Demon Noble Girl ~Story of a Careless Demon~

Ha-ha-ha, everybody. Shizu, which was also delivered in Eurusia today.

I had a bummer at work lately and it was a bummer, but I was wondering if you would like to see me do that today.

I'm the one who merged demons with the Dark Spirit King, so the basics are managing reincarnated souls in this world or something.... Nevertheless, the [world] I administer is not this one.

What a number, thousands of worlds.

... all the goddamn demon dominance in the example has become a hell of a number because it's all my dominance as it is.

That's why sometimes running away from work and playing in some world can't help it. I ended up being found and my husband got mad at me.

Still, the Frenzy Duchess (Silbertal) guy, how much he spread his hand... 70% of those thousands of worlds were stars inhabited by human types with genes similar to those of Earthlings, half of them in medieval cultural styles on Earth.

I knew he had a similar cultural style in his hobby, but he also found traces of human type genes scattered across undeclared planets and such.

Maybe, but it's likely that the Frenzy Duchess (Silbertal) sowed the seeds in a world like the one in which all of a sudden mankind occurred, without being discovered halfway through the monkeys in archaeology.

... You've been doing this for over 100,000 years.

I'm sure there are plenty of worlds around me that have been destroyed as failures without suiting my taste. Even Earth doesn't seem to be a circle.

That's why I want to bring you a certain world management landscape today.

Some areas may repeat droll love plays like maiden games, but this time the world seems like one where you get skill experience like MMORPG games to increase your skill level.

In that world, there were people, there were elves, there were dwarves, there were beasts, there were demons, something of a “normal” world.... What's normal? Regardless of such philosophical considerations, in that world there was a goddess who gave skill as [skill].

People were weak, and the goddess who saw humans falling into vicious demons decided to pity the destined people and give them their own favors.

But the goddess was now physically and spiritually annoyed by excessive labor, like a corporate warrior who worked twenty-three hours a day with just a few dry walruses, whose lives were being eroded.

That doesn't happen if you work normally. Some of them are suffering from tonsillitis, even though there are goddesses who announce that they 'have risen in level' to boast of their own beauty, but that would be something they deserve.

So in that goddess world, I think I'll take a peek at what life people live.

There was a boy in one place who aspired to be a blacksmith. His father was a famous forge, and when he was fifteen years old and adult, he desperately trained every day to make swords over his father.

Kam... kam... and you can hear the sound of tapping metal with hammers. The boy was making nails for training in his own workplace.

"Jim (pseudonym), don't get any better today"

"Ah, Dad! Of course, he's my father's son."

Jim (pseudonym) had cast iron bars into the shape of nails in some form with a gilt hammer, making tons of nails every day. When his father picks up one of the nails he can do, he looks jiggly and smiles.

"Jim, you're doing too well. This will take some time."

"Right...... Work hard (moderately) to do more! Five thousand more, and I think I'll be able to build a D-grade sword."

To his eye-glowing son, his father put his hand on his shoulder with a gentle grin.

"That's your father's boy. Nails are the most efficient way to gain skill experience in blacksmithing. I've also made millions of nails and finally been able to make an A-grade sword. Good luck with that."

"Yeah, Dad!

... Is that it? Something's wrong.

There was a needle girl in a city. There was a famous tailor craftsman in the city, and the girl who admired the craftsman wanted to make beautiful dresses herself and repeated her training every day.

"... I can't see my eyes anymore"

"You can't force it, Mary (tentatively). If you break your body, you'll have no ex or child."

"It's okay, Mother. No matter how tired you are, it's not hard for your dreams."

That being said, Mary (tentatively) repeated the task of threading the needle hole in a room where only the light of the lamp illuminated.

The girl won't give up her dreams, even if her tired eyes are sumptuous and her fingertips are trembling and caustic.

"I want 10,000 more threads through the needle today. I have the lowest skill experience because it's an initial step, but if I raise my skill level, I'm sure my dreams will come true."

"Mary (tentative)......"

............... what are you doing?

There was a noble young man in a castle. His house was known as the famous house of Takemen, and his grandfather was a hero who had won many battles against demons as a sword saint and who had defended his country many times as a knight captain as well.

The young man, his son, also wanted to work for the country, like his grandfather and father, but no matter how many thousands of times he waved a wooden knife, his skill level in swordsmanship did not rise as he thought.

"Pierre (provisional)"

"My grandfather!

Before his beloved grandfather (Kensei), his grandfather (Kensei) nodded quietly when he saw how such a grandson was doing, as Pierre (tentatively) looked down to shame his skill level not rising even though he waved a wooden knife every day.

"Face up, Pierre (tentative). I've seen you make an effort. I guess it's time I told you my secret too. Follow me."

"Grandfather (Kensei)......"

When my grandfather (Kensei) took me down to the basement of the castle, Pierre (grandson) had many small slimes in that closed room.

"Is this...?

"It's Pierre. This is our secret. Swordsmanship skills are most efficient at cutting off organisms. But Pierre. You don't have to bother killing strong enemies if you're just going to improve your skills."

"Is it true, Grandfather? (Grandfather)!

"You're right, Pierre (grandson). Increase your skill level here."

"Ha!"

That's how Pierre (tentatively) chased around the little slime of running off with a pippy chirp, raising his skill level for swordsmanship.

............... what the hell.

I'm kidding, I'm licking technology! All of this is behind the level system, you're just an efficiency cook! You really think you can get the technology out of that!?

I don't know how it was at first, but because of that, the goddess of this world worked hard to design outfits and accessories not long after she went to bed every day, to sneak a rework of the flavors of the dishes, to think of special moves for the battle, until a black neighborhood floated beneath her eyes.

Cohon...... I'm a little excited.

Still, you can't just shut up and overlook what you know.

I decided that the goddess, who was trying to force me to do people a favor, would hit me in the neck from behind so I wouldn't force her any more... to fall asleep and instead give her a favor.

You can't just make nails to make a godsword on your own! You can't just thread it through a needle to make a nice dress! You can't just slay a dragon after a slime chase around!

All, dismissed, dismissed!

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The goddess woke up about a thousand years later.

For some reason, one day humanity suddenly lost all skill, and instead of fighting, even lost all of its life's foundations, and was exposed to the threat of the demons with nothing.

But humanity didn't have to be strong, it was highly adaptable.

What appeared in the eyes of the goddess with her mouth open suddenly was the figure of a human being who became like a primitive man with muscular bones, growing in number with an unusual breeding power that could mate with all races and chased the oak around with only a furry waist and stick.

"Huh..."

On a terrace in a palace of darkness overlooking the world, a maid called out to me sighing, sipping the fragrant roasted tea the maid had let me in.

"Is something wrong? Dear Yul,"

"Yeah, Rose. I thought there were a lot of people out there who didn't want to have fun behind the world's rules."

"Damn......"

Rose, who shrugged to bite when she heard the word, takes something out of her pocket and points it at me.

"Master Yul, look in the mirror?

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