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 -

"Cat, welcome back. No!

Patia's slightly pitched mad shout was recited by an elephant gathered in the dining room.

The great thing about the Old Castle Grand Glam is in this dining room.

This place, made wide enough for the soldiers to gather, managed to push in and 360 people could eat together.

Nevertheless, more will make it harder......

"This is the cake I admire...... Wow, hey Carl ever had a cake!?

"You've decided to have one.... it was about ten years ago, so I don't remember the flavor anymore"

Each seat had a plate of large cut maple-rich milk pound cake and a plate of grilled meat that deserved to be called a meat chunk.

Eating together without even having to think about it sucks. But everyone is laughing at this celebration.

The Demons have good teeth, so meaty hard demonic meat was served, not wild bore, but for some reason only my share is bore.

Am I being treated like an old man...

"Mr. Barney, if you like, have some of my meat. Oh, uh... ♪"

"Heh...? Oh, no... Oh, uh..."

But isn't Barney and Madri's seat oddly close...

Madrid to the right, Lovelay to the left and Barney were admired so much that Patia envied them.

"Mr. Barney, would you like a roast of my oul bear too!? I cut it a thousand bites smaller!

"With your mouth is cool!? Whoa, but it's delicious... It also seems convincing that it is popular with dogs humans, but can this be done?

Driven by the desire to scratch, but be patient there.

But I turned my curiosity to see if Rick was jealous of this exchange.

Oh, that's a shame, Bernie. This is more like a jealousy than a jealousy to you looking sloppy at a girl dressed boy.

"Hey, try it, Gia! Ugh, ugh!! The cake was so good!?

"Really...? The cake I baked, delicious?

"Hmm, did you make this?

"Ugh, I baked Carl's! Oh, yummy, really yummy, wow, I'm amazing!

Keeping an eye out for Carl and Gia, as I was glued to the bore meat, I was fingered by the fudge.

That's Patia. I put a cusp of pound cake on my mouth and looked at the dish, not the cat.

"What's wrong? Oh, it's early."

"Patia, it's a shame..."

The cake was disappearing from Patia's plate.

Looks like you had all that but didn't get a bite of meat and put everything in that little stomach......

"Huff, you're always exaggerating."

"Because... Amy, nice smell, fluffy... Then, more and more... I'm hungry, I'm... Oh, cat, please..."

An up-and-coming patia looks up at the cat and gazes at my cake as he meets his gaze. I knew. This ending. Just saying it was faster than I imagined.

"I'm a cat human, you don't get both such sweet cakes and meat. I hope someone can help."

"There, leave it to Patia! Keiki...... go away, Patia is not good!

My touching or Patia's eyes moistened, and she looked up at me again with her sparkling eyes.

I guess it's actually not a very good idea to have two cakes this big.

"Then if I eat half that meat, I'll give it to you. If you eat cake all the time, you'll be stupid like Bernie."

"It's... it's going to be... Shinkan-kun."

"Hey, this is Lord Patty, you said you slept with him, but don't seriously bother there! Stupid and superior! That's how you spoil catfish, too, hey, cake is after you eat all the meat!

"Then let's do it."

"Uh, yeah!? Ooh, ooh... Bunny, what the heck!!

Patia was outraged. Seeing that, the bad adult cut the seal of the Demon World liquor, poured it into his favorite shot glass and seemed to quench Patia's wrath on the dish.

I'm a bad adult for the education I make.

"If you don't eat meat before me, you might accidentally eat cake too"

"Bunny Tanmeh......! Cat, slow down!

Bad eating, but that was a lively, warm dinner.

When Patia completes the boned bore meat, I give up the cake to Patia, as promised, to drink up the red liquor that Barney has poured.

"Well, will you do it in a while? Ars, if you don't mind hanging out with me."

"Oh, I've been waiting for that word. Mr. Coo, watch my cake, please."

"Yes ♪ Even so - I don't think there are many sweethearts who want a single cake with firewine ~?"

No matter how many more people and tables, the center of the dining room was a sanctuary for performers.

When a cat human with a silver harp sat there, Ars also took the violin and accompanied it next to him.

"No, there's only one over there. Protect my cake from that thief cat."

"Mya, it's a terrible wet coat. Mei has no idea what a cake is with fire wine. - No, actually, I love it. ♪ Leroli... ♪

"Let's dare to pinch our mouths, it's a way out! It's a terrible way to eat just to see it!

He kept the cake well finished and, although Zoe made a fine doctrinal claim, was flushed by Salari and Ars.

"Let's get started. I can't apologize if I don't indulge in this little happiness you gave me. For me alone, you offered yourself. I was prepared to grieve Patia, and you protected me. Thanks."

"It's a busy seat. Let's not be hard on you. I was only used by moderates for a common cat human thought that I wanted to protect my countrymen. So..."

Me and Ars showed each other to play the bright music that the Demon King loved, the daughter of the sun.

It enchants the ears of more than 360 spectators and comforts the hearts and minds of people by becoming the precious piece that was lacking in this hiding place.

The cat human who was always playing the instrument here just disappeared and should have made everyone feel lonely, not just Patia.

Because music is rooted in people's memories and has the nature to remind them of the past.

But I have returned to this place.

I want to believe that everyone appreciates this common reality, not just me.

"Hey...... That's completely different from the sad tone I heard back then... Hey, remember? Could this be what you wanted to see...?

In the noisy noise and concertation, I saw the figure of the Virgin Elliana and the figure of the Pippi to stop at that rapier.

I thought I said something faintly, but you can't even hear me.

Its self-proclaimed English Spirit looked at this buzz from afar, half satisfied with his heart, and the other half looked with envy somewhere.

"Pi... pi... Pfft..."

"What's wrong, do it, Pi...? That, you, smell like alcohol..."

I learned later that there was an undelivered person who only twitched a pinch of Ars pound cake.

"Pi, pi... Pfft...... Pfft... Pfft..."

It was a disturbing sight, but when I was once again obsessed with melodies and playing, one and one ghost had disappeared.