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 ~

So, we went back to Mr. Nemear's house to discuss it in the living room.

"Again, let me introduce myself. Non is Lion Zehecres. There she is, the wife of an adultless sheik who lost a battle but didn't admit to losing."

Dissing my own husband, he introduced himself.

Mr. Nemear had a slightly damaged face, but I can't say anything because there's something I deserve.

"This is my daughters. My oldest daughter, Leggles, my second daughter, Denebola, and my third daughter, Sheltan, from the right."

The daughters introduced by Mr. Lyon looked like their mother, had a beautiful face in her blue eyes, and her hair was the same color but different length. My oldest daughter stretched out to her waist. Long straight. The second daughter has a bob cut cut cut cut with her shoulders cut together. The three women feel like a side tail on their left head.

Watching that, my oldest daughter, Mr. Leggles, has greeted me.

Nice to meet you.

With a smile and a flickering hand, I've greeted him.

Somehow, I'm smiling, but it feels like my eyes aren't laughing.

Those eyes seem to identify me. [M]

Apparently, you should be the most careful of your sisters.

…………

My second daughter, Mr. Denebola, looks at me like a stare.

This is also easy to deal with when viewed with obvious hostility.

Am I the kind of person who surprises you?

"Huh."

The third woman, Mr. Sheltan, looks at me from above her head to her toes.

This one looks at me curiously.

This kid is apparently curious.

"So, can I ask you why you've come to duel with your husband?

"Yes, actually."

I told him about how it was a duel. [M]

"Hmm. Complete."

Mr. Lion nods over and over again.

I'm thrilled to hear what you're going to say and wait for a response.

"Okay. Let's just say I'm subordinate to you."

What? ⁉ It's good. ⁉

"Chi, hey, no!

Mr. Nemear hastily joins the conversation on the boulder.

But Mr. Lion stares at Mr. Nemea like that with a guillotine.

"What. Is there a problem, too?

"It's full of problems. If you're subordinate, you won't lose the pride of my tribe."

"Proud? Huh?"

Isn't there nothing to laugh at with your nose?

"When the tribe is gone, there will be no pride in it or anything. Besides."

"And?"

"It's a shame those who lose a duel and waste talk of pride."

"Grr."

Oh, Mr. Nemear was dismayed.

It sounds pathetic, but it's the truth. Even though we're a couple, that's a tight way of saying it.

And Mr. Lyon turns his face to me.

"For my tribe the 'Code of the Beast King' is absolute. By virtue of that code, my tribe shall be subordinate to the Devil's kingdom."

And Mr. Lion bowed his head.

My daughters bowed their heads the same way as my mother bowed her head.

Mr. Nemear did not bow his head, turning away from his face, but reluctantly but bowed his head at Mr. Lion's glance.

Uh-huh. Well, I said subordinate over there, so I'm gonna have to obey.

"Well, you're going to the next tribe, but before you do, I want you to decide one thing."

"What is it?

"Who will my daughter take?

"... Yes?

Excuse me. I don't know what that means.

"I don't know what that means, do I?

"What, it's easy. As a testament to our subordination to the Devil's kingdom, we said we should take one of our daughters."

"Ha, that's what you mean"

Good. I thought it meant exactly who was good in the side room.

"Because he will finally be my concubine. You can do whatever you want."

"No, no, you can't do that"

"That's right. It would be a hell of a thing to do with my daughter on such a horsebone. ⁉"

"... where and when did you lose that horsebone?

"Kaha ⁉"

Stop it now. Because Mr. Nemear's health is another digit.

"And you seem competent, so you can spit on it while you're at it"

"... let it be, at least, after confirming your daughter's feelings"

"Yes, it is. How about you guys?

When Mr. Lion asks, the three of them look at each other.

"Uh-huh. I'm on hold."

"I say no"

Mr. Leggles is on hold. Mr. Denebola refuses. The last one.

Well, I'll be there.

Mr. Sheltan raised his hand.

"All right, let's make it Denebola"

"Ha, why? Mother."

"It's a survey. Besides, get used to guys."

"But"

"It's a matter of decision now. I don't accept complaints. If you really say so."

Mr. Lion pounds his arm.

"I'll help you. I'll make you listen."

Seeing that, everyone shut up.

We have to convince him here. Because.

………………

Amartya and Carmilla are staring at me.

Later, let's try to convince Mr. Lion.