Maou no Hajimekata

"I'm going to be working here as a samurai from today, my name is Belle. Thank you very much."

In front of the living samurai, the girl bowed her head deeply as she correctly introduced herself to the fold.

When I was a year, I was fourteen, five. She's an adorable girl with chestnut hair stretched to her waist.

The color of the tension had emerged darkly on its face, which probably left it unbearable.

Because I am anxious about the new environment...... but not.

"I am Lual, the chief samurai. Nice to meet you, Mr. Bell."

"Deputy Samurai Chief, it's Lhasara. Looks like a pretty promising guy came in."

"My name is John. If you have any problems, say anything."

"Meli, it is. Nice to meet you."

Because all the samurai lined up in front of me didn't look like just samurai, no matter what they thought.

Though still young, Bell intended to have loaded up quite a few drills so far.

Of course I was complacent that even though I was no match for an incumbent warrior or magician, I would not have taken the delay if the average person was his opponent, even an adult.

But that's why she clearly felt the difference in her strength.

To the majority of the dozens of samurai, there are no hands or feet on the bell.

"And you won't remember it at once by introducing yourself, so keep in order and remember your job"

Bell could only snort at the words of the chief samurai.

"Laundry is one of the most important tasks in this underground labyrinth"

It was a maid named John who said that in a relaxed tone that made her feel elegant somewhere.

She's a little woman with red hair and green eyes. Though she looks more adorable and adorable than beautiful, her calming work and graceful tricks don't make her feel young.

She said she held a laundry cage full of laundry, but she had an atmosphere like a princess.

"Yes."

But its contents are clearly monsters.

Among the samurai who felt invincible, John's strength was even more elusive.

Hold the heavy laundry cage gently with one arm, then the body's axis will not shake even fine dust.

Maybe you'll lose if a bell in full condition is speared at John the bare hand standing on one leg above the line, Bell had a hunch. That, too, in an instant.

"Laundry will be done here"

It was the spacious terrace that led John to arrive.

Above his head is a blue sky, a refreshing breeze stroking his cheeks, and the rays of the sun shining down.

John chuckled at the bell peeling his eyes at the sight too far from the word dungeon.

"You're surprised, aren't you? The place we live is above the sky."

Speaking of which, Bell remembered.

It was only recently that a giant castle appeared above the clouds.

It was rumored that that must be the castle of the Demon King, but I didn't know it was true.

"Come on, shall we wash it? Pull here and the water will come out..."

When John pulls the lever protruding from the wall, the water overflows from the statue that mimics the dragon's neck next to it.

It seems to be a mechanism to store that in Tarai and wash the laundry.

"It seems a little strange that a dragon blowing water"

As he washed his clothes with rubbish, Bell said something like that.

When it comes to dragons, it's what blows fire.

"That's not true. There used to be things that blow water, things that make lightning gush, things that spit poison... there were all kinds of dragons. All that's left now is what blows the fire."

"Really?

Bell blinks. I was going to do a lot of research on the demons as well, but that was the first story I heard.

"Yeah, it's true. I've beaten a few heads before."

"Who is it, Mr. John?"

Bell kept listening to what he thought he was not going to hear.

There's no way a dragon slayer samurai wouldn't mind a boulder.

"A long time ago, I was a little bit of a hero."

"Is that what you want, a hero?"

Bell was convinced even as he was half-hearted by John laughing.

If you're a hero, you can also explain her lack of clearance until she's unusual.

I had heard of His Majesty the Demon King having a former hero's men.

Though I didn't think she was washing laundry with pleasure as a samurai.

"Isn't it hard to be a samurai from a hero?

I can't imagine Bell, but he must have lived a brilliant life as a hero.

Isn't it hard that it's doing such plain underground work?

If you think so and ask,

"You can kill a dragon. People don't praise me."

John returned those words.

"Even if you're not happy, you won't say," Well done, helpful, etc. Because they're more horrible women than dragons. "

With eyes as far away as you can see, John speaks.

"Compared to that. Laundry is a great job. Everyone wears my washed clothes in a way that makes them feel good and compliments me."

With a grin, she loaded her washed clothes in a cage.

"I really need to dry this one at a time, but let's make it special today, just a little slippage"

"Shiru......?

John leaves his hair tied at the back of his head when he closes one of his eyes on the bell. Fluffy, spreading hair instantly turned into a bright red flame, enveloping the laundry.

"The laundry!

"It's okay."

John calmly pressed and fastened the bell as it burned.

"My flames are flames of passion that destroy only what I want to burn. With this, you see."

In no time the flames will go away, and all that's left is fresh, dry clothes.

"The excess moisture and dirt burn away and refresh! I'm usually dry."

Bell thinks that a flame that burns only what he wants to burn would be just as powerful if used as a weapon.

"A dragon that doesn't blow a fire isn't crazy either... you're absolutely right"

But strangely John seemed more suited to drying his laundry than to killing a dragon with that flame.