Once transferred, Sage, I was reincarnated and became the son of the Demon King. ~ Eh ⁉ The sixteenth place in throne inheritance would be too low ~

"From what I hear, should Lord Krusnik, the king of vampires, consider himself a moderate?

"Right. One of my lords is a moderate intellectualist."

"Intelligence, or any other race, do you know what faction is allowing the width to prevail?

"Right. There are three extremists: the human lions, the giants, and the Dark Elves, right? Two opposite moderates are insecticians, the celestial race, right? We vampires say one thing or the other, this way, right? The last three are neutral: Arakune, Durahan and Eisenbrut."

Hmm. When I hear this, I feel like if I take the vampire messengers and bring them to the chiefs of the Twelve Families as they are, it will be resolved.

But it doesn't taste good to take you there and say it's over. That's how I got here.

It would be better to incorporate this' depth 'into the territory of the demonic kingdom than to extraterritorialize it as it is.

If so, where should we start and seek subordination?

Moderate first, I guess. Let's be the radical last.

Or is it from the neutrals? Uh-huh, don't get lost.

Worried, his wife, next to Mr. Le Bon, opened her mouth.

"Was it good for Master Lewie?

"Yes, it is."

"Master Lewie. I'm sorry to interrupt, but don't you know a ghost woman named Habaki?

"Eh ⁉"

Why is your mother's name coming up here?

"Once upon a time, when I came out of this' Orpy Tree Sea ', I knew him, and he traveled with me until I returned to the Tree Sea."

"Oh really?"

Mom, I didn't say that. Let's hear it when we get home.

Habaki is my mother.

"Well, is it ⁉"

Mr. Sierra looks very happy.

"This is another great edge. I didn't expect to see my wife's friend's son like this."

"I think so too."

"This is also on the edge of something. If there's anything I can do, say it."

Mr. Le Bon slaps his chest.

When they say that, I guess I have to say something.

Uh-huh. I don't know what to say.

"Master"

That's what I think, Arian's been talking to me in a whisper.

"What?

"We've come this far, so how about we take advantage of this opportunity to meet the King of Vampires?

"It's on a boulder"

"We just meet. I don't think it's a bad idea to talk to him and find out who he is."

Hmm. Sure, that's not a bad idea.

Maybe I can say no to boulders. Well, should we talk about it enough?

"Well, it's quick, though. Do you mind?

"Hmm. I'll do anything I can."

"Can I see that vampire king?

"... is that good enough?

"Yeah, that's enough"

"If so, why don't I show you where His Majesty is"

"Thank you"

I bow my head.

Phew. I thought I could say no, but good.

"That is so, Lord Lewie."

"Yes."

"Do you have a fiancé?

"? No?

Why are you asking me that?

With that said, why don't I have a fiancée? I wonder why?

"... good"

Right now, it looked like Amartya had a gutsy pose, but are you out of your mind?

"Right or right. That's good."

"Yeah, really"

Yeah? Mr. Le Bon and Mr. Sierra are happy to slap their hands.

"Lord Lewie. I don't know. Would you please make my daughter your fiancée?"

"... yes?

"Hey, it's about time for my daughter to have a fiancée, and it's good to know that your wife's friend's son is coming. What do you say?

"Yes, no, no matter what, I think you should think about how that young lady feels"

At the very least, I think you should tell your daughter this story.

Is that it? Something amartya looks at me with her jitsy eyes, why?

"Ha, yes, it may be, but my daughter is on the run, so we can rest assured that someone as calm as you is our fiancée."

"No, no, I won't at least tell your daughter this story after"

I think you can get married politically or at least do this.

"What, from my eyes, you seem to be a likeable person. So no problem. My daughter is a candidate for the next vampire king, but it won't be a problem"

"No, there's no problem."

The candidacy of the next Vampire King would mean that he is so strong and charismatic.

Fiancée or something like that, it reduces life expectancy.

"Ha ha, this is a good night. I didn't know my wife's friend's son was going to be my daughter's fiancée. No, it's a great edge. Ha-ha-ha."

Mr. Le Bon and Mr. Sierra laugh with pleasure.

Something, it looks like you've already made an engagement decision.

Amartya looks musty and looks that way.

Afterwards, I told him about my identity and how I was supposed to come to the land, in a colloquial manner. We were talking about it, and we offered tea leaves that were one of the reasons we came to this mansion, and we drank them together.

Mr. Le Bon said when he drank this tea, "Yeah. Tastes great. When I went to the other continent, it was a good drink," he said and drank as he looked nostalgic.

They can also take tea leaves in this land, but there is no place where they can be fermented, so tea leaves cannot be fermented.

Hmm. If so, I wonder if I can make a deal with this tea leaf.

With that in mind, I colluded when I asked if there was any more useful information.

Mr. Le Bon said, "If you stay at my mansion tonight, what do you think? He's also the son of a friend of my wife's, and he's my daughter's fiancé. No longer, naturally. It is painful to let such a man live in the wild," so sweet to you, we were to stay in the mansion.