The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

The thick beef boiled in beer was really delicious.

When chewed thoroughly, the gravy overflows, mixing with the sauce and spreading in the mouth.

The boiled meat is loose in your mouth, how soft.

Eating something like this makes me feel like my wounds are going to heal quickly too.

When I put the last bite in my mouth, it seemed like a shame to disappear from my mouth.

"Welcome"

When I'm done eating, I feel a little vain.

"... how'd it go?

"It was delicious."

I honestly gave my thoughts.

"Right, good. Then..."

"Hey, what?

"Yes."

What they offered me was a terrible, unsavory cup of tea that I drank yesterday.

Ah... this way...

"This..."

It's a little tough knowing the flavor...

It doesn't taste good...

"It's good for your body."

"Oh, yeah. I'll drink."

Sometimes I let my bear gall lick me...

When I grabbed the glass, I drank it all at once.

It kind of makes me lose my head.

The lingering culinary aftertaste in my tongue also blew away.

"Ugh."

"All right, well, then stay in the bath first."

What is "OK"?

Sure, there's still food left on Carol's plate.

"Wow, I'll be back later."