Entering a Company From Another World!?

Another side

Jiro's testers and the Demon King army who ran around desperately to prepare for the shooting were watched.

This is a virtual training facility, two shadows that overlook in a room that controls the space.

The presence of the surrounding Demon King army takes a certain distance from the two and engages in work.

Needless to say, Evia, the Demon King and his close associates.

The shooting scene in front of the two eyes was a pleasant and lively sight, but the two did not show any particular emotional color.

Both dissatisfaction and dissatisfaction were not too scarce, they were just looking at the sight.

I wonder if the schedule is going well?

"Yes, by sending scouts outside of Japan and overseas to encourage the collection of testers, not only in Japan, but also in possession of magical instruments, we have succeeded in securing a large number of people with more than six magical aptitudes."

"Yeah, that's the world of brave men. There are many talented people. It's a world where our borders are solid compared to ours, thanks to the progress of civilization. Thanks to you, there are a lot of procedures to send scouts and it's troublesome. But there is no magic in this world. There are many ways to go beyond that. So next year, we can expect more than this year?

And what the two of them were talking about was a story that had nothing to do with the current shooting scene, a story of the future with this present as a scaffold, not a present in sight.

The demon King's ears are full of current tester conditions.

Of course, I also know the inefficiencies of some of the testers' dungeon strategies.

Weak meat eating.

This king is a race that responds with prizes for what he achieves, but only thinks of using it against others.

Even testers who can be heroic candidates are no exception.

And the side that is used does not notice it.

Demon King's favorite is the talent he can use.

And dungeon testers aren't the only ones in the range of values.

The eyes of the Demon King decorating his faint smile, and even Evia, who is supposed to be ahead of him, are only a gear for him to do one thing.

The only difference is whether it's big or small, whether it goes around often or not.

Still, he is recognized by others as a leader because he continues to demonstrate his talents and results.

I am intoxicated, admire, and follow his strength.

The current demon king army is in place.

There is certainly something to notice.

"Definitely better than the current situation."

"Hmm, I see. Well, if you want to make up for the delay, that's fine."

Without changing her expression, Evia spins the words she had prepared in a pale and familiar manner with the Demon King's questions.

The Demon King, as she sees it, is like the sun that attracts people.

It is strange to compare the moon god to the sun, the top of the demon king's army, but there is no other appropriate analogy.

The light (charisma) illuminates and warms ten thousand people.

And dry and blind tens of thousands.

As there is darkness in the presence of light, there is harm in the presence of good.

Compared to the sun, it is not universal.

Just because there are a lot of profits is not without disadvantage.

The Demon King brings together more beings than anyone, but not all.

Just because there are a lot of hands, it's not like they're not spilling.

But I don't say it because I think it's fine even if I notice it.

Even if the Demon King's way seemed ruthless, some were saved by it.

Someone has seen hope.

There are people who admire it.

You can fill the hands of such a demon king here.

And he that looked into the depths of the demon king said with his mouth round.

"Fufu, I wish I had picked up something like him"

"An example like him would be unusual."

Such a presence is unusual from Evia's point of view and is of interest to one person.

Exception in a sense.

A tester who waves a giant sword and somehow fantasizes a demon.

Even if you wear heavy armor, your body dances like a feather in space, whether it's a rocky rock or a monster's head, but if you think it's a scaffold and make a sharper and heavier wave than it looks, this time you start to stand flashy and gather the attention of your enemies.

He is the only tester who can behave like this because he is the most adapted to this environment.

The demon king nodded with satisfaction.

"I know, but let's hope so. After all, this world is the birthplace of the brave. Keep asking."

"What?"

As he showed in his attitude that he saw what he saw, he slowly cut off his gaze from the sight and disappeared from the scene like a sunburn.

Even with Evia's magical excellence, the Magic King left the scene with a transfer magic that was carried out so carefully and quickly that he could not find anything but the word "brilliant".

Shut up and Evia dropped it off.

The Demon King is the hope of the Demon King army.

Long ago, when the continent was divided, the King became a united continent and a united world, a desire of the Demon King army.

To see the sight spread out to advance the task of needing him.

"... does he understand the view he's looking at?"

And everybody has the same problem because they can't stand the same point of view while peering into the depths of the demon king.

Because of his troubles, Evia spills her words to the man who is seen by the demon king.

Words of unusual sadness for Evia.

A man who could not hear anyone and was directed at the words that blended into the air.

A human swinging a giant black iron sword to slaughter a Summoned Seoul Monster.

A man who has grown so much that he can see in less than a year after joining the company.

Exception leading peers and showing only results.

In addition, friends are spreading among the Demon King army.

Evia dreams of placing him on a distant back.

Unlike us who follow from behind.

"... don't think weird."

Such an idea was overwhelming, but immediately the thought distorted the mouth slightly with a sense of laughter, spreading the thoughts in an instant.

The sun is lonely because of its existence, and it denies the words that come out of emotion with reason that there are no human beings lined up in such existence.

Even a powerful demon fell under it.

Even the immortals who crossed the limit of their lives fell under it.

Even the foresters beneath them, protected by all the earth.

Even the giant who could process everything got underneath.

The bug that created life and manipulated it freely fell under it.

Even the droids who embodied ancient powers were under it.

Even the dragon, the hegemon of the sky to the top of life, fell beneath it.

Is it foolish to think that there is nothing short of shine and size compared to the talents of such beings, but that they can compete with the Devil King?

Rather, the question arises as to whether such a demon king needs to exist on his side.

"Bullshit."

I try to cut off even thinking is a waste of time, but I can hardly dispel the thought of asking myself whether it really is in the corner of my head.

The words spoken came close to self-implication, but the fragments of her dreams remained intact from her thoughts.

The giant snake, Jiro, who cut off the basilisk's neck and held the giant sword on his shoulder, unusually enters Evia's gaze.

On the occasion of defeating Basilisk, his fellow humans gathered with him, and then slowly approached the Dark Elf woman and her new face, the Fallen Angel.

The sight is instantaneous but doubles with her past memories.

Companions gathered there when the Demon King was not the Demon King.

The only one in line with a man who wasn't the Demon King.

"Hmm."

without remembering the end.

She severs her mind.

Evia returned to work leaving behind the shadow of the "two of us" left behind in the scene.

Another side end

……

I had a feeling someone was watching me.

Since there is no malice, the feeling of being left alone is interrupted, and a sigh of relief is exhaled.

Thanks to his gaze, Kaido walked towards me and Zunzun as he turned his shoulders to loosen up his nervous body.

"Senpai! What can I afford to fight normally!? It's almost petrified!! If it wasn't for Nan-chan's backup, what would have happened by now?!

"There must have been a stone statue."

"Let's get this straight!!

"I don't know. I was confident I could handle it."

The words of the Kaido that came out at the top of the opening drifted gently and recalled the shooting situation.

The shooting went well.

Kick off the fish first, then defeat the big basilisk.

With avant-garde imagery, the power would have been as strong as Hollywood.

The hall, which tried to stand out in vain during such a battle, entered the sight of the opponent who said to be careful, so it was subjected to its effects.

"Senpai Kaido, I told you. I want you to stay away from the support range of the Self-Defense Man, and that's how I got my wings to walk 50 meters."

Thanks to this, the last time I spent wasting effort, the mood in the south was oblique, and I complained to the south with a jito eye about the action of the hall, which is not good because I was aggressive in time.

If you're ready, don't talk about what you've done by kicking your basilisk face.

It is a good medicine for the kaido, which is getting a little better these days.

The companions begin to speak with their thoughts beside the sea hall, which is clogged with words against the southern sermon.

"You created the scene of the NG episode exactly as expected."

Yes, but Karen made a little mistake, sir.

Amelia agrees with the Kitamiya who looks at the Kaido with a stunning expression preached by the younger generation, but talks about the shooting earlier while hiding the mouth that became a little smelly and the moon shape with one hand.

"!? Ah, that wasn't my mistake!

Really? No matter how surprised the monster is, Jiro won't be able to help you with the magic development caused by the chanting mistake. "

"Ahh! That's enough! More than that, Amy, you got a good shot, too. You okay?

Mike, who became the guardian spirit of Amelia to ride on it, also talked to Kitami to make fun of it, and felt the bad part of the story flow. She forced her to change the subject.

"Not so worried. I'll see you later."

"I'm a girl, so I won't leave you alone! Win! Come here and heal Amy."

"I see. Let me see Amelia."

Okay, yo.

That kind of conversation is starting to get noisy around me.

In a word, it becomes a water call and the story spreads.

That's our party.

"Good work, Jiro."

"Good work, Lord. Wet towels are ready. Just use it."

"Hell, it feels so good."

"Lord, you smell a little."

"Shut up, I'm conscious."

In the end, the two people who were visiting come closer.

As Suela walks faster, Himiku floats closer and gives me the wet towel in her hand.

Receive it and just wipe your face to cover your whole face with refreshment.

You must have scratched a lot of sweat.

I still felt uncomfortable, even though I still had the leeway to move physically.

Such meticulous attention helps, to be honest.

"Are you done shooting?

"We'll have a meeting at the video editing later, so there's still work to do, but this is the end of the shooting itself. What do you got?

"Yeah, I got a letter from my grandfather, and I was originally here to deliver it, but I was wondering if I'd give it to him before the shoot."

My grandfather is from Moyle. He wrote to me. "

"Yeah, it's probably a contract with the Spirit."

That's how Suela sends a letter.

I took off my hand and left it with Himiku. I finally received it and checked the contents of the letter.

……

"What about my grandfather?

"Looks like we're not getting any closer than we thought. Even if I fail, there are a lot of opinions against performing a ritual that would cause me to contract the highest spirits."

The contents of the letter, which began with the apology text, spelled out the fact that the contract with the Spirit would be extended in a way that would make Ms. Muir feel angry everywhere.

She wanted to apologize directly if it was true, but it was written at the end of the letter that she wanted to root out the story at all.

The walls of the race are huge.

Jiro said it sounds ironic.

"Really?

"Yes, dark elves, vampires, fallen angels, Jiro, who has so many Fae around him, is a little worried about the race walls."

"I'm sure they told me."

"My Lord is a big vessel!

"Why are you so confident?"

At a time of year-end frustration, it is helpful to schedule one fewer event, but complain about it becoming a subtle form of anxiety if it doesn't resonate later.

As I approach the end of the year, I have a hunch that something may happen.

"I hope it doesn't resonate later."

My mouth was so small that nobody could hear me.

One word today.

Quiet and busy in the midst of a storm sometimes overlap.