Ohanabatake no Maousama

Devil King Kudels, relentless. In response to the news, gods from all over the country were urgently called. Then, the gods gathered in the great temple in Droupea and talks began on how to solve this unprecedented situation.

"I can't do it for the time being." "Yeah. I can't." To be clear, this call was only meant to make a achievement, "I didn't do anything."

"Well, you guys! How much you are, but you're too irresponsible !!"

He hits Don and his desk, and a large polar bear roars. Nothing else. It was the fourth-class god Berator.

"That's right, Mr. Belator. You know the scariness of your younger brother." "Fortunately, I was just running out of control but only one girl and one sacrifice zone. "Let's do something badly and spread the damage, it's not a collective thing."

The gods give excuses one after another toward Belator, who is singing. In response to the reaction, a squealing sound of bellows echoed from Bellator's mouth.

"You guys are still God! Even though the people are suffering, you're just doing nothing and watching them ... shame on you!"

Who can guarantee that the damage could be done in one girl and one sacrifice zone in the first place? Rather, it's just a cover, and it's the Kudels pattern that undermines a ridiculous plan.

However, the reaction of the gods to Beratall, who spoke hot, was cold. If you translate that line of sight, you're the only one who's worried about it ...

"Then you have to do something, Mr. Berator." "We don't want to involve residents of other areas."

At last, Belatorol was sharply dismissed by his splendid waiver. As if the blue light had illuminated the room for an instant, most of the gods in the room were frozen. No matter how much Belator had the power of a first-class deity, it was an overwhelming and overwhelming sight.

"Well, let's not talk! Yuhorika, you're the elder in this area! Please tell them something!"

Kicking off one of the nearby gods, Bellator looks back at the pink-haired transvestite boy god. Then, Yuhorika sighed melancholy after sipping tea in his hand.

"Well, emotionally, I agree with Mr. Belator. When I was told what to do, I couldn't find a way to do it."

Yes, that's exactly the problem. Kudels is already laying on a wall of iron wall, and knowing where to start even with the gods. It was the gods' misstep that slowed the watch and slowed down. And now, even if you explore the hands of Kudels, you need to have the highest level of skills among the intermediate gods.

"... I'm basically persuaded. Fortunately, that's a story that's at an exceptional level among demons. And that's ridiculously sweet to my relatives."

Yuhorika nodded at such words.

"That's right. If you try hard, you will have to be prepared for a great deal of damage. Then there is only a dialogue route."

But up to that point, he had been thinking about Berator. However, there are significant obstacles to proceeding further.

"The problem is how to reach out to that one." "I never thought that the whole cold village would be swallowed by a tree .... Thank you, that area is already another world. Does not work properly. "

The world tree created by Kudels has the property of putting magic around it under its own control and forming a world. It is deadly for the gods whose bodies are made up of pure magic, and if they are careless they can easily die out of their magic.

"When it comes to…, there is no other way than a person with physical flesh entering into it as an messenger." "But is there a suitable person?"

Surprisingly, Juhorica nodded greatly. Apparently, he anticipated this event and thought about his hands in various ways.

"I don't think it's a problem if you are a second-class deity, Mr. Darten. I personally have heard that you have a deep friendship with Mr Kouders, so I think it would be easier to respond to the dialogue."

But Beratall did not nod.

"That young man ... it's no good. I'm sure he has the ability to go inside, but I can't imagine a place where he could beat Kuders by mouth." I could not afford to use such human resources.

"Then, what about the moral palace of the first-class gods?" "The Goddess of Forbidden Prayer. Don't be worried. That's more about Kuders. I can't sit down. "

Rather, she must have been looking forward to the call, anticipating its development. However, her power to absorb emotions is very effective against Kuders' madness. Should I take risks and get tangled?

And it seems that the story of the right people has run out here. After sighing deeply, Juhorica told Belorator:

"That was a problem. If so, wouldn't only you or me be the right person?"

Bellator can't reply to Yuhorika, who keeps an eye on him. -Can you do it? To persuade the younger brother who always fights when we meet.

An unpleasant sweat was slowly smearing on the palm of a silenced polar bear.