He Didn’t Want to Be the Center of Attention, Hence, after Defeating the Demon Lord, He Became Guild Master

The mansion was sometimes planned for use by the Duke's family, and the master's room was suitably luxuriously constructed, divided into guest rooms and bedrooms, as well as a costume room and study.

"Master, what kind of alcohol would you like?"

Beatrice serves the menu. I know what kind of liquor there is, but as a woman, I'm sure she wants to entertain me as much as possible.

Well, now and then, let's make it an Amritia. I think they both like it. "

"Eh... are you sure? The spirit life liquor in the brewery now is said to be comparable to the same amount of gold one drop at a time."

"If you leave it without drinking, this label of Spiritual Life will not change its taste or potency for more than 50 years. There are more varieties that we can age, but we haven't seen them yet."

Even 50 years old is worth what Beatrice says, and people in magical professions want it so much that they can get it out of their throats. Giving a customer a drink in order to fulfill a request is also a valuable item that cannot be tasted.

However, they worked well at today's dinner party, and Verlaine seems a little hard-working, so I would like to try my best.

"Mmm... spiritual life liquor. It's definitely my favorite... but if you let me drink something like that, I'll owe your husband a great deal again."

Verlaine keeps her maid's clothes and her headdress. When I finished my work, I always went back to black elves at night, but I stayed white (high) tonight.

"When you first came to my shop, who told you to serve the tallest liquor?

"Mh, mmh... I thought it would be enough with you. It was an unexpected accident when the metal used as the currency of the demon kingdom was worthless in Albain....."

"Because it is a metal that can accumulate magic, I think it can be exchanged for Albain's currency as a specialty. I think it would have been more valuable if the alcohol had developed."

"Is Alchemy developing in Elsein? Indeed, the Dragon Knights were quite well equipped."

I don't care much about my gear, so I only use unnamed swords. Now that I can copy the sword sperm, I no longer need to have a real sword.

But in the sense of possibilities, we should also focus on improving the equipment when enemies more than "snakes" appear. I'm the only one at the party who mostly uses just leather armor.

"... after I was attacked by my masters, I was told to retaliate against Albain in Japan, but I could only suppress that voice by force. The demon kingdom cannot be won by the total number of defeated opponents. But if I had been able to bind the country a little better, I would have been able to trade with each other by now."

What Verlaine has to say is that Albain and Elsein are mutually exclusive, so if we can trade, both countries will be rich.

I think so too, but I've been watching as I think I'll stick my neck in the negotiations between the countries. But from the other side, they came out to move the relationship.

"If the Demon King takes his place, he won't attack all of a sudden because of Verlaine's influence. Well, don't get too sick. I've been challenged by Julius, but I'm not going to war. I'll roll it in a good direction."

"... is that okay? Master, I don't want to be on the front page... but I can't let you do something unintentional."

"If I really don't mean it, I'll try my best to escape. I have an idea and I'm moving this time, so I don't have to feel sorry for anything... well, I'm not serious today."

I handed Beatrice the glass to Verlaine, and I unplugged the spirit spirit spirit spirit liquor and filled her glass in half.

"... the colour is clearer than what I drank before. And... what a wonderful fragrance..."

"Just inhaling the fragrance makes my magic... ah, it's hot... Master, my body..."

"Does Beatrice have a strong stimulus when it comes to magic. Then you can blend it."

"No, no... that's why I'll leave you to it. Ah, well, first of all, just a little... I'm so afraid of even a bite."

Beatrice takes my cup in fear. And staring at the alcohol poured with blue and golden eyes - it's already a drunken expression.

"Well then... Master, the demon king... no, from Verlaine..."

"Fufu... there's no need to decide the order. It seems that we are trying to corrupt your husband by praising him... when he calls us both."

"I'm not going to be that stupid, but it makes sense."

"... will Verlaine be called 'Dear Dick'?

"No, no... why don't you just throw it away? I can't even calm down when the Demon King calls me in honor."

Unfortunately, I think you're saying too much or too much right now, but Verlaine wasn't stunned and smiled in a good mood.

"I want to upset you even more if you say so, but I can't think of a more respectful way to call you Master, so I'll give you a break."

"Why are you so good at it... I don't care. Good luck today, anyway."

"Good work, Master, Verlaine."

Hmm.

In front of Beatrice, it feels subtle that Verlaine regains the pride of the Demon King era. But the tone was like this, but the way to drink alcohol was better than any of the customers who came to the store.

"Nh... the taste that seeps through the inside of this body. A trance that no other alcoholic beverage can get... it's the source of life."

"It's delicious... but it's really thick... just one bite and my body..."

Beatrice's pale skin became slightly red. What a cute technique to put your hands on your hot cheeks to cool them off - and I seem to be a little loose because of the alcohol too.

"Phew... I've never put such a dense magical liquid in my body."

"Mm... speaking of which... Master dared not supplement his magic with medicine and food... is it true that Master is a splendid man?"

"No, I'm not going to do that. Beatrice says it's a good way to do it....."

"... did Master not understand? The first time I put my skin together on a mattress, my heart rang like a bunny in a mountain. I will divide the magic equal to life, so I will serve you as you are naturally required...."

"Hmm... you still gave me that kind of magic. How did Beatrice feel about your husband at that time...?

"Hey, are you drunk already?... I don't know what that feels like."

It's not as drunk as this, but it's easy to get around when you're tired, not to mention that Verlaine is drunk if it's a spirit life liquor of fifty years old.

She put her mouth on the glass with her wet eyes, and when she drank the spirit life liquor, she changed her feet to look at it. I can't see anything because the skirt is long, but I usually feel twice the color in everything - is this the true meaning of the former demon king?

"... Master's heartbeat was as fast as it first touched my skin, and soon calmed down. I'm sure that's how you've been restrained."

"I don't want to hear that. Master, as he said, is it important that you never get to know a woman deeply..."

"Kh... is that so important? It's not as important as that....."

"It's important to me. You need to know one thing about the fort you're about to break down."

Verlaine's eyes are closed. At first, I rolled over with the body to do anything to get the talisman back from me, but maybe you've been worried about my female experience for a long time.

"Wow, I just... I can't understand because you're still sleeping next to me."

"... are you sure? Isn't it because your husband lost consciousness in his hand and if he noticed, it would have been in the morning?"

"That's right... there shouldn't be any such thing. Master, how are you?

"I won't do anything to the Guild. Besides, it's not good to see people like that. Cody was watching out for me, and the trust I built won't break... can you understand that?

"You didn't answer the question. I'm asking if your husband is a virgin."

"Gu... what if it is? You think I'm saying something great? That's a little compassionate for my people... hmm?

I deserve not being a woman, and I don't deny it even if they say it's bullshit because it's a matter of my enthusiasm, but somehow the eyes of the two of them have changed. Not in the wrong direction - rather happy.

"... I see. I think I've heard about it before, but I'm glad to see it again...."

"Master... even if you are admired by women, you are cherished as a companion and friend. When I think about the demon King Crusaders, I don't think it's too much....."

"Well... I don't think you hate me, but... no, that's why I'm going to get mad when I get on my nerves."

"Fufu... it's hard. I'm glad to be valued by your husband, but you'll be in a hurry if that's all it takes. Just as I am....."

--That's how Verlaine relaxes her chest. Phew, with a distressing breath, he drank a sip of Spiritual Life and stood up.

"... I'm so glad you thought of me about my brother. How do I convey this gratitude... I keep thinking about it."

"Mm, you're opening your chest too much... for now, let's do it..."

"This is what I do because I can see it. It's Dick's fault... because he makes me feel so happy..."

Is that referring to the question just now? I've heard that women like experienced men, and I thought so too - apparently, it wasn't everyone.

"Master... I haven't been drinking at all. Isn't it delicious with us....."

"No, that's not true. It tastes delicious without complaining, but I think it would be better if I drank it little by little for a longer time...."

"... how about we let your husband drink it?"

Occasionally, I have seen lovers come to the store drinking on anniversaries and other occasions - a mouthful of alcohol.

After all, Beatrice takes a seat and tries to do it with Verlaine.

"Well, wait, both of you... all of a sudden..."

"... nnh..."

The pretext of letting them drink by mouth is that they are about to kiss. Of course, there's nothing you can do to respond to either of me - while you're still moving, you feel soft on your cheeks simultaneously from both sides.

"Nh... fuu... your husband is still kind..."

"You think I'm still early... I have to do more for my master and polish myself..."

"... I've done enough boldness... * giggle *..."

"... you can't stop talking like that... and Beatrice..."

"Yes... just a little more..."

(If you don't kiss me with your lips... there's no problem so far...)

Even as you are aware, they keep kissing you on your neck. When the Demon King and one of the children of the Six Magic Gods do this, it feels like they're sucking blood.

"Fufu... it's quite pleasant. I didn't expect to see such a lovely master....."

"Yes... I'm going to get addicted. Don't tell anyone else....."

If everyone else finds out I'm doing this, they're going to distance me from you - and they're going to have to stop me. It was too sweet to clean up because of the alcohol.

"... it's like I'm not telling you... what am I supposed to do?"

"To keep our mouths shut, I just need you to show me a little more of your lovely master... so that we can temporarily fill up."

"... I'm almost as thirsty as you are. Is Master Verlaine okay?

"Let's just say there's no problem. If your husband doesn't live with me anymore, I'll be in trouble...."

Verlaine holds my head while saying that.

If we get back to our lives now, can I stay in the dark? There seems to be no reason for restraint anymore.

"Ah... I wonder if you can make such wild eyes... don't be surprised, it hurts my chest"

"Dear Dick... ah... why are you Dear Dick...?

And when you ride provocation, you two are cowardly on the contrary. Both Verlaine and Beatrice, who opened their chests themselves and turned bright red, would be the object of more protection for me than a woman.

--Of course, that's an excuse for me, and since I was kissed on my cheeks, it's been decided that I won't be able to sleep much tonight.

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Verlaine and Beatrice, who had been drinking, changed their clothes in the costume room and were told to wait, so they could not escape and welcomed each other - they were both wearing huge sleeping clothes.

"... if you try to seduce me too much, I'm going to be distracted. But I didn't give up."

"Does your husband want to call you back? In that case, I'll help you....."

"Ah, oh no. My body got a little burned up with alcohol, so I'm getting cold at night."

"Hmm... so I'll rest with Beatrice? When will my ambition come true, even though I wanted to hold Master and make him a pillow?"

"Even if I get embarrassed tomorrow morning, I can't take responsibility... bye"

"Good night, master."

Beatrice sent me, but Verlaine remained stubborn. I'm sorry, but my patience is seriously at stake if I'm put in a pillow right now - because alcohol is spinning around.

(I didn't know how to get drunk with spirit life alcohol because I don't usually drink it...)

I'm not just going to have a sore drinking banquet, such as being allowed to drink such alcohol by mouth. Even if I was kissed on my neck, it doesn't seem to change my impression.

It is dangerous to take a bath when I am drunk, but I sweat while they are holding me.

I was expecting to stay, so I went to pick up the clothes I left in the guest room. I have my clothes in the costume room, but I can't dress up to pick them up now.

Even though the number of lights decreased at night, the magical candlestick lights the hallway to some extent. Looking out the window, the sky was clear and the moon and stars were well seen.

There is a legend called "The Living Star", which is spread across the continent. Inside the stars floating in the sky is a mixture of incarnations of God moving by their own will, watching over humans on earth.

My eldest sister, who told me the story, said that if I found a living star, I would make a wish, and when I saw a meteor, I made a wish. My younger sister is of the opinion that the meteor will soon disappear, so it is different from the living star.

(... that might not be just a legend. Nothing can happen in this world, now that I know that)

I told my brother and sister that I would talk about souvenirs when I got home, but how much would you believe? I wrote that I had defeated the Demon King, but the wrong answer came back to me: "If you're alive, come back."

Verlaine's brother may have acted with those feelings. As far as I'm concerned, it's just a little bit, but I don't know how you feel.

But if I go out in dragon battle, if I go out in a mask, what should I call it? It is not my intention that Duke Solver's name will become famous any more - I created a pseudonym because I don't want it to stand out, but what happens when the pseudonym becomes famous?

Would it be necessary to tell His Majesty the King that there is another name to be made and that it is a battle between the representatives of the country? With the help of Cody, I will have His Majesty the King nominate one of the masked salvators (that is, me) as the representative of Dragon Ride.

When I decided on my future plans, I felt lighter. I open the door to my room and go through the living room to the bedroom - and...

"Suu... suu..."

"Suyaya....."

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Miralka, Eileen, and Cody were asleep. I wonder if Cody is sitting on the floor and sleeping.

I think I've been drinking since I got back to my room, and there's a bottle of wine and a glass on my bedside chest. I forgot to change all my clothes and fell asleep in each of them.

(If you leave it like this until morning, you'll catch a cold... what will you do?)

I'm used to dealing with drunks. Healing magic is almost the only way you can use it because you have to put your hand on your stomach to drain alcohol.

It is impossible to change clothes, so I will put on a blanket for now. First, I get close to Eileen and think about what I did to her as she fell out of bed.

I thought about it a lot, but it's the quickest way to lift it up. If you're sleeping like this, you won't have to wake up, but Eileen's favorite dress is slit too deep, and even if you're sleeping normally, it's very bad for my education.

While being a little nervous, he put his arm under Eileen's back and tried to lift it up and lower it to the center of the bed.

"Nh...."

(Wow...!

Eileen fell asleep and hugged her. The power was unusual, and I was forced to land my face on a soft object while pointing my hand at the bed.

(Bh....!

"...... Suyaya......"

(What's with all that sleep... and even more...?)

It's like Eileen's chest is shaped like a face - and I don't think she's being pressured and painful. I can't breathe any more than that.

(Using this magic like this... 'Underwater Breathing (Aqua Breeze)'...!

The magic of being able to breathe without breathing in air. This worked perfectly, and I waited for my arms to relax without Eileen noticing me breathing.

(... no, a long time... bad sleep...!

Eileen's legs are moving, making my body a crab. I don't know what to do anymore, but I can't move from here because I'm stunned. It is a terrifying militant instinct.

(And I won't die, but if I go like this, I'll break somewhere in my body...!

"Nhh...."

Eileen seems to have tickled my hair and finally let me go.

The feeling of the chest remaining on the face - when I looked closely, there was something painful and removed on the bed, as well as underwear. It seems that only the upper part was removed.

The size of the melon is so big that it gets in, it makes me doubt my eyes. It's big enough to catch my face - Verlaine probably won't win.

Miralka, who seems to have the same strength as the Verlaine, also took off her jacket and only wore underwear. You can't see the strings even if you're wearing clothes, or underwear without shoulder straps. I think it got hot after drinking it, but I can't face it very directly.

"Shh... shh..."

I wish you could sleep with a blanket on, but my underwear is peeling and I can see a little of my stomach. The fabric is pulled and taken to the chest, so it is not impossible to analyze it. Master also said that it is not good for a woman to cool her stomach.

But what happens if I sleep on a blanket? I wonder if I can use the technique of pulling out the tablecloth without defeating the glass, which is my party technique.

(3, 2, 1...!

Shh, pull out the blanket in an instant and put it on Miralka's body safely. It went well, so I felt like I had done something and wiped away the undamaged sweat.

Miralka seems to have been hot, and she peeled the blanket off herself. And as you raise and lower your trembling chest, you start to rest gently.

My stomach is hidden, so should I be good - I might catch a cold if I have too much chest, but there's nothing I can do anymore. When it gets cold, you'll wear a blanket on your own, and when you get closer and closer, you'll cross the line.

Next time I see Cody, I'll be forced to try again. I think you should take a bath now, but it's delicate to catch a cold after the party. That's why a friend sits on the floor drunk and has to carry it to bed with his chest open after taking off his salad.

"... nh... Dick...?

"Eh... ah, ahh. Cody, you're awake. When you go to bed...."

"Yeah... I was just telling you, the foreigner in this room is Dick... look at the bag there and she says that Irene is Dick..."

"Well, yes, but I can't help it if I'm wrong about the room. I'll go to the other room....."

When I said that, Cody's words broke and he stared at me.

The silent pressure - it's because of the alcohol - is unusual for her to have moisture in her eyes.

"... you used to sleep with me when there weren't enough beds in the inn. Like this... just like old times..."

"Well, that's a little impossible right now... Cody?

Cody goes to bed again. She sat with her back on the bed, but leaned forward and the shirt with the button off was about to roll over.

(How defenseless... when the Knight Commander finds out she's a woman, he'll make a scene. This can't be drunk at a Knights' Gathering)

I don't know if I can show my monopoly with this, and I don't think Cody drinks too much outside of the seat like today, but there's nothing to worry about.

I can put Cody to bed. Even if she's exercising her body, she only feels light on my arm. My chest is open, but I can't hold my hand near it, so I just put a blanket on it from above.

(... what the hell am I doing? Three guardians or something)

I was told to come back to Cody even though my consciousness was cloudy. If I sleep in the same bed in the morning, what would they say - well, I was drunk too, so I don't really remember. It's hard, but it's my nature that I can't ignore it anymore.

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Take out your clothes and go out. Then I saw the light leaking from the other room.

That's the master's room. Since Yuma was absent, I wonder if she is visiting her master at night.

(Ah... I'm worried. What the hell am I doing? I moved around the girl's room, and this is a suspicious person)

I should have cleaned it up and taken a bath because I was talking about something, but I couldn't help it. The combination of Master and Yuma is also unusual, and the fact that the door is open does not mean that I want to keep it a secret - it is troublesome to worry about.

"Master, are you awake at this hour? It's time to go to sleep, or it'll ring tomorrow."

I knocked on the master's room door and then called out. Then, I heard a pleasant voice from inside, and my master showed me his face.

"I thought it was time to come. You ran away from Bear, didn't you? You've worked harder than I thought."

The master is also in a mode of spending private time, putting his hair together in a barrette and wearing a thin gown over his bedtime clothes. It was Yuma who showed her face further from behind, in the same style as Master.

"Good evening, Mr. Dick. Your face is red, but you shouldn't drink.

"Ah, if it sounds like tomorrow, I'll do something magical. It's my fault, because the lights were on."

"You were worried because Yuma wasn't here."

"Don't read my actions. Or so to speak, I led the three of them to the room I was using....."

Master is laughing joyfully. This guy... hasn't changed since he started playing this kind of prank suddenly.

"No... it's not, Mr. Dick. It's a big house, and you're all drunk, so just in case, I think Dick should be with you...."

"Don't worry that there's nothing to be afraid of because you're a Demon King Crusader. It's better to keep security measures in place."

"Well, that's right. Beatrice is drunk too... she'll notice if someone enters the border, and Yuma... hmm...?

I looked at Yuma's face and realized that she was uncomfortable, thinking that if she could detect her soul, she would definitely notice the intruder of the Mansion.

Shortly afterwards, Yuma approached me without hesitation and suddenly stretched out and turned her arm around her neck.

"Hey... Yu, Yuma, what the hell..."

"Hah, I'm totally useless... compared to all of you, Dick, I can't help you anymore, so I thought I had to do something about it."

"Oh, calm down... sure... Master! Don't look at me. Help me!

Dee-kun, why don't you listen to Yuma and Primiere?

Yuma was alone, but there was another inside - and when she noticed, she saw Primiere in the back of the room, hiding her face at night in the Vale.

"What can I do to help Dick? If it is not more useful, you will have fewer opportunities to meet. Then I'll just have to see you in my dreams. I hate that... hiccup..."

Yuma is not crying, it seems that the alcohol she drank by mistake is turning around. I don't know the feelings of the master who doesn't wake up drunk, but I want to take a bath to wash away this agony, but do I have to talk to you about troubles while being entangled in this state of yuma?

Emma is like a sister, but when she's hugged like this, she can't treat her children at all. But unlike Eileen and Miralka, this feels like they're wearing underwear that's gently tightened for growth. If you are hugged from the front, something that shouldn't hit your abs will hit you.

"Yuma, you're very active. Dee, that's what you think."

"Ah, ah. Of course, Yuma must exist....."

"... but even when Dick was hiding in his bath, I didn't notice for a moment. I'm going to miss Dick's soul, I'm disqualified as a clergyman...."

"No, that was bad because I was in a place where I couldn't possibly be... Master, don't sit still because you're afraid of smiling. I wasn't thinking of anything shameful...."

"Dee, what are you doing in such a hurry? I'm not thinking about anything. For now."

I can't even bare my voice that you're thinking about it. There are different kinds of smiles in the master's smile, and now he has a scary smile. After seeing this face, you'll definitely do something, you already know it.

From the back of the room, Primiere tends to wait and see what's going on here. In the meantime, I eased the entangling Yuma, and when I held her like a borrowed cat, I went into the room praying that the trouble consultation would end without incident.