Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Behind my home, I actually have an architecture that has a bit of a rustic vibe.

It's made of stone, square and about the size of a kennel.

There are no windows at the entrance.

Because people and creatures don't assume to live there.

And even wrap them round, secretly by Ashley.

To keep disasters, wildlife, and malicious enemies from touching what's inside.

Of course it is the seal of the 'wobbler' that protects it so strictly.

Ashley even protected me for so long as I was distracted from this, I lost my mind.

... but I don't appreciate it.

If you want to praise the devil, 'Rewards, sex is good, let's do that' and so on, it's a hassle to scream everywhere.

Such trivial exchanges will not be seen in the future.

"Heh. You use this kind of technique on the continent. It's a substitute you won't see in Yapone, this."

The sun dropped its hips and looked at the sealer.

I'm happily sniffing around the circle, but I'm not going to show you until I care.

Anyway, it's late.

By now, the families of the woods will have already finished their baths and pounded their tongues on excellent food.

Today's eyeballs are salt tempura.

I wanted to go back to the inn while I had my share.

"Shall we? Unseal it. Everybody stay back."

"Oh, Que sama w it hurts to be such a pitiful person...... ww"

The curious end of the story was alive and well.

No offense to the person, but I still feel otherworthy no matter how many times I hear it.

Is it because of the tone as if you were half-laughing?

Anyway, it started unsealing what it was all about.

Moko tells me where the magic is thin, and I will solve the secret with strength and force.

A curse by a higher art ceremony?

How to temporarily shut down function by repulsion formula?

There's no way I know.

If you have the strength, you can do anything.

Cleaning up until the forceful release, it's like the work is done already.

Then he broke down the stone wall and took out the dark colored stone that had been trapped inside.

Then it gradually began to glow and suck up the power of the earth.

Like a rhythm of heartbeat, the stone repeats the vicarity, the vicarity and the flashing.

I watch it as my stomach withstands the cold thoughts.

Is Rachel anxious or is she in an attitude of praying to God?

- Pakiri.

When I heard the cracking of the shell, there was a quick breeze around.

It's terribly damp and uncomfortable to clump together.

Then, one man appeared in the dark.

Shakesperson Ques.

It was the intention to revive a man who should be called the scourge of the world.

"To the ordained, he that produceth? Unseal, etc... What the hell are you up to?"

Ques has a head, as if he had a headache.

The body that has just been resurrected from the seal may have a strong sleeping glitch.

"Long time no see, should I say? Well, I don't remember spending time with you."

"Why did you wake me up? Whatever it takes..."

"Don't stare at me like that. I brought her here because she wants to see you."

"Oh, no... that's impossible! No way, is it Rachel!?

Rachel unraveled her prayer posture and stood up quietly.

Cheeks glow in the moonlight.

My tear muscles looked good even in the dark.

My mouth tries to laugh, but I'm exposed to a tsunami of emotions, and I just tremble.

Quez looked at the sight in front of him with an incredible face.

Both eyes remain open, forgetting to blink.

Two sentences have not been told whether the situation is not chasing your head.

Those two walk over each other.

The first step is to hesitate, and from the second step is to be followed and rushed out.

And hold each other tight.

Like comforting each other with the tragedy that struck each other, making sure they feel the same.

"Rachel, are you really Rachel!

"Oh, Dear Ques, I've been waiting for this day to come! www"

"I can't believe we're seeing each other again! You're not a dead haz then!

"It's all because of those two wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Right. You're not reborn as a person. It makes sense to be remembered. I can even speak words... Anyway, good! Because this is how we met again!

"Oh! wwwwwwwwwwwwwwww"

The grass god is keen to work.

Thanks to you, the touching scene is ruined.

Has Rachel been impressed, or was she speechless anymore in the second half?

Fortunately, Ques seems to embrace the change of his beloved as a good one.

It's probably a habit to the extent that I don't care about this tone, because of my neurotic nature (the guys).

Look to the side with chirali.

Yangming and Moko also look a little bad.

Probably thinking something similar to mine.

"... Rachel took care of me"

Quez uttered a special victory, and bowed his head.

Far from the figure of a man who once shook the world and caused numerous destruction.

"I didn't move for you on purpose. It's just a way to go. If you want to thank him, make him the keeper of the underworld, who didn't take root, and Rachel herself. I've been waiting hundreds of years to see you without reincarnation."

"Right. But I will not die. Thousands of years as it is, there is no chance of seeing you in the underworld...!

"I had no recount for her. However, after continuing to wish without frustration, I was able to fulfill my wishes in this way. It's not something anyone can do."

"That's right. Why didn't I try to find him? Leave it to anger like an idiot, it's just rambling......!

"Question. Well, don't ask yourself... w"

When she talks, things go crazy.

Because I feel like I've been watered down by a serious story.

"Ques. What are you going to do now? You're not gonna take on the world again, and you're gonna run around, are you?

"Absolutely. I want to be on her side whenever possible, and help. Including what I couldn't reward for my previous life."

"I'm a god, so they're going to live awfully long, aren't they? Wow, you're going to stay for hundreds, no, thousands of years? Wow."

"It's more convenient. I'm immortal. So from now on, we'll be together forever."

"Glad...... always wwww on the side of www"

"Okay! That's settled. Then we'll go to Yapone!

So we went back to Yapone.

Fly through the sky, not momentarily.

Is Rachel unfamiliar with the way she uses her powers, or is not comfortable and unstable with the way she flies?

The appearance of Ques caring for her in such a worthy way seemed to guarantee the future of the two.

"By the way, Quessy, isn't the w tone getting rougher than it used to be? w"

"Oh well. I was... No, I was doing the God of Destruction thing. Soon my personality was terrible."

"It's good to be polite, but I'm also thrilled with the slightly yancha wording W. Looks good...... W."

"No, that. Oh, my God."

Rachel stuck with the change in Ques, but do you have a right to say it to her?

"Don't you say that! 'I feel like screaming,' but I'm only a caretaker.

When he reached the airspace of his destination, he stepped down to the ground, swallowing up the words that were coming in.

This is the Great Plain of Yapone, under the jurisdiction of the Flower God.

Rachel seems to learn God's manipulation as an apprentice here for a hundred years.

I'm so anxious to put it under that Doziko, but I can't even pinch my mouth about Yapone's decision.

Even as I left the itch, I broke up there with the two of them.

Now the role is complete.

It seemed that the sun and the perception were the same, stretched out of liberation or greatly.

"Hey, thanks for the help. That's Moon's admitted man. I can't believe I don't recognize you either."

"Thank you. Then remember about the name. Lyle."

"Whoa. You're Lyle, the demon king of the abundant forest. I remember exactly what I said."

"I'm going back to the inn. Everyone must be asleep by now."

"Right. We're going back to the underworld. I'm swallowing Ibaraki and booze."

"Keep it on track. Bye."

"See you around!

That's how I went back to the inn.

It's pretty late already.

The room wasn't even lit and everyone was asleep.

As the bedding named Offton was laid down, I proceeded to the back as I made myself a thief, nervous about my footsteps.

Then I notice that there is a mini table at the edge of the room.

There was still untouched food for one person on top.

"You left me, good. I just thought they were eating around Elysia..."

I lowered my hips, grabbed my hash, and decided to have dinner too late.

Miso soup in cold comedy.

This is the crack and taste.

Is it because it is something to eat with hot air and a set?

Raw fish fillets are, well, puffy.

Fits well with the sauce on the shoyu.

And the salt templar at the heart.

This is so hard.

I heard it was crisp and crunchy, but the thing in front of me was completely separate.

As a cinnali, the texture that makes the oil stick together deprives me of my appetite.

For what I expected beforehand, the damage was quite significant.

Like asking for an alternative meal, it's late at night now.

I don't want to keep awake workers.

"... I think I'll show my face to the Yangming liquor platter"

To the point where such a whine leaks, it makes me feel grumpy.

But I did a good job today.

You solved one of the world's threats and tragedies, so you should be content with that achievement alone.

Tomorrow morning I took a vow to eat a cup of my eyes and fell into the world of sleep.