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 ~

We finally arrived at Pride, the village of the Lions, on foot for a few days.

At the entrance to the village, he told the guards he wanted to speak to the chief.

The guards also looked at us with their eyes like they were looking at something that looked frigid at first, but the moment they saw Mr. Carmilla, they yelled, "Ki, vampire ⁉" and went straight to the village.

In the meantime, I don't know if the villagers heard the guards screaming as they waited at the entrance or if they came smelling unfamiliar to smell it, but there was something crowded.

He's moving his nose with Sung Sung as he looks at us. Does it smell anything?

Feeling the unholy gaze of the villagers, waiting for the guards to come back, he was in an all-time large physique among the people of the same man lion clan, and a white furry man lion man appeared.

"I am Cress to Nemear Ze, the chief of the lion clan of men. What are your lords' names?

When I tried to name him, Mr. Carmilla came forward.

"I am Carmilla of the Vampire Clan. The two beasts are escorts, so let me skip the explanation."

I think I could say something else, but Amartya seemed unhappy, but Arian doesn't seem to think anything of it. Mr. Carmilla did not care and continued the conversation.

"And this one is Master Lewie. He is the king of the demon kingdom, the prince of the end of the demon king."

"Prince? Why would someone like that be here?

"As a messenger of the demonic kingdom, I have come to this sea of trees."

"The messenger?"

Mr. Nemear tilted his neck but opened his mouth after a few thoughts.

"What is it here? You can come to my house."

Mr. Nemear squeaks with his jaw, so we enter the village.

And, with Mr. Nemear at the forefront, he walked in the village.

Hmm. Try this, making a house looks like wood. After all, I thought you were living in a cave, but you weren't. Looks like a straw house from the making.

And we got in front of the biggest house.

"Get in."

Mr. Nemear told us, we went into the house.

In the house, the ceiling was high and well ventilated.

There were several seated futons made of some straw-like material in the middle of the room where there was something like an enclosure.

Perhaps Nemea, who leads him to what appears to be the living room, will sit first.

"Sit as you please"

That's what they say, each one sits to his liking.

Of course, I will sit face to face with Mr. Nemear.

"Well, let's talk about it"

Mr. Nemear asked, so I told him why I came here and why.

"Don't be ridiculous!

After listening to the talk, Mr. Nemear slammed the floor.

Uh-huh. Well, it's usually this reaction.

I think it's odd that you think like a vampire prince, subordinate before you talk about anything.

Well, how do we take the talk from here?

"Why should our proud lions be subordinated to the Devil's Kingdom?"

"It will make your tribe richer."

"There is no freedom, such as the abundance of subordination."

"Instead, the lions will survive."

"Survival without freedom is the same as a beast who lost his fangs."

Uh-huh. This is pretty stubborn.

"But. Beasts with too sharp fangs will be hunted."

So far, Mr. Carmilla, who has been silent, has interrupted the conversation.

"Hmm. Not with us and the vampires! The only fangs they use to suck blood are the weak ones who subordinate themselves to nothing."

"Hey, whats up ⁉"

Oh, Mr. Carmilla got angry.

Not good. It's going to get stuffy if it stays like this. I wonder what the problem is.

"Hmm. I'll tell you as many times as you want! These blood-sucking bats..."

"What a bipedal cat says ⁉"

Something's starting to sound like a kid fight.

I have no choice but to mediate. [M]

"Well, both of you, calm down"

They look at me at the same time.

"Hmm. Lord, you said Lewie or something, what good would the Lord do us if he subordinated us?

"Right.... first of all, I wonder if I would then sell what I could pick in this tribe as a specialty."

"Toxanhin?"

"What were the things the villagers were making when they passed through the village before entering this house?

"That's leather. He trims the fur of the hunted warcraft and makes it into armor, clothes, and parts of the bow material."

"Sell that leather and get something you can't take from this place."

"What is that thing?

"Salt or something."

"M⁉"

Mr. Nemear looked up.

In this sea of trees. I guess I won't have to pick some salt.

I don't know if it's a good idea to stick it in there, but I'll close my eyes because of the bargaining technique.

…………

Mr. Nemear is thinking with his eyes closed.

Well, what kind of answer would you give me?

In a square in the village, I stood for some reason.

Across the street, Mr. Nemear was flexing his body.

I guess I'm in a prep movement.

And there was cobblestone just a little higher in the square than on the ground.

The villagers and the Arians are there, as they surround the cobblestone.

Amartya looked anxious, and Mr. Carmilla and Arian looked particularly unexpected.

Why are you here?

After listening to us, I thought about it a little bit, and Mr. Nemear said:

"Wouldn't this be decided in The Code of the Beast King?"

Code of the Beast King.

When I asked him what he would do, even though he thought it sounded cool.

He said the code is to fulfill the wishes of those who have won a single ride.

Alright, that's it. I'm asking you to listen to the man who wins the duel.

It is well understood that this tribe is a brain muscle.

It's important, so I said it twice.

So, I'm in a square in the village.

You heard the talk of a duel, and the villagers were starting to watch the game.

Honestly, why do you think this is happening, but, well, if you win, you take the word beforehand that you will be subordinate, so no problem.

If I lost, that's all I felt comfortable with because they said there was nothing in particular.

Are you done with the prep movement, Mr. Nemear goes up to the cobblestone?

"Everyone, today came those outside the sea of trees, asking us to subordinate ourselves to the Lions of Man. When I heard that, I decided to make up my mind in The Code of the Beast King. That's good for everyone!

When Mr. Nemear screams, he cheers.

Wrapped in that cheer, I rise to the cobblestone.

When I rise to the cobblestone, Mr. Nemear looks at me.

"Hmm. I thought the escort was coming out, but I didn't know the Lord was coming out"

"I'm a man, too."

Besides, I say it's tempting to let a woman fight.

You know what the word means, Mr. Nemear gives you a mouth angle.

"Heh heh, looks like I have a little bone. Now, let's explain the rules of this duel."

I nodded to encourage it to continue.

"I don't mind killing each other, but it's against courtesy to kill for being a messenger of the demonic kingdom. So let's put the handles on."

"Is that a handful?

"That's right. If you put my back on the ground, you lose, and the Lord is out of battle, I win."

I think you're being licked, but I think you're quite powerful because you mean the chief.

Honestly, I can't help but get licked because I don't know how much of a difference in strength there is.

That's why I'm not going to lose.

"On current terms, no problem, huh?

"None."

"Okay, let's start"

Mr. Nemear set himself up.

I don't have the stuff, but my nails stretched out like some mutant.

My fortune borrowed the sword used by the men of this tribe.

I still use various weapons in my martial arts exercises, but none of them are pinned.

I used a spear in my previous life, so I waved the spear, but for some reason it didn't hold up, and I was reincarnated, so I felt it would be good to use another weapon in this life, so I don't have an object called a gain so far.

I'm putting my sword on it as my own protection, but it's for protection only.

Being a protective person, my body is short and not suitable for duels.

So I borrowed my sword. It's for combat, so I made it a sword that has a long body and a weight that I can shake.

"Hmm. You don't have any money of your own, but to duel, are you stupid, or is that all you have?

Mr. Nemear gives his mouth a funny angle.

"Heh heh, well, you see what kind of bark you get when you lose"

The air has changed. It's the battlefield air I felt in my last life.

There won't be a "start" voice like a practice match on a boulder.

Hey, let's hear one thing before we start.

"That I can use anything (...), right?

When I ask, Mr. Nemear laughs with his nose.

"Of course. I don't care what your lord uses. Well, whatever you use, you won't beat me. Gahahahaha"

Mr. Nemear laughed out with his chest stretched.

Ugh, I don't think you should think it's going to work that way.

I took the word, so shall I use what I took?

Standing with each other, they move jizzily.

There was no voice for initiation, but this is how it started. Maybe.

And then Mr. Nemear jumped in.

Shake your nails down as you open your mouth and show your fangs.

The nail seemed sharp enough to think it would tear me apart easily.

With my nails imminent, I am not rushing to get my hands on my nose... and give out things.

And I threw that out at Mr. Nemear.

"You're a pigsty, like this, give me something. ⁉"

Mr. Nemear took the throw with his hand.

At that time, the smell must have come from the throw. My face is loose.

"Ha Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni Ni ~ ~ ~ ⁉"

And I roll down the ground, holding it with both hands of what I had in my hand and smelling it.

The look of it rolling around with a tranced face was like a cat.

"... I didn't think it would work this far"

I tried to produce the cathartic mint that I had in mind. [M]

Because this shape resembled matatabi, I threw it but didn't think it would work this far.

Seriously, a cat with a mattavi. No, a catarrhia mint.

The earlier condition was that Mr. Nemear would lose if he put his back on the ground.

Now Mr. Nemear was rolling to the ground, smelling the cathartic mint.

My back is on the ground.

This is good for my win, right?

"Nyah... ha ⁉"

Oh, I'm back to sanity.

Mr. Nemear stood up and paid off the dirt and other things that got to his body.

And look around.

The villagers looked at Mr. Nemear with unstoppable eyes.

"Oh, oh, Gohon. Yeah. That's it.... that's practice now. Next is the real deal!

Wow, this guy can't grow up.

Or if I do it again, I'll lose this time, so I'll have to get rid of it.

"What, I think that was a condition of losing if you put your back on the ground?

"Ah, ah, oh, it's an invalid match because your lord used weird stuff"

"I think Mr. Nemear said you could use anything in advance?

"Ugh."

"I lost, but I don't want to admit it, so I'll do it again. Or 'Code of the Beast King'. Is it that simple?

"Guuuuuuuuuuuu"

You look remorseful, but I don't think you'll regret having a cathartic mint in your hand.

Now, if I keep hunting him down, it's going to be a hassle, so why don't you ask someone to mediate and convince me?

"What's all this noise?

With that in mind, I heard a woman.

The person was a pink woman with a faint pigment with cat ears.

Beautiful face. He had blue eyes.

And about the big balls watermelon seems like a breast. Creased hips. Tight ass against chest.

Uh-huh. Somehow, it's a great style.

And I got chilly for some reason when I was watching? I wonder why?

Well, fine. Now it's more important to know who this guy is than that.

"Excuse me. What about you?

"Non? Non is Lion Zehecres. It's the wife of the man there."

I point to Mr. Nemear and say. Mr. Nemear is the chief, so is he the wife of the chief?

"Was it the chief's wife? I'm Lewie. I am the Prince of the Devil's Kingdom and have been a messenger in this sea of trees."

"The messenger?"

Mr. Lion tilts his neck.

Doing so, about three women appeared from behind.

"Oh, I'm tired. You've had a lot of prey today, but you've had a lot of trouble running around and hunting them down."

"Right. Oh, my God, what's wrong?

"Mother, what's wrong?

Something just happened to Mr. Lyon.

Although my age is falling apart. They're all beautiful.

………………

Guys, you're looking at me jiggly.

Yeah. Something, that's embarrassing.

"Here, why don't we talk at home"

And because Mr. Lyon said so, I just nodded that I had accepted, too.