Labyrinth Restaurant

"Ah, Demon King, this is our seat."

"Hi, thank you for waiting"

The mouth of a night that has already fallen.

It was not unusual for this hour for me to have a demon king.

A corner of the square facing the boulevard of the labyrinth city.

A number of simple wooden tables and chairs are arranged so that you can eat the dishes and drinks you have bought at the restaurants around you. Is it like an impromptu beer garden?

There is a fuss that sooner or later a perfectly done drunk is stretching to the ground or singing a glass of alcohol with one hand.

I don't know who started it first anymore, but in the near evening, the kids from the surrounding restaurants are bringing spare tables and chairs from their respective stores to make this kind of food and beverage space.

In this case, customers who want to drink quietly are in the store, and customers who want to make noise can easily be separated by drinking outside, and most importantly, they save time cleaning drunken diarrhea and dealing with troublesome tangled liquors, so a large store is cooperative.

"I heard the story, but it's been busy for a long time."

"Oh, because there are so many rough people. Anyway, here's to you first."

Surrounding the table are Gard, Alan, and Dan's, a regular trio of men.

The Demon King has also joined us here, and this time it is a rare gathering of only the men.

"I didn't really have a private relationship with the Demon King's husband, but sometimes this would be nice, wouldn't it?

Dan takes a bottle of barley wine (ale) out of the bottle because he thinks he bought it for a mountain before he came here and pours it into the Demon King's glass. The puffy, bouncing bubbles swelled and stopped just before it overflowed from the glass of hooch.

"Ha ha, some stories I can't do without a bunch of women."

"It's in public, so I'm not very eggy. The bottom story is nasty."

Gard is laughing gahaha and Alan is stabbing the nail in the foreground.

Sometimes it's because sweet things, not alcohol, are the main thing in the usual Demon King's shop, but Gardo is also concerned and weighs himself a lot.

If you're completely drunk, you'll forget this kind of advice, etc., but while you're still conscious, Gardo will also protect your moderation... maybe.

"Well, let's start pumping. Cheers!"

"" "Cheers!

The elderly (in fact, the Demon King is older, but atmospherically) Gardo took the head of the toast and everyone on the spot glazed with momentum.

"I've got this for your knob."

"Oh, I've been waiting!

Removed from nowhere and arranged on the table by the Demon King was a golden combination of salted boiled edamame and a knob called karabage. Other than that, there are grilled chicken yakitori braised pork yakitori that Alan and Dan bought in advance, and the table is filled with dishes.

"You're a handsome pig. Sauce is soy sauce, alcohol, ginger and garlic...... do you even smell like fruit?

"Come on, let's forget about work as long as we're drinking."

The Demon King has done an analysis of nature and the flavoring of boiled pork, and Gard is stunned by it. Maybe it's a kind of occupational disease.

The demon king took the edamame he brought with him to the first room and carried it to his mouth.

The beans in the saya pop into your mouth along with the petty, pleasant feeling of putrid, with a hint of salt air and the flavor of beans reminiscent of the richness of the earth.

So when you pour in the barley with momentum, the refreshing bitterness mixes with the edamame finish, a delicious taste that doesn't even bother you. The barley was a little warm, but that's another nasty thing too. Thanks also to the smoothness over your throat, your hand will stick to the next bean.

"Oh, that sounds like a nice drink."

"Sometimes it's good to do this."

"The grilled chicken over here is delicious, too. Let's keep going."

Usually because of his position as a cook and guest. He was a polite tone at first, but the way he spoke grew a little softer, either because of the power of alcohol or because he began to grasp the sense of distance as an equal friend.

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The type of alcohol was barley as well as wine and honey.

It's also interesting to see how those drinks go with the knobs in order. Nature and alcohol also increased, and the three faces, except the Demon King, became red like ripe tomatoes. Only the Demon King doesn't know if he's drunk by the looks of it, but he still seems to rap without a heart.

"--So I turned around because I heard footsteps in the hallway of Demon King's Castle, and no one was there. No one's seen Alice walking across the corner, and that must be a ghost."

and more, and showcasing the monstrous conversations I've experienced.

The story itself didn't have to be scary, but just at the time it was finished, the blonde hair that looked familiar in the building window behind the Demon King looked chilly and the spines of the three frozen, but it's sure to be safe because it's harmless.

In a world where there are normally ghosts, nevertheless, it seems common with the planet that a living person (stalker) of a worse nature is scarier than a dead person.

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"By the way, who's my husband after?

"What's the aim?

"No. Hey, it's up to the girl, isn't it? There's a lot of cute kids in the store."

When there were fewer and fewer snacks left on the table, Dan, drunk enough to turn around, asked the Demon King that question. It's a classic topic in guys only drinks, but it also gives birth to a variety of delicate issues. I can't talk to you very nicely.

At the same time, the crate that was placed at some point right behind the Demon King shook in a gutter, but this time nobody noticed because of the dull judgment with alcohol.

"Oh, yeah."

The Demon King puts his thoughts around the women around him as he sips wine with his little one.

I slowly tasted the sourness and slight tannins of the grapes that irritated my tongue, and when I drank it I mouthed one answer.

"Yeah, we're all good kids, right?"

It's hard to tell if you're saying it naturally or deluding your heart, but the Demon King didn't say a clear answer. Gard and Alan, who were listening in silence, are also clapping out.

"No, no, that's not what I'm talking about... So this kid's the type, don't you want to see him?

"Type...... right"

"By the way, I'm the type with big tits."

Dan assured me manly. Gard snorts and agrees with me when I hear that, and Alan, a relatively common sense man, is grinning bitterly without answering.

The Demon King now thinks as he bites a chilled karaoke. It doesn't freshly fry, but even if it gets cold over time, it will make it tasty. I thought as I tasted the chicken gravy and rinsed off the fat in my mouth with the alcohol that was left in the glass before answering.

"I might prefer longer hair"

My hands were popping out as I butched through the sides of the crate behind the Demon King to decide to gut pose, but no one noticed because there were only drunks around anymore. I'm sure they thought it was a hallucination.

"Um, but the girl who's in and out of the Demon King's shop has a long hair, right?

That's what Alan pointed out to the Devil King's taste.

Alice, Lisa, Shinko, Eliza, Time, Lime and, more recently, Freya and Irina have long hair among the women who often go in and out of the store. The exception would be about May and Angelica. Even if you skip lime at your age, you can't identify it with this, etc.

The hand in the crate behind him, who was setting the guts pose, also lost his energy and pulled back into the hole again.

"Is there anything else?

"Right...... oh, I like kids who eat rice looking delicious"

"That's everyone, isn't it?

The Demon King, who gave the following answer, has just entered Gardo's point.

Almost everyone involved is either a restaurant employee or a regular, so it's only natural when it comes to eating deliciously.

Topics like this are fun things to flirt with and guess who likes who somewhat. This kind of ambiguous answer alone makes the air of the place thrive.

Even if the Demon King wasn't willing to do that, it somehow nearly turned into a white air, but here Dan spoke up.

"Then I'll change the question. Zubali, Dairy or Ass?

Once again, it's a classic question, but now we've attacked it with two choices. This is expected to be somewhat exciting, no matter which way you fall.

"I'm a chest, by the way."

"I'm a chest too, no, my ass is fine with my ass. Wait, I don't even want to throw away the thick mob."

"I... my clavicle, its"

Dan, Gard and Alan answered in turn from before.

I doubt much about the significance of the two choices, but the fine parts around it seem to be getting better because of the alcohol going around my head.

Besides, in this stream, the Demon King also has to answer which part of the woman he likes. There was also a slight leak out of the crate I had behind me that swallowed the saliva with tension. As an example, no one noticed.

The Demon King, often silent, eventually slowly opened his mouth, rarely for him but a little shy.

"I 'm--"

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Late in the night, when the date was about to change, the Demon King returned to his shop. I smell puffy and alcohol from all over my body because I've been talking dumb to guys drinking scattered after that women's banned fetish exposé competition.

Welcome back, Demon King.

"I'm home, Alice. That's a different haircut today."

"Yeah, just a change of mood"

Immediately Alice picked me up, but for some reason she's ponytail rather than her usual hairstyle, and I see a beautiful nod (...) that is usually hidden.

"The usual hairstyle is good, but it looks good on you, too. Yeah, cute, cute."

"Oh yeah...... hehe, hehe"

"Um, there's wood chips on my clothes, but is something wrong?

"Oh, that's crazy. Where did it come from, ho ho..."

Alice's hair and clothes had fine wood chips attached to them for some reason (...). Why are you putting stuff like that on when you should have been in store the whole time?

No, it's something strange, too.