Demon Lord Wants to Laze

What a colourless place they brought me.

There is no such thing as decorations or luxury around.

Just spacious.

Stone floors and walls are the only spaces.

When Fran turned her body toward the throne, she fell to her knees.

I instructed them to imitate us, so I had no choice but to follow.

But only Ashley turned that way and spit at the floor.

It's also unusual for him to be so aggressive.

There seems to be a deeper cause.

"King Dragon. We have brought all the people of the earth."

Fran said in a strong, rinsy voice.

Towards the throne where no one is.

Then she said in a tiny, ear-threatening voice.

"Well, you stay put."

After stabbing us with a nail, Fran walked toward the throne.

Then he calmed down to the deserted one and spoke as he got high.

"Thank you for the long way. I'm Fran, acting Dragon King."

"Oh well. There's plenty of farce, so can we go home?

"Did you recognise the ritual among the dragon kings as a farce? Would you excuse me?

"Then call me. It fits when I really want to hit you."

"Oh man...... This is why the grounders are cursed for being barbaric."

"Ashley. Does this guy even have a serious illness?

"You're incurable. It's no use getting involved. Let's go home."

"Well, don't rush it. Talk to me for a minute."

Fran's long story was painful for the price, but some questions have been resolved so far.

First the farce when you arrive here.

That seems to be my care for the late Dragon King now, to remember that I am only in the position of 'agent'.

You have to tell me that. You know that.

And I was able to find out about his work.

Apparently, it's responsible for maintaining security, like monitoring the ground from the sky...

If you think about the confusion of the world so far, it just seems like a lie or a holla, but Fran says with his chest up.

"It's true that I'm eyeing changes on the ground. Didn't you take your own feet when you perceived that a serious seal had now been lifted?"

"Was that earlier? I mean, how did you end up in a field trap?

"On the way to the scene we saw a wonderful and fruitful crop. I am convinced that this must be a gift for me and I have decided to take it before it is delivered."

"You're a thief on top of abandoning your duties, I can't save you. I guess the tyranny of Gran and Plenicia has been overlooked that way too"

"No. I'm not interested in painting world maps or anything like that. Wherever it flourishes and perishes, it doesn't mean it's going to be perpetual."

"Where's the law and order, you bastard?"

"For the world, we only intervene on deadly occasions."

With that said, Fran has handed me a wooden cylinder.

It's unfamiliar.

Clear crystal plates are mounted on both ends thereof.

"What, this?

"Peek into the thinner side of the cylinder and look at the wall."

When I did as I was told, the scenery widened to suspicion my own eyes.

Beyond the barrel is not a shady stone wall.

I could see the blue sky and the deep green earth.

"Maybe it's the view outside?

"Looks like you're only good for exploration. It is King Ryu's legacy magic prop. It's an extremely useful substitute for being able to see most of what's happening on the ground."

"But you don't know what's going on in the distance."

"Turn the cylinder to the right to zoom in, zoom out to the left. And by caging magic in the cylinder, you can hear the local sounds."

"... really?

Turning the cylinder to the right, the sight changed again.

What I saw was a country town boulevard.

The place is definitely in Corona.

Men and women are arguing on the side of a large building.

If you look closely, that was the lord and his wife.

I remember they were friends who both admitted otherwise, but would even those two fight?

I decided to pour magic into the cylinder and listen to the conversation.

"Oh Gloria! Above all, my love Gloria! You leave me alone and tell me where to go!

"Oh, Thelonious! Nobler than anyone, Thelonious! My love is never inferior to your thoughts...... but therefore, I have to go!

"Why! I'm not letting you go alone! You swore you'd never leave again!

"I won't. On your shoulders lies the future of the Corona inhabitants. Please... please..."

"It's okay! If I mourn you, I'll throw you away on official business!

"Ahhh... while I'm doing this, time's up! Eight hundred super time deals are over..."

"Gloria. It could certainly be an attractive business meeting. Because you get three onions for the price of two. But your safety cannot replace anything. [M] Hear me out."

"Thelonious! Sorry, I was wrong!

"It's okay, if you understand! Let's eat at the tavern tonight!

"That's a great idea, let's do that!

What are you doing on the round-trip in town, those guys?

By the way, 800 houses are about two blocks away, right at the end of my eyes and nose, and I mean, if I'd stopped talking about it all now, I would have been able to buy it.

Shopkeepers and town folks look scared too.

Where's the danger lurking?

Falling on the side of the road?

Or like dropping pumpkins at your feet and fractures?

Ridiculous.

I mean, the statement in front of the eight hundred restaurants, "Dinner goes to the liquor store", isn't that an obstruction of business itself?

After leaking a deep sigh, I returned the strange cylinder to Fran.

"What do you think? And it will be easy to gather information."

"Right. Well... I don't know how much you'll find beneficial."

"Well, here's the point. Don't you want to know what you got from this sky?

"... what's the purpose?"

"You talk really fast. Instead of letting us know about the world's anomalies, we invite you to dedicate your offerings."

You're sending me vegetables instead of information?

"Innocent words. But that would happen if you expressed it flatly. How about that?

I don't think that's a bad story.

It is gratifying to be able to detect the situation on the continent as soon as possible.

For once Chris is glaring at me, but there will be limits to that too.

Even if they grab false information, it's easier to understand the situation.

"Except for urgent cases, report them periodically every ten days. I'll give you two of my favorite vegetables."

"That's not enough. Give me ten."

After hearing Fran's request, I saw Rita's face.

She shook her neck sideways, dripping.

Because if they eat that much, they'll even suspect what we eat.

"There's a market for things. All you're doing is sitting and watching. Three."

"Information can sometimes outperform the most sophisticated weapons. We can't accept less than eight."

"Right. Then it's a negotiated decision. We're leaving."

"Now, if it's important, let's help. We, the Dragon King, will work as gods on the battlefield."

"Who else are we?

"One of the three is having abdominal pain and the other is taking a nap"

"Does it really help... Four, then. No more conditioning."

"Kuh...... Then prepare the anchors as well. Let's hit it with four dishes."

Is Anko a treat that Chris was proud of at some point?

Well, then my purse doesn't hurt.

"It would be good. Do something worthy of the reward."

Negotiations are in place.

"Quick, but I want to know what's going on with Gran. Lend me another bottle from earlier."

"I don't mind that, but it's no use."

"What's the waste? Just give it to me."

Again with a strange cylinder in his hand, he turned southeast.

But just around Grand Castle, there was sumptuousness and I couldn't see anything.

It seems that even fog occurs there, but the timing was bad?

"Too much magic has been gathered in that place to make the telescopes unusable."

"So only that area can't be completely seen and heard?

"Exactly. Similar phenomena occur in abundant forests, but they are not comparable."

I turned west as it was, but Fran was right.

It was blurry and white, but I was able to check into the woods and even the house.

The sound is also fragmentary but can be heard.

I checked that far and the chill hit me somehow.

"... What's happening in Gran now?

"Come on. I don't even know. But only one thing is certain. It means that the people of that country are producing unprecedented things."

"Never... a weapon? Or a creature?

"Details unknown. But it is not possible with much work, such as gathering enough magic to surpass the abundant forest. It's not a natural occurrence, of course, it's a situation created intentionally."

"Intentionally..."

It reminds me of the trajectory Gran has followed so far.

It had monopolized resources throughout the continent, causing it to prolong the production of specially processed iron.

And they were accommodating beasts and others and producing large quantities of demonic crystals.

Despite all that absurd exploitation, it did not intervene in the independence of the western part of the continent.

What's more, I'm just saying that measures are terribly passive against the civil war in our allies, Plenicia, as if it's okay to be turned over.

Thinking that far, I felt the blood draw away.

Gran is up to something.

It's not a boring weapon or weapon, it's a very powerful thing.

I want to stop it from being abused, but I don't have any information.

"Anyway, you talk to the Chris. Let's go back to the ground once."

"Oh, wait."

"What's up, Fran? Do you still have any important information?

"Payments must be made in advance. Four vegetables and an anchovy."

"First things first. After work, you idiot. Ashley, I want to go home from here, can you ask for it?

"Huh? Are we done talking? I didn't ask because I was on a little trip to my heart."

I want to go back to the woods.

"Yes, okay. If you're in such a dirty place, you'll be covered in mold."

"Wait, I'm going to starve to death as it is. Don't you have warm blood through you?!

We were left behind by cursing rumors on our backs.

I became known by Fran as the "Cold Blooded Man" because of this incident, but it was strange that it didn't break my heart at all.