the border.

I knew I'd be at the mining site.

"Is it going to recover over there? At least enough to get the three of us out."

"In conclusion, it is impossible. I checked the situation and it looks like most of the pits have been filled. If this happens, instead of restoring it, it will cost more than just building it again."

"That's a lot of damage. Can you afford to fix it so far?

"... I thought it was an accident and I thought I should give up"

"Oh well. It's pathetic, but can't you help it?

"Now I know, but it also turns out that all three of them are leading the rebellion. So even if you get out alive, what you're waiting for is execution. You can't live long."

My uncle hasn't changed his attitude.

I'm sure it's cracked in him.

I was unacceptable when it came to me.

The darkness of that pit or the severity of the bitterness.

Just to think back on it, it seemed too pitiful how they ended up.

"You know, when you can afford it, let's dig up that mining site. I'd like to at least let the sun shine through the artifacts."

"Really? I can't deal with it right away, if that's okay."

"Yeah, go as far as you can't help it."

"I understand. It moves as soon as your hands are free."

Other than that, it was a midway report.

Grania's villages are taking shape a little bit, the production of materials is on the way, and so on.

"That's it, I'm sorry to disturb you."

"Thank you in the hard. Going to rest?

"No, not at all. Bye."

Then my uncle got up squeaky and went home refreshed.

The cane that supported my body was stylish as a stick.

You're doing great!

I silently dropped off my leaving back, even as I was stunned.

"Oh, did Mr. Chris leave?

"Right. He's gone so light-hearted."

"Yes. Then you don't need to prepare tea. By the way, Sylvie, what happened to that hem?

"What hem... ahhh!

My leg was wrinkled, according to Cushyaksha.

It was as if it were a reproduction of the first day of the fringe.

"How much, what shall we do! Wash? I just have to wash this?! But then I guess it'll dry, we won't make it in the evening, will we? It's embarrassing as it is. Ahhh!

"Calm down. 'Cause I'll fix it right up for you."

"Really!? Please, do something!

Sister Rita lit a pot in the kitchen.

Just warmed up enough, I sandwiched a piece of cloth over my clothes and slipped the pan over the wrinkles.

Then I don't know, you look beautiful back to normal!

This is amazing, it's magical!

"Oh, good! I wondered what would happen for a while."

"... how much you like it"

"Yeah, yeah! Heartfelt!"

"Yeah, you're old, too."

My sister's face turned to the window.

I guess I'm looking out at the view rather than at the windows.

Then I heard myself talking potpourri.

"I have to admit to him, maybe it's something I shouldn't..."

I didn't know the true meaning of the words.

My favorite clothes and "he" don't tie together.

More than that, I have to get dressed now.

I can't believe you're bonking in your underwear, you freak.

From then on, nothing particularly noticeable happened.

I just had lunch and read the book shoulder to shoulder with Kevin.

By the way, I was treated to Nazonazo too, but I couldn't even solve one question.

But I'm not retarded.

I think this is crazy for the person who made it.

Time passes while you do so.

When he noticed, Yang leaned back and was about to mark the end of the day.

Look out the window into the sunset.

Then I heard the horse's hoof from afar.

- Pa, pa, pa, pa.

Light footsteps approach.

That stopped in front of the house.

And......

Concon.

The knocking noise of the door.

What follows is a gentle voice.

"It's Philo. Is anyone home?

"Yes! I'm here! Open it!"

I replied softly before opening the door.

There was only one Mr. Fillow standing.

He has a soft grin in the past.

... Damn, you refreshing bastard.

"Anyway, come in. It's an ombolo shop."

"Sylvie, if that's what you're saying, I think it's" Awami "."

"You just have to pass this on!

"Ahaha, I'm sorry to disturb you sweetly with your words. And this one (here) is a whisper."

"Oh, you're a fine drinker. It's going to be gone soon."

Sister Rita said with a little pleasure.

Although our people don't have a habit of drinking alcohol, they do occasionally.

"Then to Master Sylvia, give me this one."

"Wow, wow! Is this made of ice?

"No. That's glass finishing. Because you seem to like such products."

"Ho. It's made of glass."

"Mr. Fillow. Why don't you sit down?"

"Thank you. Now if you'll excuse me..."

"Brother, let's do Nazo Nazo! Nazo Nazo!"

"Oh, Kevin. Still looking good."

It was a fine work mimicking a butterfly stuck in a leaf.

Everything is transparent and glowing beautifully in the sunset light.

I don't even feel the size that fits in the palm of my hand.

I stuck around and lost track of time and got into it.

"Silvi. Why don't you take a slow look at the gift later?

"Oh, yeah. That's right!

"When they're cowardly, the noisy kids..."

"Just now! Prince, are you here? He's here, isn't he?!

"... because he's back"

"It's early, sister Ashley."

The seemingly most obnoxious person came, letting him breathe out.

With a mushroom in its hand.

I'm afraid to ask you what you prepared for.

"Both of them. You're the rumored prince, aren't you? I'm Ashley, the smart girl in the woods!

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Philo. Are you Master Ashley, the sage of the woods? No rumors."

"Ho ho. You're keen to study, it's a good idea. I'll give it to you."

"This is another... strange patterned mushroom. It's something I've never seen."

It is a mushroom with a pattern of red, yellow, and blue.

I don't think it's edible.

How many people in the world would like it and put it in their mouths?

"That's right, just take a bite, Ala. Strange. Infinite power will overflow."

"Oh my God. Does such a substitute exist?

"Well, it's just stamina. I'm not going to be strong. But you need it, don't you?

"Uh, excuse me. I have no idea."

"No, no, don't you need it for the good work of the night! To make Silvi say ahem..."

"Sister! If you've been getting dressed about it!?

"Silvi, it's a joke. Don't be mad at me."

With the cat stroking, my sister went back to her room.

I don't think you'll have to come back for a while.

I thought that would calm the field down, but here comes the second wave.

Now it's because Sister Elena is home.

"I'm home. Is Lord Phileau here?

"Welcome back, sister. I just got here."

"That's your first time. It's Elena. Regards."

"Nice to meet you, Philo. It's a pleasure to meet you."

"I didn't think you could go home with your bare hands. I got you a souvenir like this."

Eton.

A vial was placed on my desk.

There is a red coloured liquid inside.

"This seems to work pretty well. The owner had a heartbeat, too."

"Hmm, it's unfamiliar. Is this a drug?

"They're going to be stunning when they drink it. Use this to make Sylvia fully..."

"Sister! It's time for dinner, so why don't you wash your hands?!?

No way. You too!

I thought Sister Elena was a serious person, but I feel betrayed.

I fill Mr. Fillow with bitter laughter, with a desire to apologize.

Smitty people without goods......

"Not at all. Don't make a scene."

"Sister Rita, you always do, don't you? You're not up to something weird, are you?

"Absolutely. Not since about lunch today."

"Hey, what does that mean..."

"Come on, come on, sit down. Let's have dinner."

My words are silenced and the food is arranged on the table.

- It can be a bit of a get-the-money dish.

What a worry, but that was too much to think about.

Trout stew, grilled river fish lemon, sautéed carrots and potatoes, then......

"Yes. This is the main thing today. I've salted it."

"What... what is this?"

"It's called a foot-length crab. It's something that's frequently eaten in Yapone."

The one on the plate was flat all over, looking like he was wearing red armor.

When I follow my body with a knife, 'Kain' sounds stiff.

I think my teeth will break if I eat something like this.

Doesn't look delicious in the first place.

"Sister. Is this really food?

"I tried it earlier, but it was delicious, wasn't it?

"I wonder. It's not cut-cutch."

"Well, here's how you eat it."

- Pakiri.

The foot verse made a good sound and was broken.

And when I opened that leg to the left and right, the bright white thing appeared with the hot air.

I'm drooling with gnarly, and that looks soft.

"Eat this white part. Try it."

"That's right. I've never seen anything like it."

"Smells like it! It's dinner!

"That's just so extravagant today. Let me have a tummy."

The sisters who had been out of their seats were all there, and it was a meal.

After all, everyone reaches out to crabs.

Pakiri, Pakiri.

Smaller sounds from all over, and real food.

After a while of silence.

"Yummy!

Everyone's voice aligned beautifully.

It may be too noisy, but my sweetness and saltiness were exquisite, and the unique and intense juice was irresistibly delicious.

"Mom, this is so delicious!

"Right. I've never had one either, but this is delicious."

"Huh, seriously, it's good. It feels like nothing."

"Is this the crab that hears rumors? This flavor is more than a rumor."

"There's a change, so eat it thoroughly"

Crab removal shell flew across the table.

Every time Karan Karan and I make the table busy.

I think everyone forgot at this time.

The prince is here for once.

"Mr. Fillow. I'm sorry, I was so loud."

"No, no. I think it's warm and wonderful"

"But. You are not a great man. Aren't you sensitive to manners or something like that?

"I am particularly... of course, concerned in the formal setting though. I think it would be better to be busy, at least in an informal setting"

"That would help if you said so. Anyway, everyone's fine."

"Still, it's all excellent. Crabs, as well as stews and grilled fish, are very tasty. I didn't know the taste of home was so great."

Mr. Fillow smiles and carries the stew to his mouth.

I don't know what I'd do if they offended me, but I don't think I'd have to worry about that.

I also have to thank Sister Rita for all the stuff she has for me.

When I looked at him like that, I overheard him.

My sister seems to be trying to talk to herself, but she got it to her ear.

"They say eating crabs makes you silent, but not the other way around. I knew you were superstitious."

I knew there was something going on!

Could it be that you tried to shut everyone up with crabs and make it heavy?

I mean, was this a sabotage?

Please stop interrupting!

In the end, the sisters made fun of all three of them.

I think I have the right to scold Gatsun.

Still, when I think of Mr. Philo, who was smiling all the time until I got home that day, my belly bug is healing.

I spared him and left him all alone today.