I Became the Demon Lord and my Territory is an Uninhabited Island

It was supposed to be held in the second village that won the summer festival and boxing, but could you do it in the fourth village just started by the mayor and priest? I was changed to the fourth village in a hurry because I was told.

I guess it's probably a refusal to be pointed out every time the bad taste of food is pointed out, but it's not good to doubt.

And representatives of each village come together, why do I have to prepare again?

For the time being, she works with the women in the fourth village, screaming meaningless souls.

"Mr. Calm, it's a bit noisy."

"But my hands are moving. I hate mass production, I'm sure."

"If you cook normally, do you hear that you are really good? Also make sweets"

"It's all about it. I don't hate to make it in large quantities, but I have to get on it.

The women are laughing and preparing to eat fast.

There is some information and we are asking for the total number of representatives of the village, so there is one more plate for the audience, one hundred plates for the audience, and today's preparations are over, you can leave it to the fry group.

"I'll leave it to you. Ara should be used for soup."

I'm wondering why I'm a preparatory clerk, but that's a weird reason to be good at cooking.

He was sitting in the seat of a great man, a guest or a village chief, but he was entangled by a sister who had beer without any connection.

"It's the final today. If there are two festivals, I'm glad I can drink that much.

My sister keeps mint in her hand and still asks for mojito, so she puts [crush ice] in a cup and pours [carbonated water] over a long table.

"Put your favorite amount of mint, sugar and sake."

The order is messed up, but I'm not too addicted to my sister.

When I turned over the roster and wanted to see who was out, my sister brought a chair from that area and sat next to me. I feel like drinking. Then I turned over the list and found that Iceria was written in the list of participants in the third village, and I saw it twice.

He thought that he was not at the village chief, but sat down as a participant with Mr. Trow even if he did not look closely.

"Huh? @ Iselia also participating?"

I involuntarily shouted out.

"Iseria ... what is it? Who is it?"

The priest and mayor of the second village asked me, so I explained for the time being.

"Hoho, the third village ... It looks like a troy is like a couple."

"I'm from an orphanage and old ..."

"And Mr. Trow has corrected it. Romance."

The head of the village may be looking at Mr. Trow with a terrible look. But. Do you eat a lot when you are on the participant list? Does the Engel coefficient increase? Well, no income or shit yet. I think I didn't usually eat it.

After a while, all the participants ( ) were put on stage. Is it okay not four sets five times or two sets two times?

"I'm gonna start the gluttony finals now. Are you ready?"

When Kitagawa calls out, everyone is holding all at once, and the staff behind is standing by with a slurp.

"start!"

When Kitagawa shouted, the person with the frying pan made a noise and at the same time another person floated the bowl in the water.

The one who stands out is the one from the first village.

"Oops, an angler-type sahagin from the first village has a plate and puts it in the whole mouth! Is the big mouth advantageous after all?"

Kitagawa Norinori. I'm surprised too much. I mean, it's a referee. When I was boxing, I was sick and I guess I liked it.

"Oops, the third village chief Trow hasn't lost!"

Well, it looks like it's fun.

After watching for a while, I notice something strange. Iseria, who is politely eating normally, catches up with Trow and, at a quarter of the time remaining, is lined up with an angler in the first village.

what? Where are you going? There is no noticeable performance, but the plates are steadily increasing.

"Oops. Iseria in the third village has caught up here. No, the pace has not changed from the beginning!"

Kitagawa's commentary raised the venue, causing some American excitement. I wonder what. I've only seen it on the other side of the TV.

Anko increased his pace at Kitagawa's voice and at the venue's Iseria Call, plunged into the mouth with Morimori, and stopped pouring with water.

When I got up, I took out the bucket under my feet and put out a rainbow effect from my mouth.

The venue that saw it showed a big climax, a whirlpool of laughter arose, and a drunk aquatic section man was crying.

"Oops, it's a reverse. This is disqualified by the rules. Angler couldn't aim for a reversal!"

Certainly at that pace, it might have been better than Iseria. But if you vomit it is over. It was good that there was no involvement accident.

Although it has a decent name, it is being fixed by angler. The first impression of appearance is important.

The bowl sank, and the frying pan rang.

"It's Sherry! Stop it there!"

Kitagawa stops and counts the number of dishes piled up.

"As you can see, Iseria in the third village is the winner of the first gluttony!-Interview with the winner right away."

Stop it. Did you just eat with all your might? Can I say something?

"I'm very happy. It was a festival where I could compete with everyone with this kind of body, so I tried a little bit."

A little ...? What do you say when you eat more than 20 dishes? No bottom!

"Are there any secrets you can eat?"

Kitagawa is interviewing at a rate that would seem to be aimed if he had a microphone.

"I don't have a particular thing, but I think that the orphanage's teaching that all the foods eaten is alive. So if you come out one after another, just repeat eating. Afterwards ... you can't eat anymore I don't know how, so I'm able to accumulate-

"Thank you!"

Kitagawa interrupted her words with an atmosphere that she couldn't say any more. It's a very heavy story. It was more guts than I thought. If you look closely, it's not the Third Village All Orphanage. Various darkness seems to be deep.

By the way, it is assumed that the venue has been cleared up and the plan that was being carried out secretly with Kitagawa to some extent will be improvised.

It is a festival that can be enjoyed by relatively older village chiefs. It calls people who played guitar-like things in the third village, sings songs, drinks, and starts a bingo game.

I left Kitagawa with some progress, so I heard that he decided to play the bingo in the finals.

"Well, here is a table with a variety of prizes, but please write the numbers from 1 to 75 on any piece of paper you are going to distribute now. You can write whatever you like, of course. But please write a circle in the middle, and this is a sample. "

Along with Kitagawa's commentary, spread out the numbers written randomly on a large piece of cloth with two sticks.

Well, I think there were some fine rules, but I ignored them for now.

"From now on, I'll draw one piece of paper in this box and read out the numbers on it, so if you have one, please circle it.

Kitagawa stuck his hand in the box, spread the folded paper, read the numbers, and pretended to circle me on the cloth. Repeat it several times.

"It's going to be like this, so be sure to go as you explained, and say bingo when you're all in line. If you're lucky, you can declare it the fourth time. "

On the table are clothes exchange tickets and round-trip tickets for port towns. Beryl wine of several years and fruit wine in Otaru. Other things to put.

Well, it's a small gift, but I'll send a clothing voucher to all the village chiefs later. If you don't wear a little good thing, you have a relationship of dignity, and I'm a little tired of Father's robe.

"Now it's time to get started. Collect all the papers and distribute them in pieces. It's fair. It's fair. Let's start, I'm sorry for the numbers. It's the first piece!"

When Kitagawa reads the first number, it's there! The voice of pleasure shouted, and when the fourth sheet was drawn, a bingo voice was heard by a female voice.

"Is Italia, are you lucky?"

With a smile, I approached the table with the prize on which I was standing and came out of the paper. When I checked it, it was aligned diagonally.

"Sure, it's bingo. Please."

I picked a little thing from the table and brought it to Mr. Iseria, and when Kitagawa drew the fifth piece, she heard a bingo voice of a familiar and familiar woman.

"Is your sister ..."

Until now, he ignored it a little, but he seems to have participated in bingo.

"It's vertical."

When I picked up the paper with a hanging smile, I was squeezing out a few years of beryl liquor, opening it and drinking a trumpet.

"Hmm, this is the season that went around several times .... I'm convinced that Prax-chan put in his power .... I guess I'll pay a little bit ..."

"Sister, I can't proceed a little, so please step back."

I heard a little frightening word, but as I pushed my back and forced it back to the chair, I shuffled the bottle with my hand on my chin and watched the bubbles all the time.

And the atmosphere of the venue was getting more and more exciting, and some of them didn't even have a single line in two rows.

"Hohhoho. Then I get this clothing voucher."

The mayor of the second village became bingo and was happy. Yeah, good. Bingo should be like this and it's fun regardless of age.

"Oh, it's complete."

Kitagawa also became bingo, so she shyly brought her alchemist's night remedy set.

"Hey, I need to do that, because I'm going to catch Nemu, the Demon Demons!"

"No, no, this is to enjoy more nights."

Tea comes from a resident of the same fourth village, but I know. Iseria also brought it in a paper bag. Good luck, Mr. Trow.

And bingo began to appear more and more, the prizes on the table were gone.

"That, Mr. Calm. Do you want them all together?"

"All numbers are skewed beautifully. You're too lucky."

When I picked up the paper and lifted it, it was all superbly bleeding, and I can only tell that it was a terrible probability to do so far.

"Who wrote this number? It's not as good as it sounds. The person who wrote it seems to be a person who sucks other people's luck"

I laugh and shake my head and scratch my head. It looks like you are really out of luck.

After that, Kitagawa borrowed a guitar, gently played all the strings with his thumb, and tuned in a single stroke, producing an idyllic song often heard on acoustic guitars.

"Oh, good. I like this."

The music that you hear in the ranch manager game is calm because I listened well during the drive. I mean Kitagawa is too versatile.

"Speaking of which, Kitagawa was a hero. What kind of music was there?-Please play it."

"That's right?"

When Kitagawa tuned the strings again, he started playing at a tempo that was likely to be three hundred and suddenly screamed.

The atmosphere is smashing ... And it's strangely exciting. Isn't it a problem that the elder priest at this place seems to be younger?