The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

I finished reading it.

The sentiment I had after reading was, of course, "if I could have come here another day sooner".

Holy shit.

I'm also concerned that Myalo is strangely psychologically cornered.

Well, is that natural...

From the other side, I don't have a clue, and I'd be worried if I hadn't had any information for twelve days, I'd be dead.

But has the fortress already fallen?

Damn it.

Is it likely that even if you spend another ten days there, walking to the Reformation, you'll just end up behind the siege?

Huh.

I made it.

I wonder if I feel like holding my head......

Ha-ha-ha...

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............ hmm...?

What...?

"- Whoa."

When he shook his shoulder, his consciousness awoke all the time.

When I saw the voice in a hurry, Carol was there.

"Wow... what, you were asleep, maybe"

"Sounds like it."

Whoa.

I can't believe I'm here.

When I open my eyes, I see a scattered letter on my desk in front of me.

It wasn't a dream, apparently.

I remember reading through the letter, thinking that I had come, I kept my back on my back to think a little bit, and meditated on my eyes.

Oh, and I sighed one thing, but it felt a little good that the fatigue seemed to escape.

I don't remember any more after that.

He was unconscious with Stone.

"Sorry."

Apologized.

If you think you were pushing an injury to work, and they were asleep in a chair, you'd feel a little sick.

"No, I don't mind sticking... but my meal will be cold, and if you're going to sleep, think in bed"

"Oh... well. How long have you been asleep?

"I don't think so."

Isn't that right?

Looking out, the sun hasn't set yet.

Something like an hour?

"Sorry......"

"No, I'm tired and natural. Besides, I could cook. Well... I didn't bring it."

Carol said the bat looked bad.

I guess I didn't bring it because it could drop the plate.

It's hard on these feet to carry multiple dishes back and forth so they don't drop, even at just five meters or so.

"Thank you. Here you go."

I stood in the chair.

Walking around sheltering his feet, he had an unexpectedly decent line of dishes on his cooking desk.

I don't know what type it is, but something like fried and roasted bird meat in skinned oil with a sauce mixed with fruit jam and oil.

That was the main dish, and there were other vegetable soups.

Vegetables are not very good this time of year, but if you turn them into soup, it's another one.

Otherwise, there was a lot of bread in the little net basket.

"Wow."

I don't know, I've never seen Carol cook before.

Blah, blah, blah, blah. I wasn't expecting much, but it's a lot of skill from what I saw.

"I'm a handyman."

"You study this stuff with tea, too?

"Well, a little. In times of need, it would be embarrassing if you could only serve something like charcoal. Let's eat faster than that."

So is that.

If it gets cold, the dishes run out of platforms.

I sat down and took the fork in my hand.

"I'll have it."

"Forgive me."

When I cheeked up the unknown bird meat, besides the sweet and sour flavor of the sauce, it smelled unique and fragrant.

They made it smoked.

That would be rotten if it was raw meat.

Nevertheless, the water air flies and tight meat goes well with the sweet and sour sauce.

Sagging the soup, besides the leafy vegetables, the same bird meat was gobbled in.

Clear bird oil floats well on the surface of the soup and looks delicious.

Carrying the vegetables into my mouth with a fork was shifting the flavor of oil that felt like bird oil sweetness, and I felt warm from the back of my body.

"Delicious."

"Right...... good"

Looking relieved, Carol didn't get her hands on her cooking and watched me eat.

"What's up? You don't have an appetite?

When I say,

"Huh?... Oh. No, we're gonna eat."

Like I noticed, I started eating.

Not long after, tea came out.

It is dark green.

Don't drink Carol's tea in a while, either.

I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of tea it tastes like.

I put my mouth on the tea.

"... eh"

Intense bitterness numbs the roots of the tongue.

I also feel something like egg, and it doesn't taste good for flattery.

"Huh, it won't taste good"

Apparently, it was within the assumptions for Carol.

"Oh... hey, this is..."

"I hear this is good for you."

Is it good for your body...

I wonder if it's like medicine water.

Carol drinks the same thing with a cheerful face.

"Well, you can have it."

"I like that."

Drink all at once.

I thought the taste would remain in my mouth, but after drinking it, it was surprisingly refreshing.

"Yuri, all you have to do is go to bed already?

"Well... I'd love to make it in the bath if I could, but it's getting dark."

Making water is a heavy labor, and it won't be possible to say it now.

"Well, show me the wound"

"Is that what you mean? Okay."

Yes, it was. I had to treat my wound.

The wounds worsened in the battle against Canker remain intact without even taking the cloth.

Carol put distilled liquor and cloth on the table as she cleaned out the dishes while sheltering one leg.

It was getting really dark at sundown, so I knelt down on my knees and transferred the fire to the lamp.

When I took the lid of the pan that had been sprayed on the fire, the hot air rose in abundance.

Looks like there's gushing water in there.

Use a small handle pan to draw water into a sink like container.

I'm ready for a lot.

You must have prepared it for me while I was sleeping.

Moving the ragged chair, Carol sat in front of my left diagonal and put a big cloth over her knees.

I also shift the chair slightly to the left while sitting down.

"Keep it up, put your foot here"

"Okay."

Gu, lift your left foot, and over Carol's leg, ride your foot with your dirty shoes on.

Along the way, heavy pain runs on my left knee, but I've already gotten used to it because it's more pain than I can count today alone.

Carol, when she took off her shoes, removed the dirty bandage… or the cloth cut.

The cloth cut, when dry, is dyed cuddly with repeated wet blood, with dirt creeping over it.

Under the lamp's fire, it's so much more black than red.

Carol, carefully peeling the cloth, threw it in a bucket placed between the soils of the cooking area.

Besha, and I heard a wet noise.

"Ugh..."

Carol looks at the wound and puts it on her face.

Is it in such a terrible state?

"I'll wipe your blood."

Carol gently squeezed a washed towel in the washer water with her hands.

When I shake it once and take the coarse heat, I wipe the dirty feet overall away from scratches.

It stains a little, but it looks like it's in foot water and how nice it felt.

When you're done wiping the dirt, throw that towel in the bucket.

I put a new towel through the water again.

Now he didn't squeeze hard and hit the wound wet.

"... Kuh"

Gu chew his back teeth and withstand the irritation.

Not so hot, but the moisture stained the wound.

"Are you all right?

"Go on."

Slowly, the wound is cleansed while gently pressed against it.

"How you doing?

"... you might want to make your own decision, rather than mine"

"So is that."

I stuck my foot on Carol's lap and strapped my ankle.

If you look at the soles of your feet as you peek here, you can see them far away.

Carol pulled the lamp near the wound, distracting her.

There's blood leaking from the unblocked wound, and the holes in the thread are drawn because of the thrust, and there's blood coming from this one, but it's not so bad.

It was sewn at first, the wound wasn't uneven, and it didn't even open.

The scratch looks terrible because of the suture cramp, but if it's not chemical fiber either, the inflammation will occur, and this will heal as much as it takes after the suture is removed.

The question is whether the wound is closed or not.

I was concerned that the affected area was swollen.

Well, if you can only walk, will you also swell?

"If you haven't cut the thread, you can keep it up"

"It's not hanging up... like"

"Then just sanitize it with alcohol"

"Okay."

Carol opened the lid of the distilled liquor and let it stain plenty in her new cloth, washing her wound to beat a ton.

I knew it would stain.

"And then... there was an ointment I wasn't sure about, should I apply it"

Carol looked at the wooden container on the desk.

I want to flatten it, it's just shaped like a handkerchief julienne.

"Show me."

I asked him to give it to me and looked at the container, and he wanted it hand-carved with "Yurmi Life-saving Ointment”.

He's masterful and doesn't look like he gave the kid change to dig.

In some cases, these medicines are manufactured by witches.

Or if you follow Big Book, this is more the main business for them.

When I opened the lid, it smelled fluffy and blue.

I think it mixes essential oils with beeswax.

There is no hacker odor like menthol and the colour is cloudy yellow.

To my hands, it was very soft and creamy.

Well made ointment.

Nevertheless, can I put it on the wound surface?

I don't know if it's good or bad.

Should I wash it off if it seems painful?

"Put it on."

"Okay."

When Carol took the nettles and ointment to her fingers, she applied it to the wound surface.

It doesn't hurt.

It hurts for the pain, but that's because Carol pushes the wound, not the pain the ointment is staining.

When I finished applying it, put on a new hitting cloth, and was tightly closed with a longer cloth, I dressed like I was being compressed to stop the bleeding.

This looks good.

"Ah."

Carol says short.

Shit, it feels like it.

"You might as well have taken it off first"

Ah.

Right.

My swollen legs may not go through my pants because I tied them up with cloth.

Exactly, sleeping in a bed with beautiful sheets in these pants is distracting.

The trousers I had been wearing were as dirty as that.

Or I want to change all my clothes and stuff.

"Well, you can take your pants off."

It's pretty widespread, and if you can't, you can cut it off.

"Well, take it off"

"What?"

Take it off, what?

"I'm ready to get dressed. I still have plenty of water, so I was wondering if I could just wipe my body."

Oh, my God.

Well, I'd like to wipe my body.

Since it's earthly, there's no problem with the water dripping off.

"What, you're going to be naked"

"Shit, no! I'm turning around..."

"Well, I guess I'll take it off"

"Hey, wait a minute"

Carol had the larger sandal, which was also available, worn to cover her cloth-wrapped left foot.

How thoughtful of you today.

As I lowered my left leg off my thigh, Carol turned slightly to the other side.

I took off all my clothes on the spot and got naked.

I threw the clothes in the dirt as they were because I didn't seem to get a chance to wear them anymore.

When the beautiful cloth was wet with water, squeezed gently and turned into a steamed towel, I wiped my face first.

Clean the whole body from less dirt.

I changed the cloth once because it got so disgusting.

The left knee wound had already stopped bleeding.

The frustrated wound remains intact and has a terrible blue bruise.

I wiped the blood with a cloth wet with water, disinfected it with alcohol, and then I put on a cloth and tied it up.

Meat will flourish in time and fill the crushed areas.

I'm not even seeing bones or Ken.

The wound will leave some marks.

"Carol, if you don't like it, can you wipe my back"

"What... oh, that's good"

Sit in a chair with your back to Carol.

"Nh......!

I can't see my face, but there are signs of urgency, like something screaming.

"Why don't you wear it down there?"

"It'll get wet"

If Shizukuishi drips, the back of her hips will be flooded.

"Totally......"

Carol squeezed the cloth and hit him on the back.

Looks like he'll wipe it.

Gu, gu, rub it hard.

"... you're tight"

"Well, not as good as Dora, but I'm waving a stick, too."

"That's not what I'm talking about... muscular, but you're not like a woman at all"

"That's right."

If I only worked out on boulders and looked like a woman, I'd be tight.

"... All right, that's it"

That's what Carol said when she finished wiping down to the bottom.

"Thanks. Then turn around."

"Okay."

Wear Carol's prepared clothes.

It was a good degree of civilian clothing whether it was what the inhabitants of this house were using.

I can't even follow.

"It's done."

That said, Carol turned this way.

"Good. Sounds like a good size."

Seems satisfied.

"Oh. You wipe your body, too, don't you?

"Sure. I've changed my clothes, too, and why don't you get some sleep?

Do you want me to sleep?

Sounds like you'll be able to sleep soon, but it's sudden.

"Don't you have to wipe your back?

"You know... I don't expect you to understand the heart of a woman, but a woman is something I don't want to show her dirty body. Especially..."

... Especially?

"... nothing. Go to sleep."

"Right. If that's the case, let's try to sleep. I'll use Lyao's room."

Lyao was awake using the guest room on the ground floor.

Going upstairs is a hundred million robberies, so that would be fine.