Demon Lord Wants to Laze

A job called 3-58 idols.

The theatre in Gordina was in full swing.

Both the first and second floor seats are full.

I'm just amazed at the number of crowds that remind me of the battlefield.

"Hmm. That's a great number. Besides, they're young."

"Doesn't it smell something? I'm not in the bathroom system."

"It's because of the air. You smell like sweat."

"Yeah......? I don't think so. I'm just not taking a bath. What?

Ashley was right, it was amazing heat inside.

A lot of people are waiting for the show to start now or now, and they keep screaming out loud.

A wild voice sounded well at the deadline venue again.

It would be better if it were an outdoor venue or if the walls and roofs were removed, but I don't fill all of them now.

"Grandma, it's amazing! There are so many of them!

"Hawawa...... Just collecting the organs of the Ningens gathering here will make a lot of progress!

"I'm glad you showed me behind the scenes. If I'd been in that place, I'd have treated Cindy and all that cramped eyes."

It's not the guest seats we're in.

They are invited to the area on the part of the performers, so called on stage.

Arthur was right. It would have been a big deal if he had been put through the passenger seat.

Because if Cindy and the others got kicked, they were going to burn down every gordina in the audience.

You all picked up your lives.

- Kilariinu-chan!

- Hey, Girary! Ooh!

"Wow, you're screaming. I don't think we can wait very long."

"Isn't that because it's so popular? So much time to take a bath."

"Really. How can you be so passionate?"

What kind of orchestra drives people so far?

That will soon be known.

From the opposite stage onwards, five girls appeared in turn.

He waved toward the passenger seat, smiling and winking all sorts of movements, but for now they are all in the mood.

Then I hold an instrument called a guitar.

Each of the five is given something of a different size, but does that difference make any sense?

I didn't know better than to ignore the music.

"Minnah! Thanks for coming to see us. Ooh!

- Kiraly!

When the girl in the front row inquired, the venue swayed.

The overlapping screams are also sobering, and the vibrations are transmitted here as well.

There will be degrees to be loved.

"Then let's get to the first song! Ready, Kanner?

- Yeahhh!

"What about lonely nights?

- Drowning in blood reflexes.

After the reward of the mysterious hanging voice, the performance began.

Apparently, there are exclusive rules and euphemisms for this place.

I don't think I can follow my uncle a bit.

"I'm sad, I'm lonely, I can't sleep alone"

- Cum, cum!

"I want to stain you in color, in a sea of blood."

- I love you to the bones!

"Torn you, nice gut you, because you laugh invincibly"

- Zuck, cum!

"How much of an asset pattern? I'll give you a ceremony soon."

- Phase/Continuity/People Nashi!

"Bloody wet knife about midnight, I just want to stain you with eagles"

- Squeeze everything out. - Yeah!

Shit.

The contents of the words were only communicated as bonkers, but no matter how you read them, they can only be dangerous.

I didn't want the kids to hear this stuff, but I've been passionate about it for a long time.

It's pathetic to keep it here... but I'm worried about what I'll do as a parent.

The music went on after that.

The atmosphere and the contents of the words are all different from Galari's, but most of them are terrible.

It involves bloodshed anyway.

There must be some people killed.

I was extensively listened to stories like that, and by the end of the gig I was tired.

That doesn't seem to change the Rita's either, and being healthy is about Cindy and Mia's.

"Wow, Mia! I missed you!

"That was wonderful! The rhetoric was accurate, and the temperature of the gut seemed to pass on to my hands! Besides, if we gather the faithful, sacrifices will come from the other side!

Especially Mia's excitement is strong.

Well, I don't know if it's impossible, because it was a song that reproduced her worldview all the time.

Is it natural to shake your body with a pull like raw cream and shake it?

... or why did I compare it to confectionery?

It's Chris, it's disgusting.

"So Lyle. You have a meeting with Mr. Kilarine after this, don't you? Shouldn't we be on our way?

"Mm-hmm. A little headache. We'll have it changed tomorrow."

"Yes. Then I have to tell you something."

Rita talked to me about going over there, but she didn't have any particular problems.

The upcoming meeting is due to change by noon tomorrow.

In the meantime, I'll bow my head and then leave the room.

A good sweaty member said, "Never mind," with a sunny face.

, I really don't think my attitude matches the content of the performance.

Then move to the inn.

My daughters' excitement doesn't wake up, they sneeze out on the bed.

When I got tired of simply screwing around, Cindy sang.

I'm guessing you're looking at the crate on stage.

He raised his voice energetically on the stage in time.

"♪ Ali up, Ali up, Ali up, Ali up, Ali up, Ali up, Ali up, Ali up, Ali up ♪"

"Wow! You're so good!

"Really? Can you be like a lady?

"You can do it! By the way, they say it's an idol job."

"Idol? I want to be! Cindy wants to be an idol!

The words now bothered my chest.

I wonder why, if I imagined a future where Cindy would do events like today, I'd be sexually angry.

Do you hate being a spectacle, or do you have to put up with the use of color by unspecified men?

I think it's probably both.

"Then let's hang in there together! To be the best idol on the continent!

"Good luck, Mia! You're full of shit!

I'm on it.

These daughters are too ridiculous.

As a father, I want you to take the road more like a florist or a craftsman.

I decided to sleep that day, praying that this enthusiasm was transient.

Then the headache was relieved.

The next morning.

Cindy had rarely been up early.

What kind of blow would it be when you usually say you sleep until breakfast is critical?

"Good morning, old man! This morning, we'll have a goodwill meal!

"... Ohhhhh"

The wake-up blow was heavy.

I think it's pretty high tech to smile and do damage.

The headache brought on for two days reminded me of the depth of the business of being an idol.