Maou Gun Saikyou no Majutsushi wa Ningen datta

The duel with Basteo ended with a complete victory, but it wasn't without problems.

My victory created two problems.

The first was Basteo's punishment.

Earlier, it was Basteo and the zombie soldiers who wiped it out with my magic, but the Basteo is actually alive.

Only his neck was alive, to be exact.

I thought it was pitiful to take it all the way to life, and I only left him with my neck, but still said, "Hey, kid!," he slaps his mouth down.

Well, your neck alone won't do you any worse.

Probably, but in the dungeon of Demon King Castle, you're gonna keep spitting my complaints for the rest of your life.

Pathetic, but not sympathetic.

It's rust coming out of me, and whoever lost this duel in the first place was to be executed. It is none other than the mercy of the Demon King to be able to live on his neck alone.

Then I send my gaze to the second problem.

If you look at it, there was a big hole in the dueling hall at Demon King Castle.

"Will this be my responsibility?

I exhale unexpectedly.

How long will it take to repair this?

Besides, I have a headache considering the cost.

You can pay for it personally, but it won't.

- No, it's possible.

"Take responsibility for yourself, as much as you broke it yourself"

I think that's what the Legion Leader of our 7th Corps would say.

Well, who's going to have the cost?

Thinking that way, I look up at the VIP seats in the dueling hall.

What was happening there was an unexpected sight.

It was a dispute between Dear Dilocuten, Commander-in-Chief of the Demon King's Army, and Sephiro of our 7th Regiment.

Here's what they claim.

First of all, the Demon King's claim.

"He defeated the leader of the Third Legion. He should be the commander of the third legion where he's vacant."

That was common sense in the demonic world.

Competence as my commander in earlier battles.

Martial courage as an individual was also judged to exceed Basteo.

The stronger, the more competent, will rise above, and that is the reason of the devil.

Sephiro just vehemently disagrees.

Here's what she claims.

"Ike works for a concubine. His right to human resources rests with his boss, his concubine."

This could also be the right claim.

Right now, I'm the brigade leader of the 7th Corps.

I also know the claim that if they pull it out on their own, they'll be in trouble.

The point is, my arrangement with the Demon King and Sephiro has occurred.

"Ike belongs to a concubine!

"Ike belongs to the rest of us!

Beauty, I didn't feel bad about being asked for by the two of you, but either way, I can't stay the brigade leader.

At present, the seat of Deputy Head of the 7th Regiment is vacant.

I guess I'll be the one to take that seat, considering what I've accomplished so far and what I'm going to do.

In other words, we are in a position to choose whether to become the Vice Chairman of the 7th Corps, which is vacant, or the 3rd Corps.

"Which should I choose?

Lost in judgment.

As a brother-in-law, I guess I should choose Sephiro.

Someone who took better care of me than I did when I was young.

It is a shame to leave this man now.

Meanwhile, it's not a bad option to become Legion Leader.

Side by side with Sephiro and lead the Demon King's army with the Demon King.

If you do, the world I want,

"Demons and Humans"

but we may be able to grasp the world of coexistence faster.

It's a pinch of brother-in-law and affection.

Should I take Sephiro, who took better care of me than I did when I was a child?

Or should I take the demon king who laid eyes on me?

The answer I gave...

†

Returning to Ivaris and sitting in his usual office, his usual chair, he asks Sati for tea, as usual.

"What will the brand be made of?

Satti asks in an understated tone.

Of course, it's decided to come from Ivaris.

The best stuff is said to come from Jackrott, northwest of the continent, but I don't think so.

I like the tea produced in this region, although it may look glaring because I am Lord of Ivaris.

When I asked Satie to "give me the usual," she bowed her head respectfully.

After a few minutes, tea poured in the optimal way is placed on the desk.

As she enjoyed the aroma of the tea, Satti called out as if she had anticipated the occasion.

"- Congratulations on your promotion. Your husband."

She bows her head again, smiling.

For once, I say thank you, but where the hell did she purchase that information from?

When asked, the source turns out to be Giron.

That pig, he was stabbing a nail telling nobody to tell him so much...

I scolded him like that in my mouth, but he couldn't help it.

Besides, this is a good thing.

It won't be about hiding anything special.

"But, Master, how could you not be Legion Leader?

I say, "Well."

It's not hard to answer, but the Demon King Army has a lot of things to do.

It can also be termed an adult circumstance, politics.

First, the Demon King, commander-in-chief of the Demon King's Army, pushed that I should be captain of the Legion, but Sephiro was hard against it.

I'm an important fighter. It hurts to lose it here, I guess, but there may still be a sense of parenthood that I have to lead them to do it.

He's still a cliche for "having changed my amulet."

My neighbor's aunt. - No, it's your sister herself.

Please, I want you to treat me like an adult.

"Couldn't you be the captain of the regiment because Master Sephiro was opposed?

Satti asks unfortunately.

No, and I shake my head.

"That's not all. I knew I was still too young, and the other Legion leaders disagreed."

Come to think of it, it hasn't been three years since I became a brigade leader.

I guess it's too early to suddenly emerge from the brigade chief to the corps chief, no matter how much credit you've made.

Dissenting opinions were also the best story.

The Demon King still pushed me to be "Legion Leader," but I resigned myself.

As there was the case with Basteo the other day, the Demon King's Army is not a single rock.

Here we push through impossibility and again, not necessarily producing disturbing molecules like basteo.

I don't want that either, and that wouldn't be a good thing for the Demon King Army.

Besides, right now, if I were to be captain of the regiment, I might be leaving this Everlise.

Being a Legion Leader may also make it harder to keep Satti near you as a servant.

That's not serious.

I don't know, I liked this city called Everlice.

The sight of the city looking down from the clerk's office, mouthing the tea a girl named Satti had put in for me, was my favorite.

I don't know how long I can stay in this city, but I felt spared letting it go myself.

When I turned to Satie, I said in the same tone as usual.

"Ask for some tea, Satie"

Satti, with his usual smile, uttered his usual dialogue.

Yes, your husband.

Her smile and the smell of her substitute tea were the best.