Story of The Ancient Demon King!

Spring Urara.

The flowers of the garden, which can be seen from the open windows of the salon, bloom proudly, creating a peaceful space with colorful colors.

The gentle and warm wind carries the good scent of the flowers and heals the hearts of those who visit the salon.

Such a rough afternoon.

"Hah...."

……

My jungle salon had... gu depri.

"Hah ~... fuu... haha..."

It's a delicate princess.

Faces down on a rocky table polished to the ground and plays with his orange hair.

The usual bright, sunny princess Erica is full of flashes you can't imagine.

"... Your Highness"

Erica is fine ~

Okay, Erica.

"I'm not asking you to abandon me! You can't do that! A princess!?

A princess with all her strength. It looks like she's jumping up and full of energy.

I was lucky to think of the best way to make money by spreading Mac's rice to this rich school until I infiltrated it...

"Please think of it as the pain of admiring your kind Erica.... and why did you nominate me recently?"

"What, you don't like it?

"Well...."

"I hate it!? You're still alive!

Not to mention, I want to sell rice to many noble little ladies, so I don't want to be nominated for standing up.

Besides, other servants stare at me senpai.... The servants of the royal family seem to admire it, and they are desperate to make a few opportunities. In the meantime, chickpeas like me were named, so everyone's eyes were jagged.

"I wonder what it's like to be alone in a salon. Hasn't Miss Hakt been here?

"... Hakt is a majoring in seating. I'm not very smart, Hakto."

When she got up in the comic strip, she put her mouth on a cup of green tea.

That's a lot to say to your lover Hakt.

No, maybe not.

"--Phew.... the glass doesn't know. My troubles are..."

"If you're in pain, I don't want to know."

……

"It's a story if it's not me. Please continue....."

The attempt to moderate the scene failed, and the princess stared at me with an incredible gaze.

"... nobody can replace onee-sama... I can't imitate a superhuman like my sister, so I'm going to sigh and throw up at the unexpected development again..."

I suppose you wanted me to hear the stupidity.

I just want you to listen to me.

"Besides... it's that“ Guesso Kudjaro ”..."

"... you son of a bitch?

"Guesso, Kudjaro. Sure, he looks like that, but it's not good to hear about him because he's the little prince next door who calls himself" Kudjaro. "... you're a servant, and you didn't even know that?

"Of course I do."

I remember it subtly.

It's true that the womanly king has "relics" and he does all he wants to do in Japan. The Light Kingdom was supposed to be a friendly country.

It didn't seem to have much to do with the story I was aiming for, so I was going through it normally.

"Celestia is the same senior student as my sister, and she's a genius for school magic. You're not from the Magic Powers, but you can use all kinds of magic."

"Oh, that's wonderful."

Magic requires a lot of knowledge and skill, and only some people can handle it at a level that can be used in battle.

Most people choose to fight with weapons magic, such as swordsmanship, but if they don't have much confidence, they don't want to aim for a magician.

Previously, I fought a magician dressed as a bandit, but he threw a ball of electric shock about the size of a basketball. I have heard that high levels of magic are high firepower, but it seems that only a handful of people can reach that level.

"By the way, how much magic can the geso handle?

"Huh?... when I saw the mock fight a while ago, I was throwing these fireballs. I was banging a bunch of simulated opponents. It's relentless....."

She shapes the circle with the hand she brings in front of her delicate chest without resembling her sister, and is in a state of zero nervousness and weakness.

I wonder if the fireball is a little smaller than a bandit sorcerer's. I don't know.

"Even if I slash it, I'll get an afterwave, and some things will spill a blade, and even if I get close, I can use magic like an electric whip...."

……

Eh, shobo. It's not a big deal, I suppose, if it's Princess Asla or Celestia. Asura really seems to be eating instead of snacks.

But from my common sense perspective, I know what Princess Erica is trying to say.

As with bows and the like, the longer the distance, the more troublesome it becomes in a magical world. It is said that the sword is stronger than the bare hand, the spear is stronger than the sword, and the bow is stronger than the spear, as told by Kendo triple stage.

In addition, magic is wider than bows and more powerful than just fireballs.

But anyway...

"Ahhh, if oniisama hadn't gone scouting... What are you doing, My Brother?"

... my brave party is the strongest, but it's pathetic.

From my point of view, this girl is pretty good at leaving behind that busy, strong Celestia.

I don't feel confident because I'm still inexperienced.

Confidence is a sure force if it is not too late. As you can see when you look at that Princess Celestia.

Speaking of Princess Celestia, I was really surprised the other day.

I doubted whether it was the sixth sense, the demon king who only met me once, and even the Black Knight was a demon king.

Who are you, that girl... Honma, don't be crazy. You have to be careful not to be alarmed by that pathetic look.

Contrary to my expectations, I did not become a high-speed evil woman, but rather became a perfect goddess of talent with outstanding eyebrows, good conduct, and numerous achievements for the country.

I had been scouting a little when I came to King's Landing for the past few years, but I worked hard for the country every day.

Perhaps her job is not to defeat me, but to defeat me.

Such a development may also be hot... Over time, the battle against the mighty Demon King, who once stole the legendary sword, came back on fire...

"Hey, Glass. Let me win ~. Let me see what you got."

I was meditating and thinking, and I was getting hot, and I was screaming. I fell back on the table again, and my feet began to tear apart and become completely wasted.

……

This princess is nothing.

"Yes, sir."

"To...?

I looked up with a frantic voice.

"--I 'll let you win."

Lifting her black rim glasses, she stabbed Princess Erica with her sharp eyes.

"Eh...."

Princess Erica is terrified by the sound of her throat, but let's use this as an opportunity to strengthen her alone.

As the swordsman of the brave party, everyone can see it at first sight.