Ohanabatake no Maousama

"... Polar bear? If you come to see the emergency line that should have been crushed, what a joke is this?"

The person who appeared above the magic circle was undoubtedly the west demon king, Fidusia. The fox ears, covered with silver hairs, hang down and seem to be in a bad mood.

But she wasn't alone. Instead of a polar bear, Beratall also frowns.

"Is this a polar bear? You are the fox's edge ..."

But Fidusia asks before the line ends.

"So what's the point? Why are you calling it this elaborate way, so there's a good reason for it?"

Fidusia sounds like a ridiculous tone, but Bellator snorted without rage. It is an intention not to take an overt provocation.

"Hm. It's not a big deal. The little girl here wants to join the Royal Dance Company, so I want to borrow wisdom."

At that moment, the air was frozen. You can clearly see Fidusia's mood plunging. Amoena was terrified and trembled by the anger and magic of Fidusia, which can also be felt through the illusion.

"What is the content of the two most powerful gods consulting me of the four kings?

Fidusia tells him in a voice that has killed his anger. Then, Belator nodded for some reason.

"Yes, trivial, but Kudels is involved."

At that moment, Fidusia's pressure eases, and she appears to be thinking. Kudels' name had a dramatic effect. The story that he is despised among the demons is incredibly incredible.

"Kuders? If you're empowering a mind-boggling conspiracy around those values, you're going to be going to sneak on that ridiculous thing." Fidussia turns around with a serious face.

"It's just my foolish thing. It's a terrible story, because most unreasonable things can only be passed on by giving the name of the guy. I want to hear about it, but ... I would like to hear your opinion after explaining the situation whether you are plotting. ''

However, Fidusia sighed with small wrinkles between her eyebrows.

"I don't know what Kouders thinks. In the first place, I wouldn't have any trouble if I could do that."

As far as Fidsia knows, the most unreasonable and inexplicable in this world is the predecessor, the Demon King. The next hardest thing to understand is the genuine masterpiece of Kudels, who was educated immediately by his predecessor, who threw a spoon that he couldn't find in the end.

"But I guess it's a childhood guess, but I'm told you're a childhood friend." Fidusia's eyelids squirm in a provocatively resounding Beratall line.

"I'm not sure I don't know at all, but I want to look inside that Kudels's head ... there's a lot of bad taste."

Morph and Bertall remember emotions similar to bitter smile, as Fidusia spoke while hiding his mouth with a fan. Because I know it won't be a good story anyway.

"But if you're planning something, it's not a negligible story. I'm not worried, but let's talk about it. "

I don't know what meetings took place in Fidusia's head, but they would probably cooperate.

"That's for sure. That idiot gets you involved in an unexpected way." Bertall laughed with a fantastic reply.

It is a man named Kudels who creepes into a place where people live normally and disturbs at an inevitable level. And the most troublesome thing is that it can be useful.

"Well, there's no hobby of talking to each other, isn't that the little girl there who wants to join the Royal Dance Company and want to consult? It's too trivial and has no idea how to deal with it. But"

so. Whether you run the dark cults under Fidusia or the priests under Bertoll or the morals, the problem is too trivial and if you put too much pressure on them, the whole troupe could blow off. Their social influence is so powerful that they need to be very careful when engaging with people.

"Um. In that regard, I guess that Kuders is probably setting up to do something. I'm going to use it, but I don't know what he was thinking about." I need to find out what Kudels was doing recently. "

Finally, Belator looked back at Amoena.

"Hey, puss. Let's talk about what Kudels was doing these days." "For example, what did you do before you came to Tinfa?"

Suddenly, Amoena shrugged. Of course. Anyway, since the opponent is a god or a demon king, even being exposed to that line of sight is heavy for ordinary humans. Kuders, who always has a laid back atmosphere, is more unusual.

And Amoena, who is just frightened and says nothing, becomes increasingly sharp with the eyes of Veratol and Fidusia.

Realizing that silence would only offend these whimsical and mighty beings, Amoena finally began to speak.

"Well, um ... I met Kuders ... um, early this spring ..."