Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Maodara the 3rd

First story, Lyle Registeria.

Studying is important, people say.

You think what you learn is going to be the property of your life?

If you neglect it, you'll regret it in the future, what a menacing adult there is.

But I ignore all of that thankful advice.

It could be just running right now.

An unpleasant time has begun today in a school building (Maya) where dozens of people have been pushed in.

It's a time frame called classes in seating, but that's surprisingly empty.

That's why I'm at the desk in the back row, trying to get up and sleep.

It's a far more meaningful way to spend time than listening to fucking boring noises.

"As a result, a group of armed men, beginning with the Demon King, was born in the Register. It's about 200 years old now."

Young female teacher in the lecture hall.

He's a 'brilliant' teacher who was deliberately invited by the superior country of Plenicia.

It is time for him to talk about how the Grand Kingdom is wonderful with a thick book in one hand.

He's just going to change his mind today and talk about the Demon King.

But I'm sure it's not a piece of rock.

"Now here, the demon king, Alfred calls himself the king. That's a major crime of de facto seizure of the throne. At the time, human society unites against each other, but loses vicious power before. The result is a time when dirty beasts, subhumans, are given preferential treatment. It's the dawn of what the world calls the Dark Ages."

Only the "dark" part was weirdly highlighted.

How about a teacher who teaches things in emotional theory?

You touched some kind of harp line, and after that, your tone gradually gets rough.

I thought it was more of a fanatical voice than enthusiasm.

"This demon king has ruled the continent for twenty years. Gradually, ethnic repression is advanced, and the forces of the subpeoples are expanding. This trashy bastard will happily die early, but the tragedy will not end. Because Garbage Cunt's daughter inherited the throne."

I don't feel like a guy taking such a one-stop class of ideas seriously, but not surprisingly, not much.

Inside there are even students who listen and snort at each other to eat in.

Maybe the teacher likes it and expects me to introduce him to the job.

When I think about it, I get all sorts of waves in my mind.

"Teachers hate him the most! 'Cause you're fucking weak, right? How did you succeed to the throne and the ruling foundation? And to the habit of not having all sorts of political skill. Scumbag scumbag trashy bitch! It's all because of this female kid that the beautiful forest called Toyota Forest went wild! It's called Sylvia, but it's also dirty to speak of. If you lived in this day and age, cut off your hands and feet immediately and burn..."

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

There was a crack on the floor at my feet.

I mean, I let him in.

Of course, I look around, but there is no such thing as blame.

It was super fast foot judgment anyway, so you don't know who did it.

"Huh?! And I can't believe the floor suddenly cracks!

"Doctor, this is the register. If you don't talk too much about the Demon King, there will be disaster."

"... there would be no reason for that. This is called aging. It's extreme natural self-destruction."

"Huh. Ahhh."

"Not so much you, Lyle. Be careful what you say. Demon King worshippers are sent to the camp, right?

"Heck. It was."

The female teacher warns me terribly, but it didn't resonate with my heart.

Anyway, this is a third-class registrar.

All the people are forced to live very different lives from slaves.

Even if they send you to a camp, the house you live in just changes.

"Uh, you're going to continue your class. We continued to lose to the Demon King's Army, but the people continued to research and invent various inventions..."

"Lyle, do you have a minute?

A woman sitting next to me spoke in a whisper.

At that time, the red hair stretched out to the other person's shoulder shakes sarcastically.

Half-closed eyes and a stuck voice like a wake-up call.

This guy is a familiar Elysia.

It seems that some people prefer me, and others praise me for being an adorable but beautiful woman.

You think your muscular, skinny body also tickles your fetish soul?

From the point of view of me, I'm just a sleepy friend.

Now, Lyle.

"Come on. What are you talking about?"

"You like the Demon King, don't you? So angry."

"I don't know. I don't know."

As I pointed out, I like great people, but not enough to bother protesting.

Not to mention holding the Demon King's shoulder and accommodating him immediately.

There awaits a life where you will never see the eyes of the sun again.

That's not scary in itself, but I also don't think I need to drop myself.

- And why is that?

Thoughts enter the loop state.

I understand myself, but I was sexually angry then.

Because I was attacked by an unexplainable discomfort, as if I had been overheard in my ear.

"I don't know the translation. What anger?"

"Lyle. Did you say anything?

"Solo. Listen to the class."

"I haven't even heard of you. Persuasive Nashi"

"I'm good, I don't want to learn."

"Those two! Listen to me!

Elicia tangles me up, and when I'm dealing with it, the hysterical teacher scolds me.

I'm a good sleeper.

I couldn't sleep on this day after all, motherfucker.

After seating, practical skills.

Today is the day to teach swordsmanship.

Teachers and places change at this time.

The obviously unmotivated man is the mentor of practical skills.

Instead of hegemony, a man whose soul is even in jeopardy.

I moved to the shade of the tree to signal his words, "Make a pair."

To sleep, of course, but I can still get in the way here.

"Lyle, work with me."

"Oh no. I'm going to bed."

"Please. The others won't be dealing with you."

"That's because you're a Bakemon. Remember to play tricks."

"badly hurt"

"Stop saying that in the face"

"Well, then."

"Whoa, abuuuuuu!

A wooden knife swings down at me, but turns around and dodges.

I can't even afford to put in a basic scratch that the conversation isn't connected in the first place.

It seems that Elisia has been switched on and strikes continuously with her eyes open.

Usually in a sleepy-sided habit.

I have no choice but to be my sword opponent, but to be honest, his skill is overwhelmingly higher.

Take a blow after a couple of rounds of meetings.

Extend the repetition of it.

"Lyle, after all, is good. I can't believe you're meeting with me."

"You said it was a meeting? You mean this overly one-sided brutality scene?

"I'm hitting for real. But I don't get hurt at all. Why?"

"Oh, my God, I know!

Elicia's right, it doesn't even hurt, not even the injury.

I was born strangely sturdy and powerful.

So you won't lose by fighting most of them.

It is inherently unusual to struggle like this, but the difference in technology seems to be enormous.

"Die, orah!

"Sweet"

A blow all over you cuts off the universe and at the same time takes a counter-attack on the flank.

My body is fine but my heart hurts.

"Damn, why don't you hit it!

"Lyle. You're too murderous. Then the fat muscle will be read."

"You're not a lecturer!

- Span!

Creepy sound, and scattered wood scum.

The moment each other's wooden knives hit each other, it finally smashed.

I think it can be shattered rather than broken.

"Hey, what's up! What a touch..."

A mentor man opened his eyes.

What a sturdy wooden knife.

He also notices a strange noise around him and makes a scene.

I don't want to stand out because it's troublesome, but this situation is pretty bad.

"Did you guys destroy the wooden knife? How!?

I don't care how many times he hit me.

"It can't be... what the hell?

For a few months now, I've been deluding myself not to use my powers, but I've been distracted.

It's a good idea to get out of here, so I need to do something about it.

"This is not a wooden knife. Fugashi."

"... Fugashi is about the sweetness of Yapone?

"That's right. For some reason, we were brought this. So I'm fine with getting hit, and I'll bounce."

"Is that true? Give it a try."

"Stop. If you say it, you'll burst and die."

"Wasn't this Fugashi!?

Then again the suspicious eye did not disappear, but was helped by the time limit.

The bell rang and the end of today's instruction was announced.

I see people giving up the stuffing, noronoro walking away, and a breath of relief leaks.

"Huh, you've got it figured out"

"It hasn't. Surprisingly."

"It's fine. Tomorrow or I'll forget."

"Lyle. I was wondering, how can you hide your powers?

"... yeah?

"I've been hiding it since I got here. If we do everything we can, we'll get attention and respect."

"That's..."

The reason is simple.

Because swordsmanship is a physical technique, so if you get good grades, you will be conscripted as a soldier.

If the destination is the register rear, it is good, but depending on the strength, it will be flown to Plenicia or Gran.

Worldwide, it's the same for me, but it's the same for me.

At least, I hate the Gran guys.

I didn't want to die fighting for them for my life.

In a nutshell this......

"Because it's hard."

"Yeah, I can't help it."

"That's a lot of honesty. I thought you were gonna eat it down."

"When Lyle mentions it, it's over. I don't care what you say."

"Don't analyze it on your own"

"Let's go home anyway. I'm hungry."

When I realized, there was no one around.

There's no class left today either, so I guess they all went home.

- Ha, it's hard. You're graduating early.

This environment is unpleasant anyway.

So are schools, teachers, and these cramped days.

I'm really sick of it.

Three months left to complete.

What a pain that is, but now I just had to wait for the time to pass.