Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Mao Dara the 2nd

Final story The world of the future

Time to get hungry in the afternoon.

Usually in a busy living room, now I'm the only one.

So it was something very quiet.

I casually glanced at the window and was thinking about who was coming.

What's there to talk about today, or something?

When are you going home, or something?

While doing so, the door of the house is conned, and knocked.

I think it's as accurate in time as ever.

Then I replied without even checking my face.

"Please, I'm free."

"Excuse me."

It was Uncle Chris who was doing it.

Recently, we didn't meet face to face in the clerk's office, and it was common for us to meet at home.

"I wonder. How are you feeling?"

"Much better. Things that seem to move normally now."

"Did it take you more than two months to recover? Do you still call it a price, recoil is awesome"

"I don't want to do it again. Please report today."

"Understood."

A sea of materials lined up narrowly on the desk.

Since I stopped going to the office, this has become a familiar sight.

Now, this amount, will it be over by dinner?

"It's the reconstruction situation on the continent, but it's going well. The production of materials and the securing of the workforce are sufficient. We work on architecture sequentially."

"It is. How are the city folks? I'm not pushing you?

"No problem. Registria and Grania in particular can still feel the festive mood. While working sparingly while sleeping, there is no cloudiness in their smiles"

"Yes, good. I was worried it would be unacceptable because she was an animal woman."

"That was utter concern. Some of them call Master Sylvia the 'mother of reconstruction'. He even seems to be born a song that honors you."

"That's a little embarrassing."

From what I hear, there are a handful of people who are eager to support me.

I'm sure those praise-killer rumors are the source too.

"By the way, how about a forest of abundance? I heard the restoration is in progress."

"Really? Sister Ashley's doing her best. Little by little, the greens are starting to come back."

"That's above all. Loran's people can't go back to their homeland while they're still in the wasteland."

"He said it wasn't long before people could live."

"Still, you can have expectations. Now it's important to make progress or not."

Here, Uncle Chris's attitude gets suspicious.

My gaze flies all over the place and my hands are soaking awesome.

I'm sure you're looking for sweets rather than, Sister Rita.

Unfortunately, on this occasion, I have nothing to ask for.

"Well, lately, finally, loose ends have been created in manpower. Therefore, you can move the requested project in advance."

"Request 'Bjeyee ~ ~ n! ♪ I guess we talked about it at the time ♪

"Exactly. Only a few of us are still saying, 'Bjeyee ~ ~ n!' That being said, the way the pit collapses is' aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! will be."

"... Uncle, wait a minute. 'Cause I'm coming."

"Yes, I'll be waiting for you. As long as you have sweets."

"Wait for that too!

Left Mr. Guru Kleis alone, he turned to the cry.

The source is the bedroom as expected.

When I open the door, I see Philo, Kevin and Sister Rita in my eyes.

They were not reunited or anything, and the men were in a hurry.

"Dad, this is a mess. I'm sick of peeing!

"No, no, this is hungry. I'll get you some milk."

"I just drank, that's why I'm not!

"It wasn't enough. That's why I'm crying because I'm unhappy."

Kevin and Philo keep arguing.

Sister Rita was smiling and watching.

"That's good. This is how family bonds grow."

"Sister, can you help me out just a little bit?

"Um, you can't do that. Ever since you guys became fine parents."

"Mmm. Okay, I get it."

I stepped into the room, slid through between Kevin and Philo, and held up my child, who still cries.

My face is shabby with tears.

"Philo, Kevin, don't be too loud. You're afraid of Lucia."

"Ugh, sorry."

"'Cause come on..."

"Besides, I want to sleep on this. But you cried because you couldn't sleep."

Too small, and holding my warm child to his chest.

One, one. It was while I was crying out loud.

Eventually he narrowed his eyes and fell into his sleep.

"When it's hard to cry, let him calm down. I'll give you peace of mind."

"Well, you have an order. I studied."

"Kevin, I'm afraid of loud voices, so be careful."

"Yeah...... sorry"

The first child was a girl.

I hear a lot of people expected a boy who was an heir, but it's none of my business.

It's round, puckered, warm.

I find gender pointless in front of such a wonderful child.

By the way, some of those who were annoyed by 'inheriting boys' were reprimanded by Queen Ellis.

"Are you unhappy with the rule of women? 'Something felt a little good when you said it.

"Nhoo."

"Mother, Lucia laughed! Lovely!"

"Shh. You said that earlier, didn't you?

"Oops, I was. With…"

"You look like you're gonna have a lot of fun sleeping. What kind of dreams are you having?

"Oh. You're a real cutie. It makes me want to take care of this."

"It's okay, Sister Rita. Even if you mean it today."

"Derme. I told you earlier, didn't I?

"Ahaha, follow me, huh?

Sleeping in a small crib like a toy, Lucia smiled slightly.

That smile reaches us too and passes on to everyone.

I find that hard to replace anything and the only happiness I have here.

I wonder what kind of adult this kid will be.

Will you like the world then?

When delusions are born, they disappear.

A good future, a bad future, both.

- I need to lead you to the right one.

I don't tell anyone, I leak to myself.

Maybe he wanted to tell his beloved daughter.

As she stroked Lucia's head as she stroked through such thoughts, the glass balls of the bracelet sparkled.

I'm sure your father would be happy to have more family.

"Thank you, Father. From now on, it's nice to meet Lucia."

The afternoon sun is illuminating my arms.

And the glassy light that lit back enveloped my heart warmly.

Always the same, a whispering glow.

That keeps me watching.

All the day, all the time.

- End of Part Two -