Maou no Hajimekata

"Cleaning is the most important job in this dungeon. You know why, newbie!

It is Lhasara, the deputy samurai chief, who has raised the mop as if it were a spear and questioned it with high pressure.

She was a long beauty with blonde hair round her back of her head, and her sharp eyes and crisp work seemed to suit her better in armor helmets than in samurai clothes.

"Uh... I don't know..."

"Um, be honest with me!

When Bell answered that because he couldn't think of it for a while, Lhasara laughed karakara.

"The right answer, because I have it!

"What. Is that such a ridiculous reason?

Bell asked him that unexpectedly in response.

"You're too honest about anything, no matter how much!?

"Shh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

Bell apologizes to Lhasara for turning down the boulder.

"Fair enough. That's half a joke right now. The real reason is this."

Say it. Lhasara runs a mop.

A brilliant poke, Bell exclaimed.

Beginning to come out and pulling back works fast anyway. Now, not a single flashy sound.

It was a real warrior poke, available only after years of training.

If we get to this frontier, it doesn't make a big difference whether it's a spear with a blade or a mop.

It would undoubtedly take that life more than it is in the shape of a person.

"What do you say? See?"

"Yes! I admire Mr. Lassara's extreme martial arts!

To be honest on the table with the overflowing excitement, Lhasara said, "Huh?," he frowned.

"What are you talking about? You. The dirt in here would have disappeared, I'm saying."

Shown, and if you look closely, it is true that the place she polished is all shiny and beautiful.

"Just something that separates an underground labyrinth from a dungeon. That's cleaning. The dungeons are basement prone and dirty, but well cleaned and maintained, where you get more elegance than the king's castle."

"But I heard that this dungeon is now on the sky..."

Lassara's movement stopped perfectly on Bell's point.

"Yeah, shut up! I've been flying in the sky lately!

I cut it off lightly and shouted like that.

"Don't slap me in the mouth or I'll work! Follow me, newbie!

When Lhasara declares so, she probably wields a mop.

What a brilliant performance it was.

Poke, punch, pay, twist, and shake down, but polish off dirt accurately.

(awesome...... oh my god)

Bell was somewhat moved by the move.

(What a futile move...)

If that is to be seen as an attack, it is a move in which there is no waste whatsoever.

But if you look at it as a cleaning, most of the movement was wasted.

It's a sophisticated, wasteless move made with years of training and drilling.

"Ha, ha... I didn't know you were going to follow me from day one..."

"Ha..."

Bell replied carelessly to Lassara, who praised her with a rough breath.

Bell was very polished, naturally.

Rather, Lhasara, who was moving in all that futility and progressing as fast as Bell, may be awesome, but she is not even willing to praise it, and Bell feels somewhat obnoxious.

"I was once deputy head of the Dragon Knights of a country called Ravana"

Suddenly, Lhasara told me that even though she hadn't even heard it.

"I've heard of it"

Speaking of the Dragon Knights of Ravana, they are still famous.

The king of the big sky who runs the flying dragon and runs the sky.

- except the Demon King of the Beast of the Demon King's Army.

The story of the Dragon Knights defeated in an instant by the Demon King of the Beast, who, on the contrary, horses the True Dragon and, if it belongs to the Beast, masters it without exception, is also well told in the epic poem about the Demon King Army.

"You know what I'm thinking when I'm devastated by the Knights, humiliated by the prisoners, and dropped into being a samurai or something like this?

Lassara's sharp gaze shoots through Bell.

"If your purpose is the same, you can join hands"

"Right...... right. So, can I help you?

As Bell said, Lassara's eyes were squeezed sharper.

"Because I love cleaning too"

"Hmm? Cleaning?

When I noticed, the tip of the mop was sticking to the tip of my nose.

I didn't see any motion at all. On Bell's back, something cold tells him.

Her head would have been smashed to pieces of wood if she had been delayed for a second later.

"Is that it? What do you mean, what you live in a dungeon is rubbish?

"No, I'm not. In a pure sense, it's cleaning. Just like Mr. Lassara."

"Mm..."

Lhasara moaned at Bell's words.

"If I really had a grudge against the Demon King, I wouldn't be cleaning so much fun."

The enthusiasm we spoke about cleaning was genuine, even if it gave way to a hundred steps and liked cleaning itself, or acting unsuspecting.

The task of separating just an underground labyrinth from a dungeon. That means consideration for the humans who live there.

There is no way that a person who is enthusiastic about that is rebellious.

"Well...... then it's like I love the Demon King!

"Yes, that's exactly what I said"

Dull and laughing, Bell answers.

"I love the Demon King just like Mr. Lassara - I'm sure you can help me."