Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

Called in by cluttered instructions, we came to a mansion inhabited by Fia's mother, near the center of the wider demonic world.

And now we're headed behind the mansion following one gentleman who greeted us when we arrived.

The six of us walk side by side in a dim mansion dominated by creepy tranquillity and strange skin chills.

The time is still midday, but I can't feel any sunlight in the mansion.

It's only natural to assume that this is the residence of a blood-sucking species that doesn't like it, but I still often still find myself confused about the differences in culture and lifestyle.

Sun, who always plays outside, walks with an anxious look on his face, whether it is hard not to have the sun's light, as opposed to the bloodsucking species.

On the contrary, Phea, who is mixed with blood from the bloodsucking species, is in a better mood to walk as if she is more calm, or happy to see her mother, or even forgot about last night.

"I'll sit here."

An old man who was guiding stops in front of one door.

And then he opens the door and invites us into it like he says that's all he's got to do.

Lead me into the room in turn.

Only small lighting installed on the walls, darker than the corridors we've walked in so far, is inside the light source.

"... you guys have come a long way"

The words of welcome were spun from the smaller shadow sitting in the chair in the back of its centre.

The voice was previously heard during a feast opened after the exam, nothing more than that of Noyne, Phea's mother.

"Hi, it's been a while"

"Oh, Mother. We're back now."

Fia follows me, and the other sisters greet the shadow in turn.

And while I do, my eyes gradually get used to the dark.

"Hang it appropriately but good"

By the time such a majestic voice reached his ear, the view of the large room had become clearly visible as its private room.

Wow, I got it......

That room, which was revealed, was so messy that it was likely to raise its voice like that unexpectedly.

There are undressed clothes, cups that I think had blood in them, and objects that I'm not sure what they are, rolling all over them.

Not that I like it that much, but I pull it slightly on the boulder like this.

I'd like to call Lino to clean it right now, but Hate that cleaner isn't here right now.

But for the sisters, starting with Feer, it's something they're used to, showing some concern, but following the Lord's instructions in the room, sitting in a properly placed chair around it.

Seeing that, I also found the right chair and sat on it.

"So, Mr. Noin. It's quick, but what are the requirements that called us today?

At the same time, he asks Fia's mother, the owner of this filthy room and the person who sent us the instructions.

I brought all five of them here as per that cluttered letter, so I need to hear the jewelry out next.

"Hmmm... why did I call you today..."

Is Mr. Noyne still asleep, or did he take something out of his lofty clothes, scratching his hair clumsily disturbed by blush?

"This is it."

And in this dim room, I picked a tiny one that I couldn't see without staring into my eyes, and I put it up so we could see it.

"What's that... ear decorations?

I saw that. I said it like Isna was a little confused.

Slightly reflecting and shining light in the dim. That certainly just looks like an ear ornament from my eyes.

Besides, it doesn't look expensive with some big gems on it, and it doesn't seem like it's worth a lot of money like the open-air dealer on the corner sells it.

"You look like that to me too..."

"Um, certainly not in the broad sense"

"Does that mean it's not just ear decorations?

Even if you don't think about it, it can't be that you just called in cheap ear decorations to show us.

That would mean a dish with something special.

"Come this way and have a look"

When Mr. Noyne said so, he made an offer to me.

Correspondingly, rise out of the chair and head to that side with caution at your feet.

Pulling right over to the side, she stuck it out towards me as she sat down.

Decide to take it and take a closer look and accept it.

I'm already completely used to the dark eyes, and I'm going to make sure of that.

"Is this... some kind of magic tool..."

I feel a hint of magic in the palm of my received hand.

"Oh, yeah"

Does the boulder know that far?

After obtaining confirmation, we observe it even more carefully and read the engraved magic formula.

"This is... that's the first formula I'm going to try... But it looks a lot like the metamagic thing..."

"Well... just at first glance, you see, it's a boulder"

"... Hi. So, what is this?

Give up deciphering it completely and ask anyone you think knows the answer to.

I might be able to look into it in more detail if I had more professional facilities, but I can't do any more in this situation.

I regret a little because I was going to be familiar with magic tools, but this undoubtedly uses magic that I don't know.

"Don't panic so much. Talk in order. First of all, this is not what we made. The other day, a group of humans found a forest on sentry near the border with the human world."

"A bunch of humans......?

"Oh, they were strange... but when I asked him what he was doing by threatening him with serenity, he threw up saying he was doing a field test of it"

Mr. Noyne said that while still showing that ear ornament I have.

A bunch of humans. Did you come all the way to the demonic world to field test your magic tools as a special unit of the army or as a nobleman? No, I can't help thinking about that too deeply.

Anyway, it seems that this is a magic tool made by anyone in the human race.

"Then I heard more comfortably that apparently it was just a tool for transferring sound."

"Just the sound..."

Hear that word and shift your gaze to it again.

When I hear the answer and check again, I do know that this is something like that, but it is somewhat obvious.

But if that can really happen, this could be a hell of a thing.

For example, in the battlefield, if the rear base and the front line are capable of sequential verbal interaction, previous tactics and strategies will not be overturned from the ground up.

"I don't like that kind of smart stuff, but he's strangely interested."

Says Mr. Noyne as he reassembles his legs in the middle of a messy room that represents that character.

"Him...?

"Uh... that's him... that's... our... that's my husband..."

When I asked him that, Mr. Noyne responded that way, trying to illuminate him for some reason, even in the dim room.

"That, Mother... usually about your father, ha -"

As soon as Fia was about to say something, a sharp gaze was released from that mother poking at her daughter.

Strong intimidation like the temperature in the room dropped all at once wraps around the room.

"Hih! Oh, I'm sorry! It's nothing!

With that in mind, Fia begins to flat apologize to her mother.

What the hell were you trying to say...

"Oh ho... anyway, he's very interested. I've been telling you to make this available in action."

Mr. Noyne coughed up a lot once before returning to a story that was about to slip away.

"Making it available... is this still an unfinished product?

"Yeah, I tried to get my guys to use it a few times, but it didn't work out very well"

"I see..."

Surely there seem to be many gates to go beyond just a few thoughts.

Even though it's just the sound in particular, it just makes me headache to think about how to perceive the location of the subject that keeps moving.

But it was surprising that that demon king would be interested in this kind of thing.

Like this woman in front of me, I thought such a clever thing was a lineage personality I didn't like.

Well, as the leader of a large group, I can see that there are things that should take precedence over my likes and dislikes.

"So, what does this have to do with us...?

I get to the point with a slightly unpleasant feeling.

The reason why you called us in is that this is the unfinished product...

"That's simple. I'm asking you to make sure you can use this."

"Huh? Oh, with us?

"That's right. Coincidentally, the number they had matched your head count. I thought it would be just fine."

Mr. Noyne took more than one of the same earrings I had in my hand out of his clothes and put it cluttered on his desk.

"Yes, no... just fine..."

"Then I'll take care of it. I'm going to bed."

As Mr. Noyne stood up from his chair, he turned his back on us still confused and walked to the bed in the corner of the room, upon which he fell momentum.

And soon after a few seconds he began to get a comfortable sleep.

Stunning round throw.

The unpleasant feeling has been nicely centered.

Moving their gaze toward the godchildren, thinking that people like this would never want to be their bosses if they were normal, they silently tuned in to it, too.