Well, I did it today and in the Demon King look. Alliance Reception Room.
There are already people outside who would like to see each other in a row, and they should be interviewing each other from now on.
No, it was yesterday today, and the reactions around us were bigger than usual, and they really were all momentum to lay low on the ground, weren't they?
Especially the most heavily influenced were the Advocate Demons, which were also women.
Is it a kind of dream to have you pick me up like that, after all?
I think it was more of a violence than a romance.
"Goto, this one's ready. Get me the first one."
"Aye, sir. Come on in."
This time again, my assistant has a human, Mr. Goto, standing by.
At first, the guild chief here did. That's what I did, but it's a whole lot more convenient to put a Goto on the side that doesn't have power.
Okay, I'll drop my eyes on the roster at hand again. At first, he's a demonic man entrusted with the management of crops around here.
Preliminary reports allegedly lowered the quality of crops distributed to humans, but who they are.
Honestly, as far as this report and the roster go, all the followers of Arkham are just like this. It comes as a pioneer when I think I'm going to have to meet everyone from now on.
Like this, can't you just gather a bunch at once and have a drink and do something about it?
I beg your pardon.
"Get in."
First thing to remember, then, let's say it.
"... I'm starting to feel better that I've disposed of them all already"
"I agree, but it won't work either. He always says the same thing."
Thank you. Every time I see one of you, my mental strength is severely shattered. Twice, I'm depressed.
Something's wrong. They all say the same thing.
"We were forced to obey him! But from now on, under Master Caivon, we will rise to the rank of the Demon Nation and slowly regain control of this continent -"
"Apparently, Master Caivon is not enough people. Make sure you get the person under my umbrella. That way, you don't have to rely on human beings like this."
"Master Caivon seems to have a real wife named Lace, but what do you think? My daughter is a concubine. No, for fun."
Any slight difference, this was just silly.
Of course everyone stops talking there and we keep them waiting in separate rooms.
I think I'll wrap it up for the last time because it's a real hassle.
And I'm the last of the people who think there's a problem next...
"... that sister brother's mother. Did you say Rose?"
Lue said you were the person who served as your boss, albeit temporarily?
Positioned to bind the maid, they later chased the mansion and put it in the same dorm as the average servant.
After that, as I asked Ginia in the dungeon, she dumped the kids and went back to the hall.
Honestly, my impression has already gone negative through ○.
It's just that if there's a special circumstance -- yes, for example, if you were stigmatized and resented, you wanted to get your kids out of the mansion.
"... Next, come in"
"Yes, excuse me"
A strangely glossy voice was heard from across the door.
What? Here.
What's this? What is this disgusting feeling that even Arkham is Xia?
Oh, well. Is this because, in one way or another, it's disgusting to be near my world?
So do you feel so sick and angry?
"So why don't you keep me beside Master Caivon?"
"... Speaking of which, you had two kids"
"Well! Have we met yet? If you care, please use your daughter. It's dawn of training, and a man is an unknown biological daughter."
To sum up, here's what he's saying.
'Anyone can be strong. Let me smoke sweet juice. I'll give you my daughter, too.'
I can't save you. It's more troublesome than the rest of us for thinking purely of our own interests.
"What's my son going to do?"
"That still draws the blood of that man, so it could be a force of war...... Oh, if you can't stand the blood muscles of that man, dispose of all your daughters and get new -"
"Okay, that's enough. Wait in the separate room."
You look dissatisfied because you got blocked in the middle of the conversation, but you twisted what I said 'okay,' Rose exits the room looking happy.
... I want to blow up the waiting room for them like this because their mood dropped to freezing at once in their current interactions.
However, there is no reason to cut it off on its own, and it does its job well.
I don't know how to convince you, but should I make it look appropriate?
"That was pretty intense, sir..."
"Goto, are you a nobleman or something now?
"No, it doesn't look like it. It looks like the man in power in the hall who gave birth to Arkham just put him in this frame."
"Well, then it's just right to show off."
"... do you want to turn it off?
"Depends"
For one thing, would you like to do something like a speech for everyone?
How many people can brainwash with that depends first.
What if it's a brainwashing speech that contains plenty of unconfirmed lies?
First, review the composition of the abilities for purposes other than combat for a long time.
It's time for some useful abilities outside of combat.
[Intuitive]
[Five-Sense Enhancement]
[Double Ability Effect]
In the meantime, these three would seem to be effective in interpersonal terms.
Little talk, blurring, and what you think inside comes through.
If there's an ability here that could be even brainwashed, it seems like we can solve anything without fighting anymore.
Doesn't anyone have one, that kind of ability.
Meeting room for large meetings, in the guild.
Now I'm on my way alone to talk to the followers of Arkham who were put in there so they could push me in.
Exactly, I don't want people to ask me as much as I can because I'm embarrassed.
I often see people giving speeches in front of TV and the public, but I can't really imitate them.
Whatever you want to say, I don't have the courage to publish something like that 'cool set of lines I thought' that would be a little bit in everyone's ears.
Honestly, even this figure is critical to my embarrassment about what I'm going to do, so I'd like to seal the Demon King look for a while when this one's over, at least until I'm off this continent.
"Well, let's go then"
Enter the room without even knocking.
Come on, I've been kept waiting and I've been dazed. Together, I instantly stretch my spine and stare at this one.
In the meantime, I head to the front of the room, somewhere like a lecture hall, and I open my mouth.
"... let me say it first. If my friend Oink doesn't ask me to do this, I want to kill all of you here and now."
That's what I say with intimidation to activate the opening 'Teller Voice' to seal the target up.
Originally a move that has the effect of paralysing an adversary who is hostile, but I have found that pure fear alone solidifies us together in our hands.
Who leaks the sound of throats, teeth trembling, trembling, and screaming.
They're all coming through here by abilities.
"Fools who don't understand the existential significance of the Demonic Nation and don't even realize that they are trying to go back to a time when all once hated and persecuted... How comfortable would it be to prune that rotten thought of the Clan Party now"
He wraps a black flame with no heat behind him and gradually increases the scale of that flame.
I twitch and tremble to get closer to the people I'm looking at so I can hunt them down one by one.
You'll want to escape, but the door should already be locked from the outside.
"You will not even know why demon kings were worshipped in ancient times and how they recognized the existence of our demons. What you do may invade and lose."
All right, Dad, I'm gonna show you a story.
"The Age of Tai Ancient, the Age of Divine Slavery. Our demons were claw bouncers. from those who jealously and dangerously perceived the superior demonic guidance knowledge and its technical skills."
I'm not even sure there was such a fact.
"And from those who gained efficiently strength from our demons and were jealous of growing fast, they have also been clawed."
Source A worldview discussion thread for a giant internet bulletin board.
I never thought you'd come here and this would help. Thank you, unnamed critics.
"But still, we were accepted, and we were able to walk together because the ancient demons didn't give up and decided to always lean in, and..."
Trump card.
Lue was saying, weaving the legend of the divine slavery, the myth.
"In the age of legend, does anyone know the legend of a swordsman who ended his divine slavery?
Lue knew, but that "Legend of Swordsman Caivon and his people defeating the Seven Stars" was treated like a pretty old fairy tale, and now he doesn't even communicate that name firmly.
Oink also seemed to know, but that's why she traveled and walked in search of a human being in the same situation as she once was, and that's when she was able to know.
Said it was Sardis continent that could have known about it?
My guess, the closer it is to the Fastrian continent, the more legends and myths that once existed.
Lue knew the myth because he lived a thousand years before the effects of the divine slavery still lingered in colour. There is a point to be made.
No one has ever reacted to it, even though I've called it scattered 'Kaivon' to think about it, and it's natural if you think about it?
But this time I dare to use it to pedal my former hero.
"The swordsman was not a human. And he wasn't even an inferior elf by force. You see, the swordsman was the demon before he was called the Demon King."
To that proclamation, everyone who was finally tied to fear speaks up in surprise.
Some look incredible, while others snort deeply about whether they were convinced or not.
Follow this flow. I just have to ride, on this big wave.
"The man is an undisputed hero who prevented the end of the world with his fellow humans, elves, and sent down God. This is how the Demon Nation was accepted now, because the man focused his efforts for the world and for all the people."
Shit, it's embarrassing to die to yoke about yourself.
This is the one I can never tell Oink or Dahlia or Shun. Embarrassed at the level of extinction and death.
But the demons who do not know this suspicion are gradually starting to believe the false legend I speak of, and blurring their faces as they reflect on their previous deeds.
"You defile, paint, and trample upon the feats of the Demon King you believe in. If I was that person, I'd be eating up every soul in this place right now. With that in mind, remember what you told me today. And think about what we should do now."
That's right. At the end of the day, I say it off, and I look around at my face.
What you hear is the sound of rough breathing and whimpering, and faint trembling.
What comes through is everyone's remorse and self-restraint, and fear.
I left the conference room behind while everyone blued.
But then again, I blued my face.
"... how long have you been there"
"You were talking pretty loud, weren't you? Boom."
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa"
At the end of the door, an oink awaited with a nasty grin.