Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Mao Dara the 2nd

Episode 97: Sister's Trial

Recently Mr. Fillow started coming to visit us once a month at home.

You think it's because it's easier to take time off than before?

Apparently my 'hard work' was a success.

Those uncles will be working hard with their faces blue.

"It's much easier than before. Suddenly one day at the border,"

"That's right. Sometimes I wonder."

"Philo-kun. Thanks to you, Silvi is Nico. Yesterday. It's the sky all day, and suddenly I laugh at Nihela..."

"That's right. You called me four times and I got a response, that's what happened."

"That's the one you don't have to say right now, right?

Mr. Fillow got along well with his sisters.

Every time we meet face to face, we're having more conversations.

Well, because he's a good person.

And Sister Rita, who is most concerned about attitude, doesn't leak into that example either.

"Mr. Fillow. Come visit me anytime. 'Cause everybody's gonna love it."

"Thank you. I'm sorry to bother you."

"That's outrageous. Think more easily."

Compared to his usual posture, he's in a much more welcoming mood.

Or don't we get along a little too well?

I don't have a heart or my sister Rita's eyes are getting stronger to observe.

We're talking more often than before.

Maybe he liked Mr. Fillow.

Of course, during casual conversations, it makes you feel even more intimate at meals.

"Oh, it's still delicious. I envy Master Sylvia for being able to put such an excellent product in my mouth every day!

"Oh, yeah. It's delicious."

"Woof. If you're so happy about it, it's worth making. Do you need a change?

"Now let's have some soup from earlier..."

His familiarity was frightening.

Of course I'm happy, but our house is a little special.

There are three attractive women in this house.

Besides, they're all single.

Especially Sister Rita.

She's beautiful, she's quiet, she's perfect for cooking and chores, she's good at caring, and she's amazing anyway.

Someone like your ideal wife, like I wouldn't be enemies if I stood upside down.

- I don't know if I like my sister better.

Once I saw it in the eyes of suspicion, then anxiety began to solicit.

Even one minor interaction bothers me about my whereabouts.

And at the end of the conversation, you'll be surrounded by a little peace of mind.

- I wonder if I was such a bad guy.

I'm just confused by the sprouting of new emotions.

Of course the day I welcome Mr. Fillow, even the day I'm away makes me uncomfortable.

Dark emotions accumulated in my mind and I had extra days.

One day like that.

On the day of Mr. Fillow's visit several times, it happened.

After dinner, as usual, the two sisters and Kevin went back to their room.

I was in the process of going to the bathroom once and going back to the living room from there.

So all this time, there's only two of us, Sister Rita and Mr. Fillow.

It's a situation where you can have a conversation without worrying about your gaze around.

- If Sister Rita were chosen better, what would I do?

What should I do then?

Should we bless them?

Or should I cry and be angry with you scattered?

I can't see what I'm supposed to be.

I think I'm going to do both.

Feeling like praying, I observed the two of them.

He's killing the signs, so he hasn't noticed anything about me.

Sister Rita spoke to Mr. Fillow in support of that success.

Looks very intimate.

"Hey, why don't you go outside for a second?

"Outside...? Since you won't wait for Master Sylvia?

"I'll go with that kid from me. I'd like to move on to the example."

"Really? Then it's better not to have that one. Let's go."

When I said that, I left the house all in one place.

I heard "Example Talk" and "It's Better Not Be Here," but I have no idea.

He seemed to have a secret he couldn't tell anyone.

- Anyway, let's see how it goes.

Contrary to a mind filled with haste, I think the judgment could have been calmly made.

If I'm serious, I'm in the mood to fly away and ask.

What the hell is this? 'And screaming.

But I won't now.

Because I'm afraid to find out the truth.

Besides, Sister Rita is a much better woman for your daughter-in-law than me.

It seemed so ill-dressed for me to just be jealous like that.

So without thinking, I concentrated my feelings on tracking.

- It goes a long way to the back.

Sister Rita leads the way, followed by Mr. Fillow without leaving.

I'm far behind unnoticed, so I can barely hear the conversation.

What the hell kind of conversation is going on?

I want to hear it, but I don't want to know.

I want to follow you, but I want to go home.

A dilemma I've never tasted before strikes me.

I try to speak up many times, and still get scared, and I can pull my hand in.

After repeating that several times, two people stopped.

There's no sign of anyone around.

The term late-night intimate meeting becomes the perfect sight.

"Is it time...?

"Of course! Don't do what you want!

"... things. … do."

Seems like we had a few conversations, but it's so hard to hear Sister Rita's voice.

Then, the sister slowly put her hands together and was put on Mr. Fillow's head.

Gently, like stroking your head.

And......

- Bachin '!

It sounded so loud that I could tell even when I was away.

Mr. Fillow broke his knee and collapsed on the spot, as he had also been struck by lightning.

"Hey, Mr. Fillow, hold on!

I couldn't help but rush over and hold onto that body.

His body temperature is surprisingly low, his mouth is half-opened, and he has a tight cramp.

This is no big deal.

It was obviously an attack by magic itself.

"Silvi, you're here."

"Sister, what's going on?

"I have to confess to what I've been seen. This is a trial."

"Trials, of what!

"Of course, do you deserve your fiancé...... I need you to prove it's not just your mouth."

"That's too harsh! You look so, so spicy!

"If you admit it without doing anything, I'll be pissed off by Alf. And Mireya's counterpart, Johann, has overcome this brilliantly."

"Mr. Johann...?

I've been taught that by listening again.

Mireia's fiancée said she was beautifully endured despite her powerful illusions.

Mr. Fillow has no trauma.

Then he seemed to be under illusion as well.

"He's been having nightmares right now. You're being kidnapped, and you're being tortured."

"Yes...... And Mr. Johann."

"Of course, I'll figure it out when it's in danger. I'm not saying until dawn, but at least I want you to work hard enough to cross the day."

"Wu...... Wu......!

"Hold on, Mr. Fillow!

A rough groan hurts my ears.

Is your consciousness also cloudy, as if you were a seriously ill person.

All I can do right now is give you a trembling shoulder.

Although he was manly and big, he felt very small now.

"Mr. Fillow, are you aware of that?

"Absolutely. You promised me instant answer."

"Too unscrupulous... I can't believe people get my sister's illusion"

"I did a little trickery, but I don't know. If you're a weak-minded person, something that breaks your spirit"

"Mr. Fillow......"

There is strength in his arms holding him tight.

What would it be like to do that?

Of course, there's nothing I can do.

"..."

Your voice leaks out of your trembling mouth.

I guess I heard it because it's snuggly.

Still, the words are obscure and not heard well.

"What, what did you just say!?

"... Ri...,..."

"Please! Sister, stop it! I'm sure you can't wait to suffer!

I can't stand it anymore.

That's why I grabbed it on my sister's shoulder.

I really rocked my shoulder, but I didn't get my thoughts.

There is no sign that you will solve the magic.

"I'm sorry. I just want to know. his true feelings."

"I know that, I know that..."

"... whirl... turn around"

"What?"

The signs behind me changed.

So I quickly turned around.

- Yurali.

Reluctantly, Mr. Fillow stood up.

Words seem to keep leaking out of my mouth.

And......

"Washoi...... SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

"Geez!

Mr. Fillow raised his hands and shouted out loud.

At that time, there is a strong wind blowing around.

It was like a fighting breeze.

It was so powerful that I didn't think it was just a tribe of people.

"No way, that's impossible! How dare you break my illusion on your own!

"Dear Rita, no help! Try my love to this extent, etc., and laugh a thousand times! Do the magic until you feel better!

"Mr. Fillow......"

"Come on! I'll be with you as many times as I want! Come on!"

A lit eye of will pierces Sister Rita.

I can see a willingness not to step back.

Then her sister laughed powerlessly and turned her back on us.

"Enough is enough. You left Silvi to me."

"True! Absolutely!

Sylvie, you're gonna be really happy.

"Ugh, yeah. Thanks...... Sister Rita"

And that back disappeared into the woods.

Leave us alone.

There's no one around anymore.

"Hey, are you sure you're okay?

"Yeah, of course. I wondered what would happen for a while......, I could ride with Ali's song"

"You know, from now on, talk to me, too, right? It's hard not knowing anything."

"Okay, Dear Sylvia..."

"Dear Sir, please stop."

I looked straight at Mr. Fillow.

With tears and runny nose, with a hell of a face.

But I'm not ashamed.

Because I'm sure he doesn't care.

As I thought, a soft smile returned.

As always...... no, it's warmer than usual and stains my heart.

"Right....... Sylvia"

"It's a promise, Philo."

Inside the woods the chorus of the worms echoes.

That's like, blessing us.

Then for a while, we didn't even try to get back home and the two of us listened.