Lonely Attack on the Different World

One day, Mr. Satan came to your house.

Even though the city is in a good economy, the workshop your father and mother were working in was swallowed up to say it was a wave of times, with fewer customers.

I spent a lot of time making it carefully but it couldn't sell, and I went to ask my grocery store sister what to do...... Satan came.

He appeared in black clothes with black hair and said this to me with black eyes.

"No, the gift for a good kid is Santa, and it's Satan who makes his wish come true, which is pretty much like him, but I'm an inside job, right? Yeah, if the product here doesn't sell me cancer, I'm not gonna get less internal jobs, am I?

So you stroked my head and started talking to your father and your mother?

"No, the furniture here is well made, so you have to put the right price on it? Yeah, furniture here is a living thing, so we're looking for the simplicity we never get tired of and the diversity that goes with everything, right? Yeah, you can't make it the same route as some kind of inexpensive mass-production in-house guy, can you?

When Ms. Satan produced a disastrous tentacle from all over her body, she instantly wrote up a lot of design paintings simultaneously, conveying various methods and techniques to her father and mother along with the drawing blueprints.

"Uh... something, you're an insider, aren't you?

"I mean... you're a disaster, aren't you? Dark-haired?"

Your father and mother seem happy, and then they ask Satan with a troubled face.

"No, so if you don't try your best here on the luxury route, you can't meet me because I can't combine it with a new furniture workshop, right? Yeah, the amount of time spent is reflected in the price, and it's the craftsmen who do the work that matches it, and it's the innkeepers who do it with one hassle or one tentacle?

That's what I said. I'm going to replace the furniture that was sold. It's magic "remakes," shapes that become sophisticated while reducing decoration, furniture that just changes color and is reborn.

"Yeah, now it's just a little chaotic in Mitsuo's favorable economy, and the main focus is white, and the luxury route is stronger to stay wood, but in that case, the dark color is more accentuated by being aware of the dark" contrast "difference with white, right?

And we'll even rebuild the workshop.

"Yeah, now the brown or white walls of the trees are dominant, so I line them up and I get an image, right? Look, darker colors than lighter wood on white, and this is how they compare in the workshop, and it's the elements that grocery stores can't custom or order, right?

"Ohhhhh...... is it okay for an insider to teach you this kind of skill instead? It's also ugly to compare what you say, but I think we're going to hit commercial enemies for once?

That's right... it's not like our furniture got poor even if it didn't sell. Even with fewer customers, they sell a lot more than they used to, and they can eat a lot better than they did when they were poor.

Yet I begged Satan. If I did that, it would be Satan who would be poor...... yeah, something's going to be poor?

"This is why I don't have common sense to say border, do I? What you say about domestic work is that you work more finely and qualitatively, and the situation where you say industrial zones every day is weird, so you're in trouble if you don't try harder, okay? Yeah, boys in high school have a more important entertaining and insane battle ahead of them! It's revenge this evening!!"

"" Huh?

That said, he switched workshops and prepared paint for convenient magic items and tools he had never seen before. And he taught me how to use it, and he taught me techniques that would stutter my father and mother, who were said to be the best craftsmen on the border.

And while he was stunned, he said, "You're gonna throw the whole thing at the grocery store sister later, right? Yeah, there's gonna be a battle that boys can never beat now! I'm not saying anymore."

After that, the furniture was selling more and more, and I was too busy ordering and my father and mother seemed happy to be busy...... but I couldn't even thank them properly. My grocery store sister also only received the magic prop bill and a few tech "patent" fees... I just wanted my troubled father and mother to laugh because they stopped selling, but Satan came when he told me Santa's story at the grocery store and he was actually an insider!!

Great lord. Please tell the poor innkeeper to accept the money. He's always mad at me that I don't have any money, and I feel sorry for him.

Even when I told your angry sisters, "That's not Santa, that's Satan, and instead of fulfilling your hopes, you're forcing a good girl to smile, so give up and laugh full of happiness". That was Santa's Satan, the innkeeper, but he was the disaster of happiness!

Great lord. I'm happy and laughing everyday with lots of me, my father and my mother, that's why I want to make you happy too. Yeah, I don't have the money whenever I see it, please.

"It's a letter with, great lord?

"So, what's that handwriting today?

No matter what they say, no matter what they say to you, I don't know anyone better than Mr. Calamity.

"The city is a lot smaller and there are 28 in the morning, it just kept growing within the border, and even in the confirmation minutes it was over a thousand. They say a huge number of merchants and elves have reached the royal family in the kingdom, in the beast kingdom and in the republic, but they refuse to receive it, as you instructed."

If that's what you wish for, poor thing, I don't know any richer than that miserable one.

"Um, I only know about the border! It's hard just this way, let the king do it all elsewhere."

"I'm telling you to give up when you receive it."

That doesn't make me feel better, I guess I just solicit gratitude. Nobody changes their mind, they're only one of the great lords. And... after all, whoever sees it looks poor.

Fulfilling a feat beyond heroes, its gear seems like it's just a villager, and it's the stick of a poor minister tree in its hands.

Sounds like an uninterrupted piece of equipment to collect all the continental state budgets but, on the contrary, to collect all the currency from all over the continent is not enough at all...... he looks like a villager.

"Something you can't budget for like this?

"Every morning, we raise revenues above the state budget, and by noon, we're bankrupt. I was wondering if it would be difficult to raise revenues over the state budget again in the evening and put a budget on a bankrupt boy by night to rally all the nations of the continent? Even if I could, would I keep it for an hour or not?

There's no way I can do this to the size of that boy's economy on a budget to the extent of a borderline lord... well, I don't have the money whenever I see him. I'm a big deal at Polar occasions, but I'm bound to be bankrupt in a few minutes.

"All right, send the inexorable to the great! Send them all to the royal castle!!"

"Then again, the king will come to complain, won't he? Are you sure?

"Good, that's a better man"

Well, he's one of those kings who drips his head at the boy, but he's the head of the kingdom. I also told the person responsible to throw a round to say that the boy is responsible. Um, it's not bad!