Story of The Ancient Demon King!

A pleasant neighborhood near dawn.

Walk through a dimly lit alley without as much light as the front street, shaking a muscular giant.

Scratched face, cluttered green hair, thick, bulky arms and feet like logs.

There's nothing particularly intimidating about it, just having dinner and then returning to the office.

But even though he knew not, he became an unusual muscular man.

Women in thin clothes standing in suspicious shops, young people who call in, and people who come as customers.

Unconsciously pave the way.

……

"Hick, huh? Oops....."

A drunk walks in from the front with an insensitive houndstooth.

She had a red face as proof of intoxication and didn't know where she was looking with her unfocused eyes.

……

The giant man gives way to the worries of the breathtaking people around him and passes away with the drunk young man.

――

Sakuri.

……

"Hmm!? Don't be stupid!"

The wounded elderly man turns to a slight (...) discomfort in his back and looks at the knife with only the tip of his cut on his back.

……

Next, we turn our gaze to the drunk man with the knife pointing out.

"Bullshit, what kind of body!

A killer who feels like he stabbed a knife in a tree.

"Kh, ahhh!?

The face that stops feeling helpless from the magical blade is grasped by the huge palm.

I'm not punishing you.

"Nh, nnh!

Grabbed by an eagle, he hangs like a doll.

"If you hate me, you'll be my employer and you'll like me."

"Nh..."

The Assassin's head is buried in a brick wall.

"Shh!!

Two of the assassin's companions, who were hiding next door, attacked each other with spears and claws.

……

"Nh!! Move, sniff"

"Nah!?

Grab the spear from the side and pinch it with your thick, hard fingers until it reaches the hook nail.

Not only was the body too robust, but the talent of martial arts was also given from heaven.

"Go home and tell him. Don't fight where others are."

The blade of the hook nail is twisted and bent with grip.

A nail that bends easily like a soft piece of paper.

Then gently kicks the man with the claw who stood up in confusion.

Dafu...

He flew straight to the back of the alley, as if he had been shot by a cannon.

……

"... if only I were alive."

If there is a limit to what you can call suspicion, the body of the spear will flow in a dazzling manner.

Grab the assassin's chest with his left hand and throw it up violently.

………

……

…

A man leaves.

Behind him is the body of an assassin who matches his retribution.

Every wall is shattered, stretched out in an unnatural posture behind the alley, thrown to the wall on the third floor and buried like a strange monument....

None of them seem to be in a miserable state of business.

If anyone sees it, they'll wonder if it was the orc that turned into the monster of rumors.

But there were people in Happy City watching the whole thing.

Another pile of undefeated history on the man's back.

"That's... Gerald..."

The name is murmured in a mosquito-like voice from the corridor where the body rolls.

However, the witness went the back way as if nothing had happened and returned to the back entrance of the casino.

"... ah, oniisan!

Behind the casino "Arch Chee" was clearly a child waiting for him.

There is no room for that face, and it seems to be irritated.

I wasn't in such a hurry even during the brawl and hostile raid.

"What happened?"

"Well, that's when the prince Alto came to the manager's office..."

……

Visits since intervention only once in a long time, when there was a small-scale conflict.

But this time, it was unexpected.

Today, yesterday and before that, I was sold a few fights.

……

Gerald returns to the manager's office without any particular concern.

"Ah, niisan!"

Take a private corridor for the employees in the casino and go upstairs.

"Eh..."

"Good work!!

All employees cross paths and bow their heads.

"- Aniki!"

Lana. Are you going up? "

"Yes! That's it for today! Is your brother coming home for dinner?

A hairy dealer girl who flickers her eyes and asks Gerald when everyone feels pressure.

"Oh, I'll take you back when the time comes."

"Really!? Gotcha!!

Looking from the side with few words, I bounce small and rejoice at the horrible Gerald.

"Bad. They're coming. Let's go."

"Oh, I'm sorry...."

I apologize, Gerald passing by, stroking her head in a clutter.

"... oniisan is the best after all..."

Lana had a melted expression and waited until she could no longer see her back.

♢♢♢

"If it was that night, the kid would have had a fight on his way home from drinking."

Still? It's the same information we got here. "

Gerald sits on a private desk and Alto sits on a sofa a little further away.

Is this just a confirmation? Alto is also completely relaxed.

It was expected that the formation of the organization was unlikely due to the character of this man and his predecessors.

"He complains to the guards that a bad crowd is about to be killed by a big man. You seem innocent."

"... I see."

It's a catchy dialogue, but it's not inconvenient, so I'll ignore it.

"Are we done here?

"The most important thing is over."

Gerald lays his legs on his desk in front of the prince and feels at ease.

It's still a few tens of seconds since Gerald returned.

I was told it was really a precaution.

"... Mr. Alto. If there's nothing else, it's time...."

"N.One last thing."

A knight worried about Alto's business gently whispers to him.

"Do you know the priests of the church there?

"Oh, you're the big guy, right?

"... yes."

It's quite uncomfortable to say that a musculoskeletal gelard like an oak is big, but I'll ask the subject first.

"Is there anything suspicious about him?

It's not like I'm telling you that I'm a suspect. But this man who lives in the happiness city has quite a bit of information.

I decided that I should get some information.

……

The question showed a slight gesture of reflection, and then a low and heavy voice echoed at the bottom of the abdomen.

"... I don't know."

I see. Bye-bye. "

Just...

Gerald murmurs his thoughtful impression at Alto's hips.

That's the middle muscle.

"... nh, mmm"

……

"... are you done?

While waiting for the words to follow, the knight asked.

I see.

"Really... For your information."

I lowered my shoulders slightly to Gerald, who was more mypaced than myself, and raised my hips.

Turn your back on Gerald and head for the knight's open door.

At the time of his departure, Alto continued with a low voice instead of a souvenir.

"He's a pretty fierce workout. Yeah, I bet he's fightin 'for something. I thought priests were more boring creatures."

……

"What about alcohol?

"... nh, let's just hang out for a drink"

♢♢♢

A kid drops off Alto's carriage and walks down the hallway on the second floor on an employee's floor.

Walk alone through a straight path to the manager's office.

Of course, only my footsteps resonate.

The signs are only my own.

I looked behind my back.

……

There's no one here. Of course.

It's impossible to come together in a corridor like this without telling yourself.

"... aren't you tired?"

He rubbed his eyes and again turned to the manager's office.

……

♢♢♢

"Eh, there's someone else... who's complaining about the rat race again today."

In the manager's office, Gerald sat down, as usual, listening to a one-day report from his son.

"What can I do?

"... do as he says. I'm better than good at my head. It's better than thinking without us."

Sooner or later, the kid knew who he meant.

Regardless of that beautiful and harsh demon king's beloved princess.

Hey-

"--Those who win too much will be able to tell the rat users again to lose much more"

"Chu!?

The rat rang.

It rang unexpectedly.

……

The two of them looked around, but they didn't see it on the floor or on the edge of the room.

"... I don't see it, but that's all I have to report, so I'll set a trap now before I forget."

"Oh, I'm sorry."

"Not at all. I'll get it for you. Please wait a moment."

The kid leaves the room for a run.

With Gerald... leaving a rat burning in anger...

♢♢♢

……

Gerald, the manager of Arch Chee, raises his legs to his desk and gently pounds on the wine.

"Phew...."

"... is it delicious to drink with cheated money?"

"Hmm!?

Looking at me in front of my desk, I was surprised to break my wine glass.

"I thought it was strange! But I can't believe you cheated on me! I don't know what it's like to turn me into a duck when I come to the store for the first time... people are really scary creatures!

I didn't expect to hear the unfortunate truth about that time when I came here to negotiate a porridge stall.

I'm going to duck a guest who comes out after drinking inside, but I can't believe I heard the fact that they were ducks...

"... what is it?"

"The demon king of the reputation for the fairness of the game."

Gerald frowned.

I wonder if I'm really the Devil... or if I'm incredible.

"... it's completely different from what I'm talking about... but what's the use of the demon king? It's your fault that sales are falling."

"Hey, did you hear that? Just now."

I doubt your ears.

Is it my fault that sales are falling... you're not narrowing it down enough!?

How much I'm gonna wind up on my own! I can't believe you're watching! You rely too much on me to run this casino!!

I don't know what it is to have a bright red face.

Rather than that, there seems to be more work to be done than stalls and money...

"I don't care what you need. There's only one thing I want to say... get hot!!

……

"Huh?" he shook his face, shaking his head slightly and stood up.

"Why did you give up? You guys should be able to do it without cheating!

I'll preach. I'll grab my head and lift it up.

……

I wonder if the response was strange, but the grip of the inch master is rising so much.

"Become a bamboo! Straighten up!"

He would have been hung hanging and ironed, but he would have continued his sermon.

"... hey, you're not human."

"You said you were a demon king. Besides, if it's a normal creature, it's got a broken head. That's the power. I doubt you're human."

Place a decoupling on your elbow muscles and open your hands.

"Hmm!?

I was just a little surprised to see my hands numb like electricity running.

But I quickly grip and open it to regain my senses.

"... I carry the signs of the organization."

Me, too.

An inch man put his hand on a heavy leather sofa near him and... lifted it with one hand.

My fingers are torn into the leather.

Looks like he's watching an american character or something.

"I don't know if it's the Devil King, but I can't let it go any further...."

"Honestly, it's amazing."

The sofa was shaken down by me. [M]

……

After the impact, the room was rendered useless by the wind pressure.

But whatever you do, your sharp eyes are coming at me, sticking out of the middle of the knocked sofa like a kokeshi.

"... isn't it enough?"

"I think that's enough. There's nothing more ridiculous than this."

It's like a figurine, so I split it in two from the center and left the sofa.

"... a demon king.... I didn't know you were such a kid."

"... don't lift that huge shelf while saying that."

♢♢♢

"--uhhh!?

Marco, one of Gerald's most important members, who was in the warehouse on the ground floor to catch a rat trap, was surprised by the shaking of the Mansion.

"Nah, what?... Nuhh!?

After two or three successive shocks, you can only anticipate a situation.

The source was just upstairs...

"Marco!!

Lana, you stay in the office!

When I gave Lana the instructions to get dressed and go home, she went upstairs with the trap.

From previous experience, I knew this would be in Gerald's hands.

However, Gerald's constant attacks are many... or powerful enemies he still can't defeat...

"Nh, hah! Hah! Hah!

Running up the stairs, you can see the manager's room from the hallway on the second floor.

The door is not open.

Marco thought it was a hostile attack, but I didn't think the attackers would shut the door with discipline.

Rushing into a heartbeat, hurrying ahead.

"- Aniki!!

Marco jumped into the manager's office and saw a black-haired boy sitting lightly on his desk in front of him.

"... I don't need a rat trap. From now on, we will not tolerate unfair treatment of mice. Poor thing. I can't believe I let you lose on purpose."

"Hey, hey! My brother..."

In Marco's words, Gerald, who had always had time to spare, threw a knife... and gently shook his hand around the edges of the darts on the wall.

"Hee....?

From the wall that I was pointing to, there was... the lower half of the human body.

"I've been pointed out as big as a Tyrannosaurus head, so I pushed it through your upper body to keep it from getting violent, your brother."

"Aniki, no, no!!

Looking closely, they were familiar pants and shoes.

"I made up my mind. This is the edge of something. I will reform this place so that you can do it without committing injustice--"