Demon King. That is, King of the Demon Nation. A title that is synonymous with naming the strongest of all the races that crown demons, among those who were born with dark horns and have a stronger magic than other races.
It is a stark lie that in the great old days it was in a hostile relationship with man and spreads itself as an uncluttered, absolutely evil, tyrant of nature that destroys the world by means of a Provaganda flowing from the Empire to various parts of the continent......
It is true that the Demon Nation dwells stronger magic than any other race, and only by naming itself King, the Demon King's power is mighty itself. But they are never savage races or anything like that.
Just like human society, there is a reign, there is a law, there is a position, there is a serene life, and if anything, there is faith in the goddess of the sky. Once hostile to the human race and rarely associated with other races, the Golden Witch, with extensive and deep-rooted connections around the world, has boosted the deal in recent years.
The point is that they are very much the same as species that are deeply involved with humans, such as elves and dwarves. There can be no such thing as brave men and adventurers arguing for demon kings if you're wrong, but there are two shadows that run endlessly around the outer walls of the castle, located in the center of the capital of the demonic kingdom.
One of the two, running through the walls of the castle scattered with sparks with a tall metal sound, was a beautiful gray-haired woman who also deceived the snow.
"Fu......!
"Nooooooooooo!!
It is the White Sword Ghost that the Adventurer Guild prides itself on drawing the sword flashes of divine speed without sound as it runs through the vertical wall to the scaffold, as if it ignores both gravity and the laws of physics. It is Shirley, who is said to beat even the army led by the Dragon King.
And while she manages to take her sword like that by a magic barrier, firing shelling and confusing polar rays is sturdy, producing black horns characteristic of the Demon clan and all-backing long silver hair. He is the head of the authentic demonic kingdom, the Demon King.
"Eat this. No!!
"……… Sweet."
A blade wielded while burning combustible materials such as dust in the air with friction cuts the atmosphere into fine dust, and shells fired from the magic formations that unfold countless times around the Demon King sharpen the castle.
The training station in the courtyard of the castle, where they were fighting for the first time, had been turned upside down by the ground and turned into a huge pile of dirt. Kyle barks toward heaven as he leans Leia, a fellow adventurer who has lost consciousness in a half-baked crossing hallway, desperately peels off the coud with his whole body reduced to the wall like a jail sentence.
"Why... How did this happen!!
The cry of sorrow scattered sadly in the roaring sky. Designed in a conical shape, Shirley and the Demon King each landed on the roof of multiple existing Demon King castles. Even that landing shows its own characteristics, and Shirley is so light that she can't even hear the sound while the stately Demon King steps through the stone on the roof.
"... a strong woman. Why don't you just admit it?
"Isn't that why we should accept facts as facts? If you are a trader, you should be tolerant to that extent."
"That's this line. I always discipline my words and actions in front of the truth. It will be you who do not see reality. The two colored eyes where that magic resides are decorative?
"... you're stubborn. Apparently, it's no use exchanging any more words with you."
"Fuh… I see."
Shirley stands to cross her hands with two curved swords, and the Demon King makes a big spear emerge from space.
"Words are useless. Let me prove it to you in one piece."
"You barked, human. Then let us prove the truth to the best of our power."
And both males jump high. As they hit each other's weapons in the air, the two exalt their beliefs that they can never give way to.
"" My daughter is decided to be cuter - - Ew!!
... Now, why did this happen? Time goes back to the beginning of the summer vacation.
Summer break. It is a long, forty day vacation given to students who have endured the heat of carelessness and continued attending school.
The majority of the kids will play and fall in love from morning to evening with the recoil freed from the curse of classes, studies and attending school in their sleep in the morning. And then, at the end of the summer vacation, we're going to face the hopelessness that we've been unconsciously ignoring.
Yes, it is a summer vacation challenge. The amount of assignments offered in private schools in the bordering city is the long-term equivalent of forty days. If you have ten days left of this, or if it's terrible, you have to digest it in a day or two. When your child's despair, it would be something like throwing a spoon at you already and reopening it, or crying to your parents.
"So the answer would be" but "or a sentence that follows after" in short ". Because that's what the author wants to tell you."
"Mmm...... I see. Okay."
"Hey, Mira. Which one do you think means the same thing as the sentence this line draws?
"Hmm... I think I'm this one."
But some students try to digest their homework as much as they can during the beginning of the summer vacation. Sophie, Tio, Chelsea, Reesha, Mira, and so on.
If you can get your homework done early and intensively, you can play with all the rest of the rest of the holidays at will. If you don't have to rush, you don't have to worry about your parents getting mad at you, needless to say which one you get
The rental room of Villa Taole with air-conditioned demonic props is truly comfortable, as opposed to the heat that spreads with humidity. Compared to studying inside a hot and humid wooden school building, you can say that studying at home is just as good as in heaven.
"... hey, why are we studying even though we're on summer vacation...?
"Ha... ha... I have withdrawal symptoms...! I'm off but I can't play and my hands started shaking......! Come on! Get down, Atashi's right hand......!
".................. supi"
Though Tio and Chelsea and Leisha are quite unable to do so.
The truth is that the three freed from prison called school want to have a free, casual summer vacation. Who the hell likes it and wants to study during the summer vacation? Something that makes me unwilling to do it from the amount of challenges in the first place.
There are more than thirty pages each with a set of arithmetic problems in a common language problem set. Add to that a collection of historical problems, and make posters that appeal for anti-suspicious measures. Not to mention there's even a diary to free research that doesn't seem to end in a day.
It must have been only a matter of time before the focus of the three people who chose planning over the pleasure at hand could be cut off. Riesha fell to the floor with her eyes free of light, with a face like a noble face, and Chelsea desperately restrained her right arm cramped to the point where she felt like some kind of seal was about to be lifted, Tio sat down and went to sleep with her eyes open.
"Already... so last year you cried at the end of your summer vacation, didn't you?
"haha...... that was a tough time then"
Last summer vacation. Even though I'm not very good at studying, Tio, who is serious enough to get paid for school, finished his homework early with Sophie, but I remember Riesha and Chelsea crying with bright white assignments the morning I had three days left until the second semester.
For the next three days, I saw hell involving Mira. The problem set goes through the rough business of filling holes only with questions that can be answered and then answering each other, and last year's free craftsmanship made of clay even formed into thick, short cylindrical pieces and claimed to be cheese.
"But it doesn't seem efficient at this rate, so why don't we take a break?"
As soon as the inferior students sprang up in the words of such a teacher (Sophie), there was a woman who immediately moved into action.
"Oh Shirley, what's wrong with you?
"... to pick up some sweets for a break"
This is Shirley, who listened to Sophie and the others in the living room as they took care of their adventure gear in the room. She leaves the room without a sound and heads to the kitchen for the children who have gone into a break due to a breakdown in focus, and removes the ice cream she made in advance from the refrigerator under Martha's supervision.
"I have ice cream, how about you guys?
"Oooh!? Mr. Shirley, bruise!
Approximately thirty seconds after you leave the room until you come back. Chelsea praises Shirley as she holds a chilled vessel, making vain use of her body as a master of the sword.
"Something's good. I can't believe she's beautiful and even makes sweets. I feel like an ideal mother."
"Eh heh... do you?
"Hmm… I think so."
Shirley, who pretended not to notice such a conversation, can be a little happy inside. Careful, she gave herself up a little so that she could gaze at the children as she manipulated her expression so that she could not understand it.
"What do you think, if it's an assignment?"
"I guess it's a puffy place. The common language problem set we're doing is going to be over by the end of the day, and with the exception of diaries and free research, it's going to be over within a week."
"Wow, I'm out. Honorable speech!
"Beh, it's nothing, right? Because if you do it right, it's really going to be over in about that."
"Sophie...... did you know no one could do it that way?
Tio enlightened in a weird direction. When she hears the word "free research," she leans her head at the idea.
"But free research. What's up? I don't know what to do because I didn't have one last year."
"Oh, if that's the case, I wonder if that's those kids' growth record or something?
At the end of such Mira's gaze, the bluefeathered ghost bird Beryl and the redfeathered ghost bird Rubeus peck a cold dairy treat with fierce momentum. These two appetizing birds who eat what they don't think very birds will eat as if they were possessed by something are artificial spirits who have exchanged magic contracts with Sophie and Tio, respectively.
Though these two have triggered the twins to wake up to an alien, as a bodyguard they are very good and have retreated several times from the bad guys and the reluctance of having troublesome personalities, beginning with Gran. Mainly with beams or beams that have been reduced to not die.
Two of them transcend the logic of such an organism. Sophie shakes her head sideways, although it may not be a bad subject for free research.
"Wouldn't that be better stopped? Basically, if there's nothing to it, I'm eating and sleeping, so there's not much change in the report."
It's basically Beryl and Rubeus who seem distracted by swallowing, except during errands and errands. If you eat bait, you sleep, and if you eat, you sleep. Free research aimed at two people who are living their lives will be something that really doesn't taste good. Expecting an emergency can be problematic.
"……… Hmm."
Shirley sinks into the ocean of thought before the children who bother her her her head with truly troublesome challenges. Is there anything just right for Sophie and Tio, and is there anything I can do? The White Sword Ghost had a hunch that this would be a summer challenge as a mother.