Ohanabatake no Maousama

The back casino in the town of Tinhwa ... it was a reasonably well-known place, but now it doesn't matter what the name of the store is. The Kudels were in the Hall of Fame, where the ladies and gentlemen could do what they couldn't enjoy, especially in the luxurious VIP room.

"Well, let's start the discussion." When he leaves his body in a fancyly decorated leather chair, Bellator begins his conversation from above. Combined with a strict face, it looks like a mafia boss. In addition, the original owner is immersed in ice and is rolling at the feet.

"Let's do it, the time is finite," Kuders sat down on the chair opposite. Moral sits next to him, pouring on his thick arm.

Ironically, they seemed more familiar to the room than their original owners. No, it is a place that is over-decorated and tasteless for people to use, so it is suitable for them beyond people.

The other faces are afraid and remain standing. Very few people would want to sit in a table where the top gods and the top Demon King meet.

To put it further, it is even rarer for someone to be insane at the moment. However, if it is said that being sane is happy, they will shake their heads. If you're crazy, you might not have to suffer from this tremendous intimidation.

That's why Kudels beckons to Amoena, but she hides behind Dolce's back.

"Kuders, wagged, wagging." "I'm sure your face is scary." Apparently, he seems to care for his scary face.

"If you don't play, let's get into the subject soon." I sensed a sign that the quarrel was about to start again, and morals broke in between them.

Also remember to sneak up angry emotions from both sides. This goddess was an excellent arbitrator.

"Sure, that's exactly what Moral says ... Then, let's take a look at the first thing." However, he suddenly said this.

"Mr. Belator, this is not the one you planned for this stampede, right?"

Beratall, suspected, carved a deep wrinkle between his eyebrows. That's probably because he was so convinced that Kudels was different.

"I'm disrespected .... I don't know if you doubt, but you can think about it. If you plan on your own from the beginning, use a slightly better hand. I do not choose

Kuders nodded greatly in Bellator's words.

"Well, that's right. Most of the time, this was just the right thing, so I probably used it."

so. It is not ideal, but if the end result is a comfortable story, that compromise is not trivial. Given the character of God Beratall, this situation is inevitable. Do you understand? It is inevitable.

"In other words, it's too convenient for chance. Is that what you suspect?" "Well, this is the only place that's fast .... Or, in your case, you know from the beginning. You were on purpose. "

Kudels shrugs, saying he couldn't do it, and turns his eyes on the ice waiter nearby. At that moment, the curse of God Belator was released, and the waiter came back to life.

"I'm sorry, can you give me some drinks? Sweet and stronger alcohol, preferably a peach or something flavor." "Hey ... ha ha!" Still, he managed to understand the situation. When I looked around for a few seconds, I literally jumped up and ran for sake.

"Can I release my curse only with my gaze and recall the sickness from the dead? As usual, it's a dumb way to tinker with my life." "I don't feel so much praised. That kind of cursed glance is enough.

Eventually, the waiter returned to the liquor and the morals received it and poured it into the cup. Moral then gives a cup of sake to Kudels and whispers what he wonders.

"Hey, Kudels. Summarizing the above, is there someone who set this situation up? It's not really morally interesting either."

It's a silly phrase, but morals are still first class. He is the highest god. The height of its pride is comparable to that of Bellator.

"I'm annoyed that this is likely to be the case. It's a bold thing to think about. Well, if you think you can wield this polar bear so conveniently, there's no reason to be very happy."

Beratall sniffs, staring at Kudels.

"Hm. If you know that much, why don't you keep me silent?" "I refuse. In your case, if you're on your own, you don't care about the trouble around you. I'm sorry. ''

At that moment ... everyone's gaze came to Kudels.