The banquet hosted by Mr. Megido goes on vibrantly.

There is no Crowe or Alice because this is only the first day I gathered a lot of stamps and only the participation of Mr. Megido's men. Well, if that's what you're interested in, it'll be easy to join, but the air around it sounds like a perfect read, and probably won't get intrusive.

With that in mind, Mr. Megido places the cup with the loud noise and tells him to scream.

"... or, hey, here! Osma!! What do you mean 80% pass rate just at Temehe's place! Agni, I didn't put you through anything but kite!!

"Ah, look, they were all working hard. As for me, I can't even go down there."

In response to that word, Mr. Osma, with a smaller cup in one hand, approached us feeling as loose as ever.

Especially since Megido on the boulder seems to use a salutation for his opponent, the tone had changed......

"Ha, Temehe's the same... he just drinks cheap..."

"No - thanks, expensive liquor doesn't suit my skin... hey Miyama. Good luck."

"Ah, yes. Thanks!

Mr. Osma speaks to me in a gentle tone, then sits down with his hips across from Mr. Megido.

"My husband looks like he's having fun. Aren't alcohol faster than usual?

"Oh, today's battle was fun. Drinking goes on, too!

"Well, more importantly..."

After giving her a happy look as if she were about herself, Mr. Osma plays her pussy with her fingers and makes a giant bottle of liquor appear.

Then he holds it lightly with one hand, pours the liquor into Megido's cup, and Megido drinks it up without saying anything.

Somehow, in the soft air, I questioned and opened my mouth.

"Um, Mr. Osma?

"Yeah? What?

"Only Mr. Osma calls me 'husband', not 'Dear' Megido, but does it make any sense??

"Mm-hmm. No, it's just an old habit. It doesn't mean anything."

"Osma is the oldest of my men. I suppose that's what they call me because I was subordinated before I was called king of war."

Mr. Osma seems to be the first distribution for Mr. Megido.

"Heh... speaking of which, I'm sorry if it's something you shouldn't ask. Mr. Osma, why did you go under Mr. Megido's command?

"Hey, Miyama-kun. There's no point in uncovering my uncle's past, is there?

"I'm sorry, because I felt the atmosphere was different from that of the other King of War Five only Mr. Osma..."

"Ha, they say, Osma. He said he didn't have a temper."

"Yes, no, that's it!?

Sure, I don't think Mr. Megid feels like Mr. Osma has any hegemony as he puts it... or that he doesn't feel like "struggle is supreme" like any other king of war subordinate.

That's why I'm also an easy person to talk to as far as I'm concerned...

"Haha, no, well, my uncle used to do a lot of messing up, too. That's about the first time I've ever met Megido's husband."

"Yeah!?

"Well, the results are already spilling... I lost as much as I wanted"

"'Keep fighting seven days and seven nights,' I often say... 'It was mutual'?

"Hey, I still eventually lost, so my husband was strong and I was weak."

Huh? Mr. Megido and I fought each other seven days and seven nights? Is Mr. Osma that strong!? Huh? Where is the story of the weakest of the five kings of war!? Yes, no, well, I didn't think Mr. Osma was any lower than Mr. Kong either... but maybe the strongest of the five kings of war is Mr. Osma...

"What was the demonic world in those days? Much more about slaughter than it is now, and losing meant dying. But Megido's husband didn't take his lost uncle's life, and he told me to go under his wing."

"Oh, I miss you."

"But my uncle was so young back then, well, it was rough anyway. Even when my husband told me to subordinate... 'Don't insult me! If you're gonna subordinate me, you're gonna chop my neck off from behind."

"Oh, oh..."

Mr. Osma cheeked somewhere embarrassed, explaining the words he used to tell Mr. Megido.

"Then what do you think my husband gave back? That already sounds like a heartfelt pleasure. 'Oh, that's exciting! Then I'll leave my back to you!' Right."

"Well, I don't know, it sounds like Mr. Megido"

"... I felt reminded of the size of the vessel."

Mr. Osma can take out his cigarettes while he tells him to enjoy himself somewhere. He lit it with a calm motion and stared at Mr. Megido with a caged eye of respect so that he would miss it somewhere.

I hate to hit you unintentionally, but do you feel like you love being struck unintentionally... sounds really like Mr. Megido.

"Oh, no, you haven't been targeted from behind yet, have you? When are you gonna set me up?

"Haha, I don't feel like that anymore. I fell in love with Megido's husband's life. You want to watch that big back... the only king for me is my husband... when I die, he decides to" protect my husband's back and die "before he becomes king of war."

"... I see."

"Well, I've been totally at peace lately, and it's going to be hard to die. Well, that's why I serve my husband so loosely until this life runs out..."

"Damn, the last thing I need is extra... let's do it the same way"

"haha"

Both Megido, who tells him like he's frightened, and Osma, who smiles bitterly and wears bossy hair... seem happy somewhere and it's been conveyed that they are bound by strong trust with each other.

Dear Mother, Father - I was mostly broken, but I could only find out a little about Mr. Osma's past. Megid is the only king of his own, and the look on Osma's face that speaks of it is sunny, and Megid who receives it seems happy... somehow, the sight was the most - dazzling - of all the subordinates I have ever seen.