Dual Life ~Hiru wa Yuusha Party, Yoru wa Maou Gun~

The talk at the village chief's house was over, and Yulia, Zenobia, and Palmina were eating on the first floor of the village inn. The quality and quantity of Falsa's negotiations were so different from yesterday's dishes.

"Well, it's delicious! I'm the happiest hero in the world who can eat such delicious food."

Julia beats the bargain while selling the world's best and the brave, and the crumbs spill on the table. Perhaps you have already flattened a considerable amount, and there are many empty dishes on the table.

"Kora Yulia, are you a little more calm? Ladymen need to behave more elegantly during meals."

Zenobia warns Yulia not to see. She said she handled knife and fork skillfully and ate the food in front of her.

"Yulia-chan eats really delicious. Just looking at it will make her full."

Palmina smiles at Yulia, covering her mouth with her hand. She isn't really good at eating, and she spends more of her time watching the exchange between Yulia and Xenobia during her meal.

"Xenovia is too strict about manners. It's not a meal for nobles, so let me eat for the rest of your journey."

In this way, they travel and subdue monsters in order to deepen their hearing while training as a brave party. However, because they are supported by their own kingdom, there are many dinners with the nobles who govern the territory they travel to. Unlike Zenobia, who grew up as an aristocratic daughter, and Palma, who was severely disciplined in churches, Julia, born in an ordinary country village, was not good at such stiff etiquette.

"Essentials aren't a sword, but your everyday attitude is important. Even if nobody is watching, you need to always be conscious ..."

As usual, Zenobia's narrative begins a long time, but in this case Julia continues to eat while responding to the wind blowing.

"But, Faru, you got in the room earlier than usual today. What happened even though the dishes became gorgeous?"

In addition, Yulia cut off the story, ignoring Zenobia halfway. Although Zenobia seems a bit pessimistic, he doesn't seem to mention Yulia's attitude as to who is more interested in the story.

"Sure, it would have been much faster today for Falsa to eat dinner and get into the room."

"Falsa's school seems to start training after the sun sets, but it's still a bit bright. What happened?"

Following Zenobia, Palmina also ponders while putting her hand on her lips. The race, commonly called the wizard, has various training methods depending on the school. Anyway, there are schools that are hit by waterfalls to raise their magical power-a kind of mental power to use magic-and those that continue to cast magic until they faint. This is mainly due to the fact that the phenomenon of magic is still unknown and unformed, and each school is asserting a way to think it is right.

"I can't tell me what the secrets of the school are, so I don't know what kind of training.

Julia looks up at the ceiling, flicking her limbs. The appearance, coupled with the physique, is like a whine kid. Although Zenobia frowns at Yulia's appearance, she does not seem particularly guilty about Falsa.

"Well, if you're so worried, why don't you look into it secretly?"

Palmina, unusually, jokingly talks to them, but of course it wasn't serious. But they look at each other's faces and nod each other.

"That's it!"

Unusually, Julia and Zenobia meet up and start to move quickly. Palmina looked a little embarrassed, but apparently the same thing, and stood after her. The large number of dishes still left on the table will eventually clean up the innkeeper and his family.

In a private room on the second floor of such an inn, Falsa was talking to the crystal ball.

"Tart-chan, even if you say that suddenly, it's also convenient for me. You must tell me at least not to say so before ..."

Falsa spins words with a terrible face. After a few seconds, the crystal ball shines and the voice of the woman echoes in the room.

"Because it is the evil order of the Demon King, I am troubled if I complain. Most of the time, Mirage always pushes me to work and is absent from the castle, which delays communication. I also knew this case during the day, but no matter how much I called Mirage's contact ball, there was no reply ...

"I see, I understand. I was bad, Tart-chan. If I change clothes, I will transfer directly to Demon Castle, so let me know."

Falsa is disgusted and responds by interrupting the crystal ball's voice.

"Understood. So let me tell you that. And my name is Astalt, not Tart. Don't do that weird name. I will appeal to the demon king in Power Hara

"Oh, that would be a good idea if I could demote. I'll definitely appeal to the Demon Lord, Tart-chan."

"-! Anyway, please go to Demon Castle soon. I'm busy, unlike Mirage, so I'll cut it with this. "

The glow of the contact ball disappears, and silence comes to the room. Falsa, with a sigh, puts a ball of contact into the robe, pulls out a mask and begins to put on her face, as if it were a cross.

"I hope Tart gives me some more flexibility, but it's true that I'm working on my behalf, and I apologize for giving me a delicious strawberry tart anyway. At first, it was just to earn a little living expenses.

Falsa sighed deeper, remembering when he joined the Demon King's army. Originally, he lived freely in a remote area, eating his parents' property, but did not last so long. He was so confident of his father's magical skills that he would live in moderation at the gates of the rumored Demon King's army, which was rumored to be well paid for his life.

"I was fine with a little chore or such a job, but why are you doing Shitennoo? Where did I get the wrong path?"

While complaining, Farsa holds his right hand into the air, and suddenly a rift is created in the space. With no signs of embarrassment, he put his arm in the rift, and from there, a huge sickle with a blade longer than his body and a jet-black cloak were taken out and placed on the floor.

"Because I'm half human, I have to do a strange disguise so that I can't lose my identity, and there's no such thing that I just need to worry about. "

This time, take off your robe and throw it into the crevices of the space, and put on the jet-black cloak you just took out instead. Then remove the mask once, pinch it aside, and place your finger in your left eye, and a transparent small convex lens-like object will stick to your fingertip. The lens, taken out with a very familiar hand, is then carefully placed in a container taken out of the cape. The left eye, with the lens removed, has burning red eyes and the right eye is swallowed black.

"I wish this color lens could be a little more flexible. I wonder if some of the court mages will develop a color lens technology that can hide the iris."

When I put on my mask again while complaining, I couldn't confirm my eyes, whether the gap on the right eye side was filled. The right half of the mask has a laughing expression and the left half has a crying expression.When combined with a jet-black cloak and a scythe longer than its height, it will become a clown or die. It may be said that it is a very complicated appearance.

"I'm ready, are you going? Gate!"

When Farsa puts her right hand in the air again, a larger space rift is created. Lift the scythe on the floor lightly with your left hand, then walk into it and the whole body will enter. At the same time, Falsa's body completely disappeared from the scene with a rift in space.

"Fal brother! I came to play!"

Immediately after Falsa disappears, Julia jumps into the room without knocking. Behind were Zenobia and Palmina, and they both entered the room a bit later.

"Huh? Is he going out? I thought he was in the room."

"Is it better than Julia! Did you not peek into the room! Did anyone jump in without knocking on it?

"I don't know if they both get angry because they're on their own .... Oh? There's no Farsa-kun."

The three look over the room as Kyorokyoro, but of course there is no Farsa. I checked under the bed and in the closet, and when I knew I wasn't there, I left the room. Then silence came with the sound of the door closing, and until the morning sun rose the next day, he became the master of this room.