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 -

The room belonged to a calm hobby.

The black cowhide sofa was luxurious, but the others were simple, although gold was what it cost.

In a quality rigid room with lots of wood, we are behaved tea, not liquor.

"You're the only escort I need, stay back."

"In danger...?

I was a little concerned. Because the leader in black answered Madame in front of the customer.

"It's okay, if I were killed, the organization would have taken hold of the Knights' weakness. The organization will thrive."

"Too many jokes, Madam!

Hi him, it doesn't just feel like an escort. I had a relationship of trust with Madam.

But as far as we're concerned, we just want to move on and get back to Zoe.

No, let me rephrase, I want to go back inside as soon as possible.

"I'm a child. Don't play games. And a knight is no different from us. It's a job tied to clumsiness and not conducive to freedom. There's no such thing as a righteous knight in this world that everyone admires."

"Please stop preaching, Madam. Okay, I'll let you back down. Hey......"

When Madam's belly and the bumpy man ordered, he was left behind and the escort left the room.

Though the result was that he turned his vigilance against us and against me more than ever before.

"I'm sorry I kept you waiting. I was wondering if I could talk to you."

When Madame sat on the couch across the street, a man with a stomach lined up behind her.

Still staring at me without ever getting tired of it. More words out of that mouth were this.

"Put the hood down before you do."

"Stop it. Excuse me. And I'm sure if you want to put the hood down, you can't. I heard it was a burn, but... No, that's a lie."

Madame, by contrast, used a gentle voice color.

I see. That's the Mafia woman boss. Clever, sharper than that.

"Mr. Electrum..."

"It's okay."

Though how many opponents are the heads of criminal organizations, it's a little silly to be seen.

But even if you tell me to sell the information without even showing up, it's hard to say whether or not you'll respond.

"I won't tell anyone what happened here. The kid in the back is my son. You never betrayed me or divulged a secret."

He begrudges me that it is true. I don't even have eyes for xy reels.

Now what do we do, we just put our hands on the hood lightly.

"Huff...... do you care so much, what this contents"

"Yes, but isn't that obvious? Is that the face of the man who fed that perverted man a drink? There's no one in this country who doesn't want to know who your son is who stole the bride from the next king's wedding."

What I did exposed the face of Ayama. Apparently, he was snooping around this organization.

I'm just going to get acquainted and build a relationship to buy information with gold, but they're poking me where it hurts.

No. I haven't left any evidence anywhere. This should have just been inferred from the situation, and just camouflaged on the basis of it.

"Huh..."

Haven't you been told by the priest, Xyreel?

Yes, the identity of the bridesmaid thief I showed up in the Cathedral of Lehum. Benefactor Sister Cookles could never be given to that pervert.

"I don't know about my reasoning, nice old man"

"Ho, is it true...? You took that Sarasar bride... Huh!?

I was the object of attention.

Until that son of yours, once again, distorts his mouth to Nihil's, with his previous hardened attitude.

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu... looks like you have a great information network, and analytical skills. Madam, you might answer my question."

"Wait, does that mean admitting it?!

"Calm down, straight knight. And I think what he did was the right thing to do. When I heard the end of things, I laughed too. Look at that. What a nasty word. It's been years since I've used it."

And my son agreed with it, or he lifted up his balls against me to show it.

Xyreel, are you a hobby to hold your head? Ma, let the common sense man be calm.

"It's an honor to have you so happy, Madam."

"So you're the one who...?

"I'll leave it to your imagination. My name was Electrum Bell, but it was a new name, and in the old name it was called: Me, the Demon King, the cat who will never die, with Bereto Loot."

to elicit information. I lowered my hood and showed them the appearance of a white cat human.

Exactly, my son seemed surprised, but Madame just laughed with her eyes round my face as she pleasantly looked.

"Oh, my sweet customer, it's an honor to have you come all the way to our store, the Demon Clan. So, what do you want to know?

"Oh, why do you think information is what you're looking for?"

"That's easy. I wonder if it would be better if you didn't bring your knights. Well, the other sales are about as informative."

"Oh well, I'm afraid for you. Mr. Electrum, please explain the bride thief to me later..."

In a series of surprises he glanced at his desk.

Then he rinsed his tea and seemed to decide to sort out his solid head.

"I'm surrendering, too. Now, do you know anything about a researcher by the name of Edward Pattington, or the organization he belonged to, or a patron? If some of them are researching the revival of the Demon King, so are they."

For the price, I put the rare I got that day in the center of the table.

This is a blue jewel, obtained from a skull salpen fused with the Evil Spirit. I think this would be enough to reward you.

Madam reaches for it and glances at it.

Then I put that blue jewel in my son's back pocket. You'll mean you liked it.

"I'm sorry, I don't know about that Mr. Edward. But when it comes to reviving the Demon King, I remember only one thing."

Let me ask you something.

"Some people in this world would be disgusted with the way the cathedral is done, wouldn't they? The kind of people who make God evil, the symbol of the diocese, and make demons and evil gods their true gods."

To put it bluntly, it was the one called Devil Worship.

Devil worship comes from the corruption of religion.

Those who are stuck with irrationality from the diocese are lightly stained with this heretical idea that has turned the good and evil in heaven upside down.

But those people are persecuted.

"I think all you can say from my point of view is that you are foolish enough to worship the evil gods that almost destroyed humans. But what are those people?

Xenophobia is something that exists everywhere.

Many groups in history also tried to revive the Demon King, but that was a virtually impossible wish.

The existence of a demon king is no longer born in the world. That is the conclusion on the part of the demon world.

"At the end of a long history of persecution, I heard you succeeded in demonizing the human body."

"... the devil?

The pious knight Xyreel has raised his face.

"It's the same spiritual body without flesh as the Evil God. It's also the language of the daemon species."

"You're familiar with it. If there is a force closest to the resurrection of the Demon King, it must be them."

"Oh, I can't believe I'm living in a demon... Does the diocese know...?

What a fool to do, such as give flesh to the devil. They are not beings that save humans.

Besides, it was the flesh of the Demon King that withstood the possession of the Evil God. Whether the possessed person is safe or not......

"I don't think you know any details other than the cathedral headquarters. Regardless of the former priest, I don't think Mr. Holt would have taught anyone who was moderate or opposed to persecution of people with palsy."

"Is that what you mean? Thank you for believing in me and telling me. It's not clear, but it's paid off."

Let's have Priest Holt tell us about this from Xyreel.

It's the pinnacle of stupidity without even thinking about it. No matter how you fall, it can only be the result of scattering ruin all over the world.

If the Demons knew, they would try to take away the research, assuming that technology was passed on to Nyx - that poor man would create a replacement for the Demon King and give that flesh to the Evil God to extinct man.

"Yes, but I don't know if that beautiful bead's worth much. I'll check it out for you by the next time I see you again, I like the gift, you like it, lovely grandpa."

"Huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"Hey, Lord Electrum, don't you have to fall apart there?!

I seem to have been liked by Madame.

So I self-declared that I knew Tart.

Had I known her relationship at a different time than now, Madame might be disappointed in me.

"Yeah, you know that kid, too."

"Yeah, it's a strange thing to be patrolling people. Madam, including meeting you."

But neither Madame nor his son showed me any ill feelings.

On the contrary, cloud your face.

"Tart, poor girl...... She was just a girl, but tied to her father's left marks...... Someone seriously loves her and frees her from her role."

"We were in conflict with her father. But I haven't fallen far enough to resent even that one daughter. It's a common story."

If they were just girls at the time, they would be tarts, guilty.

I don't know what's going on, but there must have been a lot going on in the past.

Madam, I know only one possible man.

"Oh, really...? It's like my husband broke her life. I want you to be happy...... Yes, please keep your mouth shut. Make the tart happy, and make it your lord."

Speaking of which, I forgot there was a xy reel on this occasion.

There's a chance that I'll get to the information called Barney from Tart, but I won't have any trouble with that, okay?

"Yeah, I don't mind that... but, you know, it's just a woman who likes young kids. I can't imagine having a family."

Then what will be the matter, Madame riding herself up to the table and looking at me?

Then he whispered:

"That's the man, and so was our husband. With all my hands on my young child... now I can tell you, I thought I'd kill you already..."

"Mother, you need to get there. It's embarrassing in front of a guest, if my father's ghost asks."

Men like young women. There are exceptions, but that is the same truth no matter how much time passes.

I couldn't help it because all this is instinct.

"Ugh, I'm sorry. Thanks to your meager stories, I suppose. I tried to cut it off and became friends with these lovely grandfathers. You'll live long enough."

Finally, I solved one mystery. So the first thing your son did was stare at me.

Thus have I come to connect with Madame, the chief of the darkness, which has territory on the western side of Lehum, and in the surrounding area.

We do not need any more than they and Mr Holt will move.

Return to Zoë's Alchemist to receive your hiccups and return to Patia of Loneliness with as many souvenirs as you can have.

Even to the chimps in the pleasure zone. Gradually, I will push my drowsiness on, and by noon tomorrow I will go back inside at all costs.