Hyaku Ma No Aruji

"All right, the others are back, and for one thing, can I do this?"

Less than a few minutes after Salman waved the frying pan and Melea was twin sister - "Ice King" Mina - several more demon kings entered the kitchen of Startree Castle with a carefree voice.

They greet "O, Merea," with one hand up at the same time as they notice the appearance of the Lord, followed by the opening of the costume box at the corner of the kitchen.

Inside it was the same white fabric apron Salman wore, and they wore it to their bodies with the tricks they were used to.

"It helps to have a pretty good cook."

"If I only did monkeys, I'd be pushing through. This guy's smart as Mariza."

One of our demon kings said that, referring to a sand-haired young man waving a frying pan in front of a surgical flame.

"It just so happens. I wasn't as bad as that originally. - Well, it's a good opportunity, so I've been trying to catch a book or something about cooking for a long time. Find some interesting old bookstores in Lemuse."

Salman answers pale without turning his gaze.

"I can stay in a country like this, so I can calm down and read books. That's quite a survival for me."

And, at the stage of releasing the next word, Salman finally turned his gaze toward Melea.

"But for now, while there are no people, I can do it, but I belong to the Sword. It's a good role to be able to use Demon Fist better. With a little more people, I'd like to leave this to some other better demon king."

"That's right."

Merea gave Salman a nod back to his words.

"Demon Fist is a pretty nasty ability with Demon Fist. It's not like you magicians have a clear ceremony."

"Huh?"

"Some of the Seven Imperial Instruments didn't exist, so it was called, but it flew in a slight direction to the phrase where it became. I guess the one who made it doesn't know what he created himself, either. It would be nice if you could be as easy to understand as the Seven Imperials."

Salman wrapped his sleeves around and stared bitterly at the strange tattoo-like tattoo tattoos on both of those arms.

"Whatever. It's time for us to move."

"- Yeah. Shaw's back, and he might have gotten some information at some dealership. And then the demon kings from Knowledge (Lazras) gather rumors about the demon kings, and if they come back and get some information, I guess."

Melea gives her a thoughtful look and gives it back.

"I can only hope for them."

"At the dinner party today, it's time to put on a big moving math. This one's this way, and suddenly it's a big dispersion problem, but you can't stay motionless forever. Basically, it's this way that I'm trying to do something wrong with my share."

I shrugged my shoulders to Merea's words, as Salman agreed.

Merea sees it and smiles back, continuing the words again. The next look was mixed with something a little dark.

"Well, as far as I'm concerned with the final decision on how to move, until I feel close to certain that I'll be able to send you back safely - I knew I was scared."

Words spilled small as she gently stroked Mina's head, which burst at her knees.

The demon kings, including Salman's help, gave a slight grin by tapping on Merea's shoulder, who had spilled those words before they were in each fixed position.

"When it comes to an expedition to the place where the Demon King is, it starts off as a bunch."

"Yeah. If there are more people, we can disperse them a little bit more. - More people means more demon kings, so it's a hard place to be happy or sad."

"If you care about that, you don't have the spirit."

"Ha, not at all."

Salman made me laugh with his nose and Melea laughed at it too.

So the topic struck me.

"All right, let's go. I have seasoned and pretreated a lot, so do as you should. I'm going to the diner first."

Copy that.

Salman finally stops waving the frying pan, removes the apron from his hips, and sighs.

That's how I pointed my sandy eyes towards Melea, and with one hand I grabbed my twin sister - the root of "Water King" Riina, who was snapping at her hips,

"Take Melea to Mina. Leave them here, they'll only get in the way."

"disrespectful!" "disrespectful!

Copy that.

"Ah!"

Merea held her sister Mina aside,

I'll see you later.

The two spoke to the remaining demon kings in the kitchen and headed straight to the supper room.

From the back, "uh-huh" and so on, the carefree voices of the demon kings that I was accustomed to hearing these days had returned.

"I mean, I thought it was just a matter of guys being good cooks..."

"Pray that the next Demon King who comes here is a very good cook"

To Merea's spinning words, Salman dropped his shoulder disappointingly.

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That evening.

In the city of Lemuse, the demon kings walked their footsteps down the hallway of Startree Castle as dinner specialties and a little opera theatre opened their shops at night began to light the lights.

As we head from the third to the second floor and from the second to the first, the demon kings, each departing from another room, continue to rendezvous.

They were headed somewhere.

Those who go directly from outside the castle to the place also finally join, and a bouncing rush springs up inside Startree Castle.

They're on their way.

"Yes, then I'll have my first supper party in a few days."

"That's light, dude."

"That's not the first time. It's good that it's already happened, isn't it? I hate being tough, too."

"Well, so is that"

Supper room.

It was a room with numerous branched candlesticks (Girandole) and chandeliers hanging similar to a library.

The place is on the ground floor. Mistress.

It is not a poisonous interior of a large hall, but a room colored by a lovely white stone.

On the other hand, the long tables and furniture in that room are sculpted quite flashly, and the carpet covering the scaffolding also has another flashy pattern, which is a lot more brilliant than the upstairs room used for sleeping.

On the left and right of such a long table in the supper room, about twenty demon kings now sat in a sloppy line.

In front of them, brown meat is placed on a plate that gives this fragrance.

The glittering gravy was leaking from the slices of the meat that I wanted to describe until the golden colour glowed, causing the demon kings' stomachs to flutter.

Even though it can never be sumptuous, in addition to meat, there are leaf vegetables and cereal colors, and the food colors are very rich.

"Well, I'd like to exchange information from squad to squad."

Now or now, my voice wore the ears of the demon kings who were suppressing the urge to stick silver dishes in those food colors.

A voice that sounds comfortable and passes well. - It's Melea's voice.

Apart from the Demon Kings, who sloppily line the long side of the long table, Merea sat alone on the short side of the table where they could all see their faces. It is the so-called top seat.

But Merea sitting there nagging with silver dishes in her hands, just saying she couldn't stand it any more than anyone else.

And...

"Let's eat first before we do!

Cheered.

Shortly afterwards, after they had thoughtfully given their pre-meal thanks, they plugged the silver dishes of their hands into the fragrant fragrance.

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"Oh, surprisingly, the red phosphorous serpent is good."

"I got it!

"I know. I know. Elma's not cool."

"Then I'm fooling around!

"Huh? Didn't you want a compliment?

"- Hey, just a little bit"

"Admitted with great speed..."

"Oh, this lamb is pretty good too"

"I took it!?"

"I know. I know. Shaw doesn't hang out."

"I'm not the only one who praises something strange!?"

"Huh? But you're happy, aren't you?

"- Yeah, I don't deny it. And I'm not mistaken because I deduct a penny from the people who put their mouth to it."

"What!?"

"Ha ha! I bought this as a trade item!

"Say it first!!"

"I'm the head of the Wallet."

"Who is it? I gave this guy authority!

"It's you."

The voices of the linked demon kings echo.

The supper room was noisy by example. - But it was never an unpleasant noise.

When the meal begins and twenty minutes have passed, a few of the people who have finished the meal will come out.

But those who finished their meals early never hurried those who were still eating, just waiting in chatter for everyone to finish eating.

Nor were the slow eaters in such a hurry.

Because their long melea was the slowest to eat.

"I was a very, very bad jerk. So once in a while, the delicious soy sauce can be carefully twisted and tattooed."

"Stop saying it in the distance. I'm gonna lose this one."

Salman, who was carrying a drop (drizzled) of gravy in the back about three seats into his mouth, told Merea in a sinking manner before throwing it in.

"It's good to chew a lot, isn't it? We also encourage you as a maid of honor"

Marisa, sitting next to Merea's left, teasing the leaves into a silver dish with her spine correctly pinned, spins them as she adds.

"Huh, I ate. I ate."

"Elma, bite and eat some more."

"Ugh!? Because if the enemy attacks you while you're eating..."

Elma, who was face-to-face with Mariza like that, was suddenly surprised by a sharp pointer flying from Mariza, stopping her hand, which was rubbing her belly, and shook her body frightened.

"Ha..., you still can't get out of the mercenary habit, you are"

Mariza, who forsakes herself about Elma, just feels more like a friend her age than a maid, and doesn't make her feel so hard.

I seem to be good at chilling jito eyes anyway, but the guide. To the extent that I could see some variety in it, I was starting to put forward the diversity of emotions.

"Mmm...... Well, I'm not as good as Marisa."

"I don't grow up so well, either."

"Bye!... What's the difference..."

"Stop crying out loud."

Finally, Salman's sigh followed again, leaving him with an appearance of Elma, who began to roar yeah with tears.

"Well, you've been exterminating monsters outside lately, but I don't know if I can use it to protect them."

Salman says to Elma, who was reaching out deeply for differences in character as a woman, trying to change the subject.

"Oh, yeah, that's what I sometimes think, but this time it's only a request for the people of Lemuse to crusade. After this serpent has already eaten a lot of livestock, thank you."

"Well, there it is. However, sometimes it may be more beneficial to draw in a delicate request for salted plums than to kill them."

"There's Noel too."

It was Merea who pinched her voice.

Merea was spinning her words as she simmered meat as a rodent on her cheek.

"No, no. How's that Noel doing?

Salman puts his neck around him and asks Melea.

"I'm leaving you alone."

"What the hell is that?"

"It's okay, because I'm scattered about keeping it out of sight. At first, I thought I'd move my bunk to the courtyard behind Startree Castle, but I grew up recently. Instead, it's going to make Noel feel cramped, so that's how I took it."

"Something's wrong with how you grew up, Noel. Is that really a regular ground dragon?

"Well, I'm not as excited about the ground dragon, so I've been asked to look it up in the face of Knowledge (Lazras)."

As such, Merea continued to chew (shudder), while shifting her gaze toward Lilium, the head of Knowledge.

Lilium had almost behaved and cut meat with a familiar hand, but once she received Merea's words and gaze, she had stopped that hand and returned the words with a slight inclination of her posture.

"I don't know yet. I can't get around to it. I leave it to the demon kings other than me, but no gain."

"Oh well. Well, it's not an item that needs immediate action, so I think it's okay for the time being to leave it alone."

Merea nods as she swallows what's in her mouth.

"Anyway, the surrounding geography has been taught by the Lemuse soldiers, including the latest situation, and based around it, I have also decided properly how far to go"

"When you hire?

"I'll use Dragon Ringing."

"Dragon Ringing?

"It's a ringing voice that applies dragon language pronunciation. It's like a signal that the Dragons are using it separately for each group. I subtly tone things differently depending on the group, and the variety is so varied that it can only be used between me and Noel, but for once when I use it, it's okay to have this."

"Right."

"But Noel seems free, too. Even if I don't say dragon, I'd really like to let one or two of my friends make it."

"Anything but the Dragon Clan can be a friend to the Dragon. Normal beasts freak you out and stiff. If I suck, I'll faint and flip with a squeal."

"Hmm..., Winged Lion (Griffon) or something?

Merea searched for information on fantasy animals that had piled up in her head in her previous life and poked the name that just came to her mouth.

Salman, by contrast,

"Uh... well, I don't know. You might barely make it."

I give you an extended voice for your thoughts, and then I give you that answer back.

"Are you there?

Melea asked back, feeling such a nuance in Salman's voice. I see a light of obvious curiosity in my eyes.

"There he is. I get stuck in a rare species."

"Humph."

"Compared to the dragon (Railnote), it's quite sumptuous. - There's something wrong with having a grounddragon first..."

Melea said as she watched Salman hold his head funny.

"So if we ever meet such a beastly species from now on, shall we also consider bringing them in? Naturally, it's not forced, so to speak - if it's a shame."

"Right. But then again, it feels like a castle where all sorts of devils gather, not just human beings, so that it really suits a terrible description of Demon King's Castle."

"We'll push it off at Startree Castle."

Melea resolutely says, but Salman let his shoulders shrug with a bitter smile against it.

"In that case, it's a problem to throw in care, so do you want to build a team of specialists again?"

"Like The Demon King's Beast?

"Look, it's finally a noisy name"

"Ha... well, I don't know what a demon king looks like in the first place because it's noisy."

"Different."

"Sooner or later, I'll do something about what each word means."

And when we had that conversation, there was at some point less food left at Merea's disposal.

Melea realizes that, once she cuts the conversation, she throws the rest into her mouth at once.

That's how he moved his jaw and swallowed it after he had chewed enough.

Hands together and spinning "It was a treat," Melea then looks around the faces of the demon kings sitting in line at her desk.

"Yeah, well, we'll talk about it around there"

Show a nod so you can re-compartmentalize the venue.

The demon kings had aligned themselves with such a Melea nod and simultaneously had a serious gaze.

The chatter stopped.

- I'll wait for you. Let's hear the report.

At last, the plenary session of the United Demon Kings (Meer-Nesaia) began.