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 ~

Having decided where to go, we immediately head to the nest of insects where they say 'nest'.

The leg to go was turned into a carriage of horses with no neck, summoned by the Durahans.

They say the nest of the Insects is where they arrive after a day of running, even on a carriage from inside the Arakunes.

The member to be taken, instead of Lishmond, was ridden by Mr Swillen.

He says he knows the chief of the Insect Clan.

So I decided to take him, but at first I wondered how I would get Mr. Suilen on board.

"It's okay."

After I said that, Mr. Swillen's appearance was engulfed in smoke. When the smoke cleared, the part of the spider's foot was turning into a human foot.

Hey, what did you do?

'This is it. This is how we, the Jollogumo species, can turn into humans. "

"Heh, yeah."

"After that, I can turn into another figure, but you want to see it?

"Another chance, please"

Even if you become a giant spider or something, you'll have trouble reacting.

Nevertheless.

Chirali and I saw Mr. Swillen's leg.

Leg length, looks like a model.

Her breasts are big, her legs are long, and she's in a shape that women envy.

Unexpectedly watching, I felt murderous.

So I stopped looking.

"Well, shall we go?"

Mr. Swillen rode first, so we decided to ride as well.

The seating order has been in front, Mr Swillen, Mr Arian and Mr Rooty. Mr. Carmilla, it's my turn, Amartya.

There was nothing particularly rubbing in the seating order, and the conversation progressed.

I thought I could rub it.

I clapped it out a little, but, well, let's do a good thing.

The escorts were given by the Durahan and Arakune tribes.

I saw it through the carriage window, but the Arakunes are surprisingly early. I was surprised to be side-by-side with the carriage horse.

Keep running for a day.

We arrived at Nest, the nest of the insects.

In front of the nest, soldiers stood spears.

The soldier was a bipedal ant, no matter what.

"Is that an insect tribe, too?

"Yeah, that's right. In this sea of trees, insects are people who look like insects, except for me and the Arakunes."

In the world of previous life, spiders didn't get insects in, so you just have to think about it in the same way.

If so, you might want to consider that there are different races.

Don't even think about wasps on beetles, butterflies and dandruff. There may be blemishes because the ants are here.

Ha, if you think you're that far away, are those black Gs there too?

Uh-huh. Is that it, like this ant, standing on two legs?

That's it. Do you have a title or something, like the G that comes out in a novel that's reincarnated into a skeletal wizard within a good idea of a salarier?

Uh-huh. That's it, that's a little bit of a fear thing, isn't it?

Or does it feel like a Phantom mimicking G who came out as a one-shot special hero?

What would it be like? Or maybe it doesn't exist.

"Who da"

"Famous name le"

Ant soldiers asked as they put up their spears.

I don't know the gender, but you have a surprisingly high voice.

Before I named him, Mr. Swillen answered.

"I am Suilen, the chief of the Arakune tribe. There's been a serious conversation. Match your elders. [M] to all (...) members (...)"

Yes? All of them?

I don't know what that means.

Looking at it like that, Mr. Swillen puts his face closer.

"The insects told you about the species that looked like insects, except the Arakunes."

"Yes."

"Because there are so many tribes in this relationship, do not leave the chief alone, but send one representative from each tribe to lead the insect tribe in a tribal association by them"

Cheng Cheng. Should I consider it like a multi-ethnic society?

"Colleja, Dear Swiren"

"Critical na story desca? minutes kalimasita. Chieftains two passages e two ikimasnode, a little o to chi"

"You don't have to."

Oh, my God, I heard voices coming from somewhere.

I wondered where he was and looked around.

"Ha-ha-ha, where are you looking? I'm over here."

The voice was heard from above, so I turned up.

There's someone on the tree.

But the tree's in the way and it doesn't look good.

Who the hell is that?

"Oh, it's been a while. Butterflies."

"Yes?"

What, that, hurriedly moving phonetic sound? Is that your name?

Whoever was called Butterflies, went down from the top of the tree.

When you look at that bummer, it's what it looks like. Looks like a 0 sided rider from South America.

I want you to do everything you can to shut out some big river because you're looking like that.

"Oh, my God. Sui."

When I heard the butterflies, I almost stumbled.

With that look, is it Oneh with that look?

Please. Speak like a wild child.

Mr. Swillen doesn't care about the tone of the butterflies or anything, he's hi-touched.

"So, it's wild to say what you've been doing."

"Oh, we're talking fast. That's why he leads me to the Chiefs' Council."

"OK. it's my best friend's favor, and the giants are coming, so I'll let you through."

That said, Mr. Butterfly let us in the village.

I'm surprised at the onese tone, but he doesn't seem like a bad person.

"By the way, who's the kid next to it?

"My future husband."

Mr Swillen says as he hugs me.

Please. Please don't say that.

From behind, I felt murderous, but I didn't have the courage to look back.

"I'll introduce myself again. I call myself Bertara Batta."

Oh, is that why you're so bummed?

I wonder what that naming sense is, but not to mention flowers here.

"Thank you for your kind introduction. I am the apostle of the demonic kingdom, and I call him Lewie."

"Huh. Pretty cute girl."

Mr. Butterfly is looking at me. [M]

Because the bug's eyes are called double-eyed, I guess I'm the one in every bat's eye right now.

"She's cute, but she's a messenger."

Mr. Butterfly reached out and stroked his head.

I haven't felt caressed since I got here.

"You don't stroke much, do you? I know she's cute, but she's my plaything."

Right now, in some other word, I feel like I've been told, but are you out of your mind?

"Oh, I forgot to tell you, because I am also the chief of the Glasshopper tribe"

Yes. I represent my body.

"All the tribes but me are in the meeting right now."

"How many are there, by the way?

There are seven of them, including me.

"What kind of people are they?

"You'll see."

That's what Mr. Butterflies said, and he looked like a kid who set up a prank.

And we got to where we thought the meeting was taking place.

There were soldiers from every tribe in the place.

Flies, wasps, geese, bees, turtles, dragonflies and many other soldiers were present.

The soldiers saw us all at once.

But when I saw Mr. Butterfly and Mr. Swillen beside me, I looked at him and wondered why he was here.

"Dear Butterflies. Haven't you been to the meeting yet?

Something, someone whose hand was like a sickle, whose face was human, but who also had eyes on his forehead, spoke.

This looks like an insect of the Kamakiri species.

But Kamakiri used to be said to be the same as Batta, but a recent study. Then they made him another species, didn't they? But when I look at you talking like this, I wonder if I should consider you and Mr. Butterflies a homosexual.

"I'm sorry. 'Cause I just knew him."

"Ha, is that right"

That's what I'm saying, look at us.

"Are you a guest of the tribal longitude?

"Right. That's why I'm coming in."

"I'd like to be myself. What about the others?

Saying so, the Kamakiri see the tribal people nearby.

Everyone looked at each other and talked with their eyes wondering what was going on.

And you're done talking, you're out in public.

"Can only one escort enter the room?"

"Yeah, that's good."

Just one person is enough.

Yeah? I said something like that, and I got chilly.

I was curious, looking back, something amarty was staring at me. For some reason, Mr. Rooty was mixed up, too.

"What are you doing?

"I don't know"

Something, Mr. Swillen was laughing bitterly.

"Well, shall we go"

"Right."

How can those three be staring at each other when we've already decided to come in together? Strange.

We pass among the soldiers of each tribe and enter the conference hall.

There were people from every tribe in the conference hall, surrounded by round tables.

Some of them were sitting in chairs, but apparently others were unable to do so.

A man in a beetle-like crust looks at us as he sits in a chair.

……………

But I don't say a word. Are you silent, or do you think of me as a frivolous person?

"Oh, welcome, Guest."

A woman with butterfly feathers has greeted her in a quiet tone.

"Oh, my God, what can I do for you? ⁉ahhh"

Mench-cut by a man with bee feathers and black eyes.

Yankee? I wonder.

……

A child my age who grew fly feathers doesn't even look at us, he's eating something.

"So what about these guys?

That's what I said, she was the biggest woman in all this.

Her upper body was a woman, but her legs were first and foremost the body of an ant.

"Who da?

A man with four wings is pointing his spear tip at me.

Are these the tribal chiefs who bring together the tribes of the Insect Nation?

"I'll see you first. I'm Lewie. He's a messenger of the demonic kingdom."

When I named him, the man with the spear tip lowered his spear.

"Excuse me, Sita. A Hadragonfly tribal chief Katsutadato Shens"

Yeah. A courtesy like this samurai. Maybe this guy goes by in militancy among the insect tribes.

When Lord Katsutada named him that, the other tribal chiefs also named him.

"Tateznokabutu tribal chief.... Pizarro."

If you're a helmet, you say bossy with a voice you can hear properly, even though it's not that loud.

You're a silent but existential person.

"My name is the button of the Papillon tribal chief. Please, thank you."

Someone who speaks in a unique tempo tone, looking at me with a slightly dripping eye.

Uh-huh. Something, beside this guy, I guess time is slowly flowing.

"Look, Belle. Let's wake up because the customers are here."

and wake up the girl sleeping next door, while the button chief says so.

The woken child looks at me with his sleeping eyes rubbing his eyes.

"... who?

"Lewie, the apostle of the demonic kingdom. Look, let's say hello."

"... Belzebub, chief of the Frariga tribe"

That's what he said, and he looks at me like a jerk.

I don't feel hostile or malicious, so it seems like I'm just looking at it with curiosity.

Now there's only two of us who don't know the name.

As I watched, a man who looked like some kind of bee came menching off.

"Ahem, what are you looking at?

What high school yankee are you?

So much so that I wanted to hear it, it looked just like the Yankee I remember in my previous life.

"Excuse me. May I ask your name?

"Why, if I have to name you after you, do I have to?

Even if it's because I named you, you're going to tell me if I know that.

Well, I wonder what you said.

"There's a May fly. It would be nice to be able to go to a tribal council like this for a surrogate, but I can see the bottom line."

Something, a woman with a part of an ant's body says, closing the blade fan she has.

"Amonto. That's a nice way to say that, Ant."

"Damn, you Apebines have May flies. Your wife was no better than you, Mayfly. Well, it's a tribe that can't fly without flying around and making May fly feathers, so there's no choice."

"This Ama. This way, too, the Anforomi and the Ka don't fit the horses."

A deputy chief of the Apebane tribe mourns the chief of the tribe of Ampholomica.

Even with that gaze, the tribal chiefs of Ampholomica were flat.

Thought there might be a brawl if it stayed that way.

"Yes, sir. We'll both have a fight later, and now it's more important than that."

Pay for the sinister air as Mr. Butterfly slaps his hand.

"Hmm."

The deputy chief of the Apebane tribe turned away more.

Bees and ants were definitely in the same group. How can you be so unfriendly?

"Now, with the messenger of the demonic kingdom, the concubine is Ambia, chief of the Ampholomica tribe. Later."

"Thank you for your kindness."

I bowed my head as I thought you were going to talk in a tone like some queen.

"Look, can't the Lord introduce himself?"

"Hmm? Why?"

"It would be disrespectful if the other person named him, but not himself. Do you want me to tell your wife about this?

"Son of a bitch,... whoa, okay. I'm Speeby, deputy chief of the Apebine tribe. Night exposure, death and suffering."

You're talking about something like an old Yankee.

"Did the chief say anything about surrogacy?

"Oh, yeah. That's why I'm here."

Uhm. So are you feeling crunchy?

"Calm down. I know you're worried about my sister. That's why it won't solve anything if your Lord stands still."

"... Okay, I get it."

That's what Ambia told me, and Mr. Spivey looked complicated.

I wonder if you regret being told that because you're not close.

"What's wrong with Viquin?

"... he's missing."

"Whatever ⁉"

After listening to Mr. Batavata's surprise and talk, the woman named Bequin is the elder of the Apebine tribe and Mr. Spivey's sister?

"Why is he missing? ⁉"

"With my nieces, I said I was going to pick honey, and I left the village. A little while ago, a tribal guy said he saw a bunch of giants, so he rushed to find them, but he couldn't."

"So are your nieces?

Mr. Spivey shakes his neck to the side.

"Maybe the giants caught you and held you hostage?

"No, you wouldn't even come up with that idea for that brain-muscle clan"

Brain muscles, giants, that's what it feels like in other worlds.

While I think so, the tribal chiefs' conversation continues.

"What are they marching for this time?

"I don't know. They know exactly what they're fighting for."

"Is there a shortage of food?

"That's not true. This sea of trees is home to many warcraft. There is no shortage of food."

"Then what's the purpose this time?

"... someone should go scouting to find out about it."

"Agreed"

Mr. Pizarro and Mr. Katsutada say we should put out a reconnaissance.

Yeah. I agree with that opinion.

"To that reconnaissance, who do you put out?

Mr. Swillen pinched his mouth.

Well, you will.

That's what the tribal chiefs are saying and thinking.

"... oh, yeah"

"Yeah? What's wrong?

"The messenger of the demonic kingdom that is there. Let me go, okay?

Mr. Spivey slaps his hands all over the idea of a name.

When I say that, they all look at me in unison.

"Soleja"

"Foolishness, Dana. Lord Lewie, Ga. Reconnaissance, Niiku, Merit, Hanai."

"But I do. It won't be any more dangerous than sending a messenger from us."

"How can you say that?

"We look more like ourselves than we do. If we don't fight, we'll be fine."

The humans, they're all like brothers.

Though, I was going to go to the giants' place in the meantime, so it's not bad.

But when I say I'm going, I won't tell you because something troublesome is going to happen.

Shall I assume that one of the tribal chiefs in this will be on that stream if he proposes, as Mr. Spivey did?

"That's good. The draft."

It was Mr. Butterfly who said that.

"Bertara, how about Soleja iu seika min katte sayi lnoka?

"Of course. That's why I think Liu will listen to you more than we will."

Excuse me. That Liu? Is that about me?

Looking at Mr. Butterflies, he just nodded at me for being right.

I want you to stop playing tricks.

"Besides, in the meantime, it seemed like we were going to the Giants, and we should just let them go."

"Shikashi"

"It doesn't make any sense to keep talking like this. Someone has to know about the Titans."

"Are you going to let His Eminence there do that?

To Mr. Ambia's words, Mr. Butterfly nods.

After that, it was decided by a majority vote.

Do we decide on democratic matters in this place?

He writes his name bearer and says yes or no on paper.

Results. Agreed IV. Opposite three.

I guess I thought it was bad to just push it against a boulder. He was to go with a handful of other members of our tribe.