Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

"Don't get me wrong, this liquor is the price you paid. The other liquor is already on the table, but I haven't had the medicine yet."

Cork is plucked from the bottle and red wine from the demon world is poured into the glass.

This includes intense liquor, and it's not like humans drink straight...... the tart was all over that.

"I am strong in this liquor, but let me make you feel better."

Apparently I am a valued guest to her.

The liquor bottle showed no signs of pulling out the cork for a taste, which means in short, you seemed to have deliberately kept it open to drink with me.

"Phew...... Must be bad for this body. Red, spicy as a bake, kind of long time no see."

"This is good booze, I'd like to buy more. Yeah, I'll get to the bottom of it. Actually, there's a lot going on in this country right now."

Blurry red liquor and lamp lights bravely illuminate the tart's face as a woman.

But unfortunately, it was a cut that didn't really interest me.

"I have told the Holt priest about Prince Salazar."

"Excuse me, I don't really want to hear that name."

"Even if you do. But this is about who's going to take over the country next!

"Now, are you going to involve me or Liseri in every trouble that doesn't make you that stylish?

That's where Tart's job face collapsed.

He is a gentle person who has given first thought to his sister's share of Liseri, who beautified the pain with alcohol.

"You poke me where it hurts. But I'm talking about the current priest, and I just can't say no. This is a national disaster... Yes, it must be a national disaster..."

"That's not what I found out, is it? So, who is it?

"It's still a secret."

"Then it won't be a deal. We can procure this one alone and go straight home."

Tart couldn't answer and shut up about the higher-ranking one.

Lick the little one's favorite red liquor and lift it up if you decide what to think.

"I can't tell you right from your mouth, anyway, meet the priest and listen to me. If you say no, you can say no there, and I'll stand there for once. I know you can't ask for it."

"Shall I be told to do the work of the Diocese, which is hostile to the devils?"

Priest Holt took care of me about the Cookles kidnapping.

Even though the interests just happened to coincide, it wouldn't have been painfully saved without his decision and cooperation.

"But don't even think about it. When you get out of jail, you won't find anyone else better than you."

"I see. Is that what you mean? That's why it's me."

If you can handle antigravity light business, skilled latency (hide), and even sleep, I also know that you want to cut a card called Nekocht Electrum, even if you are slightly forced to.

"Please, please, you're counting on me!

"Let's do this, if you'll lend me the bed there until I hear from the other side... Mm-hmm, heh, sleepy... I'll see you soon"

Without waiting for a response I stood up and occupied on the bed where the tart had enjoyed until earlier.

I fell asleep from there on ahead, so I'm not sure about Tart's reply.

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

Early in the morning, cat human sleep was beaten to pieces at cold times when the sun still didn't rise in the morning.

The destination was off the grounds of the Cathedral of Lehum and one of the beautiful accommodation rooms for you.

When Tart guides you into the room, Priest Holt looks back here.

"Long time no see, Lord Electrum. Nice to see you again."

With a gentle smile with dearness, I have been directed towards the rival diocesan executive.

"May I take such an attitude, I am the Cathedral of Cathedral of Lehum, I am the Cathedral priest? Assuming you're a priest, you are."

"Whatever. Lord Electrum is a different frame, I trust you. Much worse than a bad person..."

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Yes, don't bully the younger ones. By the way, how's Sister Cookles?

Tart was quietly arrayed at the entrance to the room.

At the time she brought me here, she would have fulfilled her brother-in-law, too.

Well, we are seriously watching our interactions. Is he admired?

"Yeah, I'm sorry to hear that you make clothes every day that look fun, plow fields, and take care of the kids."

"Well, that's fine. Cookles is a serious woman, Lord Electrum, and you must be careful not to work too hard."

Quietly I lied, lest the conversation swell any further.

I want to leave the cathedral grounds before the morning sun rises. I hate both human gods and demon gods.

"Um, the general story was told to me by Lord Tart. Negotiation, persuasion, and explanation to get the request."

"I'm sorry, but this one's already here to say no. I don't think I have a stepfather to go out with."

"Then you have to hang in there... now where did you cut in?"

How can a human be like this?

Even if I say no, I try to turn it into Jesus with negotiation.

Is it because violence is forbidden in their world that this idea is taken for granted?

"Wouldn't you like to give Salazar the human meat eater a simmer of boiled water?

"As I told Tart last night, I don't really want to remember that name. Yeah, well, I don't have any good feelings for him, but I like it and I don't even want to turn it around on my enemies anymore."

It is what the abnormal sexualist with absolute power, the lowest next king, has been born into.

I have plenty of desire to make you suffer more from emotions alone. But.

"As for him, let man do something with the power of man. Is that what a country is all about?

If you close your eyes to the part called the lowest de pervert, you are also a convenient man for the Demons, connecting them with the demonic moderates.

"That's one of the leading ancient ginseng in the demonic world who lives 300 years. Electrum...... No, the ancient species Cat Human, Lord Beretotrut Harthol Pervast"

"No man, I am Electrum Bell, just a stranger who dwelt in the scars of the earth"

Cat human living 300 years, must have heard it from Tart. From there, it is not possible to gather information called bereto route.

If you ever tried to consciously examine Zako's background, which never went up on the tabular stage of history.

"Take this..."

Before that ancient ginseng, on his desk, Priest Holt placed a decorated little white box.

The pattern that mimics the flowers is a design that women seem to like. When the priest turned the dialed key, two white bracelets appeared from inside the box.

At first I didn't know what it meant to show me something like that.

But for some reason, I can't keep my eyes open. I looked familiar somewhere. But where did you see this, it doesn't come out of the back of your head.

"It's a relic (...) of those who are itching for you. Would you please take it? I want to save someone from jail and, if possible, have them protected inside you."

"Artifacts, no way... this is..."

It was worn by the last demon king, my master.

It's an Orihalcon bracelet. One of them is painfully cracked and tells the story of the intensity of the battle at the time.

"Let's take on that request. Please tell me what it is. I promise you that you will do your utmost to me. I don't want to give it to anyone else…"

I didn't know we were going to meet here after 300 years.

The bracelet is inhabited by the soul of the demon king when he was gentle, as if he was staring at me as he began to step out of his new life......

"Oh, my God, you changed your attitude by changing your blood phase! Is that bracelet that awesome?

"I'm sorry, but I don't need you to know. This seems like a particularly nasty deal..."

They offer the Demon King's artifacts to the Demon Clan. It was also done by an official of the diocese.

You will also be able to use this bracelet as a testament to the successor of the Demon King, politically.

"Rest assured, I'm switching with a replica. When they discover it, they don't realize it's in our hands."

"Really? Then let me give you the details of the request. Excuse me, Mr. Tart, but just this time, please leave your seat."

● ◎ (ΦωΦ) ◎

I immediately received the details of the request.

You have officially decided that I will help you with the lowered mystery of your identity.

"The destination is the Royal Territory of Iblis, Iblis Prison, northeast of here. If you save me, I promise I will take all costs and all conveniences back from you. So please..."

The priest and tart had the same eyes.

This is a national catastrophe, and you must help him.

"Please help me, Master Halcyon..."

"Is that the name of the target? Yes, I did, I'll take care of this."

His name is Halcyon, and he wants us to help him anyway and expose him to the demonic world.