Demon Lord Wants to Laze

After saying goodbye to the moon, we returned to the inn.

I left my baggage in my room, and now a visitor showed up where I thought I was taking a bath.

What came was a young man with his face swollen in bread.

He was the sunshine who made his siblings Genka look good earlier.

"Hey, I'm sorry about earlier. When it comes to my sister, I can't control myself."

"Well... it doesn't matter. If you see that punk, you'll lose your temper to pursue it."

I don't know if he chilled his head or because he woke up drunk, but the hostility was completely gone.

If that's the case, we have no reason to reject it.

Rita also serves warm tea and shows her welcome.

The sun tries to sip it, but he even struggled to keep his mouth shut.

Looks like she's got a smudge on her lip injury.

"Nah. What are you doing here on purpose? You want me to arbitrate a fight, too?

"No, no. Something else. I need some advice on the trouble in the underworld."

"Underworld... I was just wondering about that. Talk to me anyway."

"I'm sorry for the euphoria. Iba, it's good!

When the sun raised its voice, the lid on the hallway side opened quietly.

It was a man my generation or so who showed up.

The figure is muscular, dressed in crude costumes, but the dokuro neckline around his neck is oddly disastrous.

Contrary to such a rough look, he bowed his head in a very smooth motion.

"Oh, I'm sorry about the rest of the day. I say Ibaraki."

It was a strange way to talk intonation.

Should I say that the tail is flat or that I feel up my ass?

I hope I don't have a problem listening.

"Iba. Talk to me about your problems."

"Well, it's quick, but, hey, come on, can you listen?

"Oh, wow. Leave it to me."

I thought for a moment about preparing an interpreter, but that was worrying.

If I get used to it, I think I'll be familiar with the outgoing ears.

Here's his story.

Because of this, I was entrusted with the management of the Underworld Gate.

His job is to kill the dead and watch them reborn into the next life.

Most souls obey obedience, so there's not much to take away from them.

... should have, but there would be a problem.

A certain person is rebelling against the stream of reincarnation, sitting in front of the gate and resisting.

"Yes, he said he understood the situation. What do you want to talk about?

"How can I convince her?"

"I feel sorry for you even though you're an administrator. Iron Fist sanctions will do you good."

"Hey, she's a luxurious daughter. It would be pathetic if I did something."

"It's a girl. Since when?

"Not anymore. It's been a long time. I was wondering if this was, like, 300, no 500 years?

Here, fu, something happened to my head.

A girl who refuses to be reincarnated for hundreds of years.

The girl who disappeared from the world without ever being reborn.

The words remind me of wonder and chest noise.

"Hey Moko. Could this be?

"Nyowang"

I was returned with a sleepy voice, but those eyes were seriously flavored.

My predictions may be firing a target.

"Rita, I'm sorry, I have an errand to run. I'll take care of it later."

"Oh. I'm off at the corner, but I don't have a body."

"I'll be back as soon as I can. So, show them to the underworld."

"Whoa. That's the moon-loving man. Don't be lightweight and helpful."

"Don't tear it up, hurry up"

"Den Ha, can you come to me?

Ibabaraki makes the call, so I put Moko on my shoulder and then pulled over to the side.

Then his vision bent the gnarly thread and his consciousness nearly retreated far away.

It's like a sailing trip in a big time... no, it's worse.

Meditate your eyes for intense discomfort.

After enjoying it for a while, it darkened beyond the eye lid.

Open your fearful eyes.

Then it wasn't an inn there.

There is really nothing but a neat line of burning fire in a strange world of darkness on one side.

That was not a metaphor, but a place where no sky, no mountain, no ground even existed.

"Well, I'll show you around. Why don't you follow me?

"Whoa... please"

"Please don't stay away from the burning fire. If they go far, I can't even look for them."

"Oh, my God. Oh, my God."

"He said we shouldn't eat roadgrass. Let's go, Anne the Demon King."

Ibabaraki and the sunshine walked between the two rows.

Apparently, between the lights is the way to go.

I wondered what the place was off of it, but there's no sign they'll wait.

I was afraid of trouble, so I decided to stick around.

"Here it is. This is the Underworld Gate."

Ibabaraki says so, but from what I saw it was a bad impression.

It's too dark for me to see the whole thing.

Even around the gate, the lights did not increase, to the extent that it was found that the pillars were splendid and that the door seemed to be open.

Looking at it with some freshness, I could see someone at the root of the pillar.

It was a girl and a familiar figure who left an overall shame on her.

Only by the name of Rachel, lover of the rocker Quess.

Death in the unemployed crosses the back of his brain, and pity strikes him in the chest...

"Ooh, ooh! I'm so Ibabaraki here. Oh, shit!

"I'm sorry, be. Someone who seems to be able to talk a little bit, so give me a break."

"You're not Rokudenasi, are you? If I brought you some pompous tips, it wouldn't be free!

The girl was strangely rappy and poorly mouthed.

The first time I heard that voice, what a fragrant flavor it contained.