Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Maodara the 3rd

Episode 30: Surrounding the Pervert

Since then, I have invited Chris to accompany me to the Forest House at will.

Again, I can't doubt that it was arbitrary.

The guest is sitting in a living room chair.

Secure it to the back with rough rope because it is dangerous if it falls off.

And even me, Rita, Ashley, the dining table. I surround all sides with you.

"That's a very warm welcome. The more your chest squeezes."

"Jesus Christ, Chris, you son of a bitch. I'm gonna have you throw up all washed up, you bastard."

"Yep. You're completely in person. There's more to life than that."

"Hmm. That's crazy. We attended Mr. Chris' national funeral... I wonder what this is all about."

"As I said, there was a funeral. So I'm not Chris."

"You don't even know what to do now, Olah!

He said he denied it with a straight face.

Must have been a hassle or something, because of that nagging reason.

In any case, I'll have Dr. Mia mess around with you. Ooh.

You're cute, but you're scared of mess. Ow.

"Who is it in the first place, Chris? It's the first name I've ever heard."

"Can you just go through that dialogue now?! You called me lord earlier!

"I don't know anything I don't. I don't know as much as a hair."

"Well... I didn't want to use it on you I'm familiar with, but I can't help it. Don't feel bad."

I sent my gaze to Rita next door.

What's returned is a slightly bewildered face.

"They say this guy isn't Chris. That's why I'm not happy about confectionery. You don't have to."

"Lords, Demon King's Army, we are out of time. Chris is back now."

"Which one, Temeye, you bastard!

I was convinced at this time.

Passion for sweetness and a beautiful palm return.

I assure you it's Chris without any more clutter.

"Come on, talk to him. Talk to him. You're gonna break it down into mince meat, Cora."

"Lyle, calm down. 'Cause I know I'm happy to see you again."

"Wait. I'm not happy about anything."

"Okay. Let's talk about it in full. But..."

"What is it?

"I ran out of sugar. Even everyday conversation is in jeopardy."

"... get him ready"

Today's treat, apple tart.

The children are Nico.

Uncle Diabetes also Nico.

Four of them lined their shoulders step by step, Nico.

"Muho. The boulder is Lord Rita, the perfect balance of sweetness and acidity. Muho. This flavor can't be served inside, Muho."

"Don't talk while you eat. The kids are in charge."

Cindy and Mia are a little confused by unknown creatures.

I would cheek the tart, but I was checking with my eyes the foreign body that suddenly appeared.

Arthur Boy, on the other hand, is utterly unscrupulous.

Quietly and carefully taste the confectionery.

Take the eye lid the moment you put it in your mouth and breathe slowly through your nose.

That's right, my brother looks graceful, superbly good.

"Well, it's time to be satisfied."

"Yes. It was very tasty. A couple of kilés for a souvenir."

"It's up to me to respond if I can make it home alive. You're gonna break the monocle, Ooh."

"Mr. Chris. It's going to be hard to collect, so maybe it's time you talk to me?

"Yes, then..."

Chris spoke out after wiping his licence.

That's a long story.

Especially the confectionery description.

Here's what I'll sum up by saving it for nothing.

One day I was searching for fruits and confectionery around the world.

I realize that I am not old at all.

You think there was even a sign you'd get younger?

I spent some time ignoring it, but eventually the turning point comes.

Because you are not allowed to be a human race, such as the eighties who look like them in their thirties at any rate.

So during the day, I wore the hood completely from my head and began to hide my body with a larger robe.

Still, I can't delude myself into fingertips that sometimes dew or even the youthfulness of my voice.

While I continue to worry, a fuzzy proposal comes to mind.

I came to the idea of pretending to be dead and leaving the register.

... Yeah, why?

"Hey, Chris. You didn't have to play dead, did you?

"No. Separations must always be made. If you quit your job and you get caught somewhere, people's eyes will follow you."

"Is that why you decided to die? Surely if a funeral were to take place, we would have to treat people very similar to each other even if they were exposed to humans."

"To walk out in dignity, I needed to be buried once. And as a second life, I decided to become a sweet preacher."

"Why again... No, let's stop asking. It's gonna be a long time."

Chris sips a soothing sip of tea here.

A man resurrected from the abyss of death.

A man called the legendary Chancellor.

Now Soyts is talking in front of him, pulling a tart eater on his cheek.

"Hmm. So you escaped from a coffin buried deep in the ground? He was buried quite generously."

"No way. I let the funeral parlor hold the money. Once I was sealed in a coffin, I was asked to let it out in anticipation of my time. It's the sandbag that's sleeping in the grave right now."

That's how you escape brilliantly and feel like caricaturing countries?

I wonder what it's like to live without a job or a close family.

I can't imagine having a long experience in the Big Band.

"Now to the point, the biggest question. Why won't you die? You've been alive for over 300 years."

"I stopped counting after a hundred."

"I don't know the exact numbers, but you're probably about 350? Well, that's good there. Why do you live as you deserve?"

"That's what I want to hear. Why not die?

"... I'm listening to you."

He doesn't even know what's at stake, and this is terrible.

I feel like I'm facing an unanswered Nazo Nazo.

"You know what? If it's a hypothetical level story, would you like to talk about it?

"Do you understand Ashley? Please, sage."

"Very rarely, but there are examples of long-lived individuals appearing in people as well. A lover who kept caging mountains lived 500 years, or something. Someone who's been missing for hundreds of years lived on a deserted island, or something."

"Really? This is the first time I've heard it, but it's amazing."

"Such a special individual is called a mutant. They are not necessarily longevity, of course. That's what I call it, flipping out of the ordinary."

I mean, isn't he a mutant?

I'd rather call it Hentai than Hentai.

... Yeah, kind of like flashback?

"Mutant. Hey. I just have to believe I can show you the real thing, but really."

"By the way, according to one theory, it's acquired to mutate."

"What do you mean?

"I'm not born, I mean after some kind of action. Experience what no one else has done."

"... so, Chris. What do you think?"

"Nothing. I pursued sweetness every day and worked in between"

Ratio of work you bastard.

Absolutely. Apologize to Benry for the hard work. One pair of glasses, man.

"Maybe you ate mysterious fruit?

"What the hell is that? That's a good name."

"I don't know the details, either. There are rumors that there are very rare fruits on the southeastern isolated islands and eating gives you strange powers…"

"It's possible at the point of fruition. He's definitely eating it."

"I'm not sure I can be a mutant.

You don't hear anything else that might be possible. "

"I ask you once, do you remember eating?

"Lord. Do you remember where and how many breaths you took?

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry."

I hummed my nose, not to mention that Chris deserved it.

I'm gonna fill the hole with chili, bokeh.

Numerous reasoning was arranged from then on, but none of it ended without certainty.

In the end, all I found out was that he was an 'interminable mutant'.

"Ha, I don't know what bothers me the most..."

"Now, is it time for you to release me? I have a mission to spread the beauty of sweetness to the world."

"Your mission is here. I'll let you serve as consul for the second term."

"I refuse"

"Speaking of you, consul, speaking of consul, you. Do you have a complaint?

"I don't like you."

He refused with a subtle seizure disorder intonation.

Even if you refuse, you have character.

If this happens, I'll have to rely on my wife.

"Right. Okay. Actually, I got a rare treat from the moon. They call it 'Cashmere Mochi' because it's a specialty that goes out the door. Secret secrets that draw a line with the substitutes that are out in the world. This is a member of our Demon King's Army..."

"If it's internal affairs, I'll take care of it. I'll serve you crushed."

I could hear a special word.

If you didn't have both hands stretched out to lust, you'd be full.

"Hey Lyle. Even if I were to reinstate Mr. Chris, what would you do?

"Oh well. Is this guy treating dead people?"

If I introduce you to Chris, people in the city will be suspicious.

If you introduce him as someone else who looks very much alike, you don't know where the horse's bones are. It's possible he won't obey his life.

If I blinked my eyes, it would turn well, but it would be hard to intervene once and for all.

"Right. Do we have to figure this out?"

"It's ingenious. What are you gonna do?

"Rita, Ashley. I'm going to hit one of the plays, so help me. And I need Elysia's help."

"Aye. Whatever!

"Okay. What exactly do you do?

"Lord Rita. I'd like to change the tart after the play."

"You do it, too. Later, sweets."

After this, we gathered them all together and set the stage.

Whatever. It's a legendary man's comedy.

Try to get them to do it flashy.