Sword of Glutton Princess

I say "Terrine Grilled Red Beef".

The flavour of the meat and the flavour of the vegetables are in harmony, creating a good sweetness.

It enhances the scent of melanoma mushrooms (Drun).

I think I can make the meeting.

The salt may be enough to reduce it a little more.

"Ugh... Ugh, it's Dean"

Belzevute rang from side to side as I meditated on my eyes to make sure it tasted good.

"What's up? Belzevute"

"My concubine's share is gone...?

That's what Belzevute said in a voice he seemed to want.

"Well, can we erase the psychic magic (Trupa) now?

"It's not... it's not! You know what, Dean? Why are you so mean?"

Place an empty plate of Belzevute on me.

Look, there was a slight lick mark.

Hey, Seven Sins King. Show me majesty, even on one scale.

"Gee, I was going to put it on at Belzebute's quite a bit more."

"Don't worry, if it's your dish, your concubine can eat indefinitely!

There's nothing to be relieved of in that word...

Rather, I get in trouble in a food-cost sense.

When I looked up, Edda was staring at Belzevute.

It was a cold eye, as if to observe a warcraft.

Edda's relatives were murdered by the devil.

The devil itself, maybe she doesn't like it very much.

Originally, demons as coexistent as Belzebute are rare.

The devil basically keeps his own greed and paranoia in absolute values, like The Mineral Devil Solas, and often thinks nothing of human life or anything else.

In addition, as a whole, the goal should be to keep the present world (Illmis) under the control of the demonic world (Augol).

Because it is difficult for high-ranking demons above level B to enter the present world (Ill.), the peace of the present world (Ill.) is preserved.

I believe that Belzevute is warm because of his desire to depend on human culture: cooking.

Although there may be aspects that are related to the height of magic and intelligence because the demon itself is like a mass of magic.

I've seen demons before in haulier time, but I bet I never tried them as intelligent as Belzevute.

"It is! Edda, if you can put it in your mouth, the ingredients will remain the same. The dish to the concubine..."

Edda turned her gaze back from Belzevute to cooking.

He moved his stopped hand and brought the "Oil-boiled Orange Bream (Orausna)" to his mouth.

"Well, maybe it's not bad sometimes"

"You...!

... You might want to turn off Belzevute already.

After I sighed, I gently transferred some of my discerning dishes to a Belzevue plate.

"Look, Belzevute. Is this it?

"Whoa, whoa! Yo, is that good, Dean!? You can't spit it out if they tell you to give it back to me later, can you?

"I don't care if they spit it out, do I?

"That's Dean! I love you!

I watched Belzevute, desperately cooking, laughing bitterly.

After the meal, I unlocked Petit Demordi, erased Belzevute, and headed to the bathroom.

When I got out of the bathroom, I met Edda face-to-face in the aisle.

"Oh, Edda. The bathroom's right here."

"It's not like that. I just wanted to ask you something."

"What do you want to hear...? Is that what we're talking about here?

I guess I should have asked you in the living room, even if you didn't push me to the bathroom.

Was it like a hard thing to say in front of Mani?

"Usually there's that magic sword beside you."

With Belzevute, is that something you can't talk about...?

I found something a little disturbing in the way Edda said it.

"I thought it was a terrible force, like taking away magic and fighting skills... but you were talking to Belzevue. You must be Belzebute, the bulimic demon, right?

"Oh, oh... I can't find out on my Im, I'm just saying it in person... it looks like that, but I'm sure that's for sure"

"... Again, or"

I seemed to assume it, but still just seemed surprised.

The Seven Sins King Belzebute is a great devil who, assuming he had flesh, had the power to destroy the present world (Illmis).

I put it a little bit like a tear, but Edda's expression was serious.

I'm breathtaking.

Edda seemed to have some sort of vigilance against Belzevute.

"... I've actually seen other self-directed swords. So ever since I defeated you and Hyodle, I've been thinking maybe it is. I heard that the magic sword prying was not recommended among my peers, so I never touched it."

"Ji, a self-guided magic sword...?

In other words, does that mean the self of the Demon Nucleus as well as the Demon Eater Sword Berzera?

If so, the sword will also be used with a considerable demonic nucleus.

At least… definitely above A level.

"The user of that sword was in touch. I have no certainty... but first, you can decide it's the devil's influence"

"Oh, no...!

Sure, it's not impossible.

I've always thought that I couldn't do anything because I'm a demon nucleus.

Belzevute can't even move without an operator who uses psychic magic (Trupa).

But assuming what I picked up was a great demon with the power to rule the spirits of others... that might have been the kind of thing that would have been used as a servant.

"My main purpose in staying in this city and working with you was to raise the odd standards while learning to live in no matter the city. But there was also an idea that I wanted to identify that demon guide sword. I thought I should tell you because I could prove it was the same kind of magic sword I saw before."

"... thanks for letting me know. But Belzevute... I don't think that's the guy. Besides, the Magic Sword doesn't have the power to suggest mental interference."

"I guess so. But... be careful. That's all I can say from you."

Edda gives way.

"The devil suspects me. You go back first."

"Wait. Who the hell is that touched guy? What exactly did he do? That magic sword... what's happening now?

I had never heard of it before, such as the precedent of a self-guided magic sword.

Does the army also grasp the story?

Assuming that there are still people walking in the country manipulated by Class A demons, it's a tough case.

"Neither do I. I don't know the details. … and I'm sorry, but I don't really want to talk about it."

"Edda......"

At that time, Mani snapped his neck out of the corner of the aisle.

"If you didn't think either of us were coming back, you were talking in the aisle. You smell like water."

After Mani smiled and said so, he saw our faces and anxiously combed his hair with his hands.

"Uh... Could it have been a little hard to talk about if I had?

"I don't know what you imagined... right. Dean, get back here."

That's what Edda said and headed to the bathroom.

Mani stares anxiously at my face.

... Let's take another look at the opportunity and explain it lightly to Mani.