Maou no Hajimekata

"... yeah. It just looks good! Thank you, Oulu!

"It's just that I put it back. I'm not thankful."

Oul returns the words softly to Floro, who flashes and rejoices in his brilliant eyes.

"Ko, you want me to read all this...?

"I don't care if you don't read it."

Meanwhile, Oul answered Sarnak, gazing and sweating at a thick bunch of paper placed in front of him, with a cool face.

"... hun. I swore to serve you. You don't have to make arrangements like this, you can order whatever you want."

Sarnak puts his arms together and tells him to throw up when he turns away from the contract.

"Uh... the arrangement when Sarnak was transformed into a woman by witchcraft..."

"Read it all today"

But when Floro took one of them and whined about the contents, Sarnak snatched it so that he could snap it right away, and said so.

"Mm-hmm. That would be good. By the way, I need you to go as soon as you can. I have one favor to ask."

"What. I'll ask you anything but feminization."

With a grand face, but a serious glance running into the contract, Sarnak.

"I want to free Floro from being a slave. You can do it, can't you?

"Of course."

But when Oul asked, he turned and replied with a fierce grin like a beast.

"Dear Sarnak, I invite you to call this time, sincerely..."

"I don't mind saying hello. Better than that."

Floro's husband… Sarnak stares at the man named Courteau as a guillotine.

"Let's get straight to it. That demon woman you keep. Give me that one."

"Well, even if they say so..."

Courteau replies hastily to Sarnak's order.

"Forgive me... that's the only slave to the eagle. Only the right to own one's own slave should not be infringed, even if it is Sarnak..."

There is no law at this bottom. But it was decided that only slaves and skills should not be taken unilaterally, even if the other person was a slave. Sarnak is more of a person on the side of making him abide by that law.

"Whatever, I'm not just saying. Prepare the corresponding consideration."

On Sarnak's signal, Nagya lowers a few bags held in both arms to the floor with a stirrup. Plenty of food, groceries, gems, etc. were peeking through his mouth. Too much to give in to one of the lowest slaves.

"... I don't agree."

"What?"

But Sarnak frowned at Courteau, who shook his head with a nasty grin.

"As I said. That's the only slave to the eagle. I can't give you the price."

"What!?

Sarnak stripping his teeth and catching Willow Eyebrows. Courteau shouted "hiccup" and let his body mock him, but he didn't undo the words.

Funny, I think Sarnak. Courteau should not know that Floro is the daughter of the Demon King. In the first place, the lowest human beings don't even know the face of the Demon King. Even Sarnak only knew enough that they had the skills to relate to the name of 'ruler'.

But this attitude of Courteau clearly knows that Floro is a worthy being.

"There's not only one way to free a slave."

Sarnak's hand accompanies the pattern of his lower back sword.

"Sa, Master Sarnak... the eagle is no longer under your control"

"What?

Sarnak peeled his eyes off at Courteau, who still did not break his humble grin. And most of them that are at the bottom are beneath Sarnak. That is, whether he is his slave, or whether he is his slave again.

"The eagle is now a slave to Master Yuweroy. If you hurt me... I'm sorry you're safe with Sarnak."

"Yuwelloy said......!? Stupid, why are you like this?

Apparently something unexpected happened. As Oulu, watching in the next room, tried to stand up, Sarnak lifted his arms to control it. It seems to me that you should shut up and watch.

"Who's Yuweroy?

"I'm one of the leading wall clans living in the middle class. … Normally, those in the upper hierarchy are not involved in the lowest level of human beings…"

Asking Floro beside her instead, she also answered that in some baffled way.

"That's what I'm talking about. I'll take it from you.... I know you're there. Why don't you just come on!

When Courteau yelled, Floro shook his body terribly. Just because you're my husband doesn't mean that the order has some force. But the memories that have been whipped so many times before make her follow nature.

But along the way, she stopped for a perfect leg.

Because Oul's eyes were looking to shoot her through.

He leads to the wall with his arms together, staring at Floro without saying anything. But what I said was clearly conveyed to her.

Floro squeezes his expression tightly, stretches his pins and spine and leaves the room. With that back, Oul smiled and dropped him off.

"Are you calling?"

"Don't make me wait! This...! Dirty blood... but..."

Courteau's anger quickly lost its momentum by acknowledging Floro's appearance. Sometimes the memories of the horrors planted by Oulu were still valid.

But the majority of the reason is because the way Floro looks at him was as if he knew.

Courteau's knowing Floro was always a girl who looked down, shady and unheeded, always frightened of something and round her back.

That now stares at Courteau as perseverance, and then the part that I feel is not as if. It was a very unlikely, Rin stand-up.

"Courteau"

Floro naturally calls and throws away the person he called "Master Courteau" until then.

"I can no longer serve you. Pick it up."

"Nah..."

In that grand standing behavior, Courteau didn't even realize he had been called and abandoned.

"What... stupid things...! Who picks you up and thinks you've taken care of him before!

"Yes, I appreciate that"

Floro, who lost everything and was driven to the bottom, lived to this day, albeit in a hard and poor life, because Courteau was the dominant one. At least he never killed Floro to comfort himself, and the whip he wields hasn't been irrevocably scratched just to inflict pain.

There are many demons who have just lost their lives after having fallen for their ruthless masters, even if Floro just finds out. The resentment and gratitude for Courteau was untrue.

"But I can't be any more spoiled for the position of slave. ─ ─ I command you as Demon King. Let me go."

The words of Floro, speaking with fortitude, were often felt highly abode, but not strangely so in the ears of Sarnak, who was listening beside him. Instead, it even sounds like a legitimate demand despite what you're saying is disastrous.

"The king? You... you're the king? This dirty blood...!

But Courteau told him to roar, and glanced up at Floro.

"What the hell am I mistaken for! It was long before the Demons ruled the Wall! You're just a slave, the bottom line! What a demon king, this... dirty blood!

In an attempt to take the whip out of its fingertips to slaughter the slave, Courteau stops his hand.

Because Sarnak was shooting from behind Floro.

"If you want to wield that whip, do as you please"

Sarnak had a quiet voice and told him so.

But at that moment, your neck will fly.

"Wah... the eagle is from Master Yuweroy..."

"Superior."

Sarnak releases the blade and answers with a fierce grin.

"This one's going to get the top tier in the first place. Can you freak out like the middle walls?"

That was also evidence of Sarnak's serious decision to get to Floro.

"Come on, make up your mind. Let this young lady go, or just her neck."

"Hih... ok, ok! Free Floro... from the slaves of the eagle!

Sarnak flashes the blade and scratches a muscle on Courteau's cheek. That alone made him sound and shouted so with a screaming voice.

At the same time, the ring-shaped mark on Floro's neck breaks and disappears as if it were glass.

"Ya... don't think that's all you need to do!

When Courteau abandoned him that way, he jumped out of the room at first sight.

"Thank you, Sarnak"

"Ha! There's nothing to be thanked for. Look, let me get this straight."

Sarnak stares at Guillaume and Floro as he holds his sword in his sheath.

"I don't like demons. Working under the Demon Clan gives me a revulsion. I'm going to recognize you as my king, and I'm not going to let you be my king."

What's in those eyes is a clear aversion.

"But it looks delicious to accompany you and the bastard of Oulu. Whatever means I use, I will always return to the Wall Clan. I'll use anything for that.... so now, I'm gonna give you a hand. That's all."

"Yes! Me too, I intend to"

Sarnak, pointing a sharp gaze that would cut him off if he touched him, was poisoned and weakened by Floro, who even then just smiled with Nico.

"Whatever you want to use..."

That's when Oul's voice sounded out of the way. That's not from the neighborhood where he was supposed to be watching what happened, but from the aisle where Courteau ran away.

"Then isn't it a little too sweet to let this guy get away with it?

There.

There was a magician who grabbed his neck and lifted his fainted coat as if it were a wild rabbit and smiled wickedly.