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 ~

Returning from the South District to the Central District, we returned to the hall without stopping by.

When I came near the hall, I was thrilled.

In front of the gate, Sister Hell stood in arms and was Jen-royal.

I know he intends to do as he usually does, but there is a "leak in chi" from his body, causing people to constrict them walking.

Seeing that, I thought I was right to come home early.

"I'm home, Sister Hell..."

When I speak, Sister Hell moves her neck and looks at me.

"... are you back?"

"Yeah."

"That was fast. I thought we were gonna stop somewhere."

"Ha, ha, it was just a little errand, so I came right back after it."

"... right"

Sister Hell stroked my head and went back to the hall.

"... abuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

"What exactly did you see that Master Lewie feared?

"... I guess it's a horrible eye to put it in your mouth"

When they heard my words, Joshua and the others put their hands on my shoulders.

And I tell you with my eyes that we've met the same.

But Altria tilted her neck because she didn't know what it meant.

Back in the hall I went to the office and called Lishmond.

Call it in a little bit.

The concoction door was knocked.

"Go ahead."

I let him through without checking who I was.

"Excuse me."

That's what I said, I came into the room.

"Is that it, Denebola?

Excuse me while I'm at work.

Denebola will thank you if you enter the room.

What can I do for you?

Either this kid doesn't feel like he likes me very much, or he doesn't really come by.

The others are pretty close.

"So, what can I do for you?

"Actually,... one of my men who came with me to this city earlier said he saw my body, so can you give me permission to look"

"Inside? Did either your sister or sister come to this city?

"No, you don't"

That's what I said, mouthcaged Denebola.

"Is that a hard thing to say?

"Well, that's not why..."

"You mean to expose yourself to shame?

"Actually, it is."

Denebola bowed her head.

"Then I have no choice. Do you know where he is?

"Yes, I know the general location, so it would be helpful if you just gave me permission to look"

"Well, it's nothing good. Is there a soldier?

"Heh? Um, can I make that easy decision?

"It's okay. I'm just looking for people. So, well, if you say you're understaffed, I'll lend you one?

"No, only those who came with me are enough."

"Right. If you want a hand, don't hesitate to say it."

"Yes. Now if you'll excuse me."

Denebola graciously walked out of the room.

"But you're a searcher. What kind of person is he?

Does Denebola go looking for a pretty important person?

Don't worry about who you are. Well, if you want a hand, will you tell me from the other side?

That's what you think. Now the door was knocked.

"Who?

'It's Lishmond. May I come in?

"Go ahead."

Now it's time for Lishmond to come into the room.

"I'm here to call you"

Oh, there's something I need to ask you.

"Is that what you want to hear?

"Yeah. Is there some kind of theater thing in the South End?

"Is it a theater? No, there's nothing like that."

Right. Is there a theater?

If so, why was that guy dressed like that?

Is that Dada, or is that insanity?

If so, you're quite a curiosity.

Um... what was that? I can't remember the name.

I can't remember the name because the fit was too docile and shocking.

"Well, let Bashid look into it"

I thought so and stopped remembering the person's name.