The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

I used to sit on a nice couch and show the surgeon my legs.

"The wound is slightly swollen... I guess this is because I couldn't move it. It doesn't look like it's swollen with suppuration."

"Right. I wonder if it would have been a good idea to apply this."

And I showed the doctor the ointment I had brought.

"Ooh, this is... this is an ointment from the Yurmi family. It is originally a medicine to apply to abrasions, etc., but it is not bad to apply to sewn wounds. You did a good job."

"I happen to find that I was lucky"

"Sounds like it. However, the yarn seems... a little convulsive. Perhaps we should sew it back."

"Really?

It hurts so much that I have resistance.

I don't have anesthesia or anything.

"The stitches are too tight, so this will slow the healing"

"Really?"

Though the stitching was so tight that the scratches may not have opened up until now even after repeatedly being unscrupulous.

Maybe it feels too tight now.

"The scratches are stuck, so I don't mind if I thread them out anymore...... that's a story if you can stay at rest on the bed for a few days. I'm sure you won't go either."

I guess I can't do that.

The wound is strangely stuck, but if you don't sew it, it could open when you're unscrupulous, so sew it to an unburdensome extent, seems like a story.

"Okay, please"

"Understood."

"Done"

When I cut the extra thread a little with the tweezer, the doctor said so and finished the job.

"The yarn used something made of animal intestines. I thought it would be best to keep using the ointment because it seems to suit my skin."

"Right. Thanks."

"Now, if you'll excuse me."

"Oh."

The doctor stood up in a chair.

"How can you go home safely? I wish you well."

"... yeah, right. Best of all... Let's try our best."

I couldn't say that you were safe either.

This doctor, plugged into old age, probably never gets out of the reformation alive.

Pillow the castle, die.

I wonder what words I should return to such a human being, wishing him well.

"Hehe, I envy the people of Siyarta."

The doctor thanked Pepper and left the guest room.

"Good old man."

Carol, who had finished treatment first and was sitting in a chair, said she was pounding.

I cared about other people's eyes and loosened my pinned back, and now I'm weak and I keep my weight on my back.

He's kind of depressed.

Did you come to the castle and feel like a downer?

I don't know.

The castle has overall dark air and is slaughtered.

I just wanted to get out of here.

"Why would it be a war..."

I said something weird.

"Again, you said something like a child."

"I was thinking... Siyalta is the richest area south of the Howe family. The canyon is just scenic, such as the back of the mountain at Lyao, where few people live."

The dorsal side of the mountain in the Rube family territory is the land of coniferous forests and frozen earth, where people really only live in rare places.

Most of them live a fine life in a fishing village in the deepest reaches of the fjord, where they make preserved food in summer and consume it in winter.

"I guess we're all further south than that in the Klu Nation... I don't think it's all like that, but don't most countries have richer national territory than Siyarta and Kirchna? Everything in the land is as rich as the Howe... too blessed."

As a matter of fact, most, not all, countries would be.

Sadly.

Around the Albio Republic...... no, I guess I can't.

Sadly.

"I can understand taking it away from those who can't have it, but not the other way around, is that what you're talking about?

"I wonder if that will happen..."

"It's a common fact that it's easier to take it away than to make it yourself. If you do that in the country, the police will punish you, but no police officer will punish the country."

The existence of a police officer punishing the country was considered as a system many times, and even called himself, but there were no successful attempts.

The international community remains disorderly (anarchic) at all times and in all worlds.

Well, I guess it's something else if Kirchina is really, totally barren earth, and the Shans don't deserve to be slaves either, but they're invading because they taste good enough in reality.

"So, are you convinced?

"I'm convinced, though. They're just taking it away because they're weak. Just like eagles eat rats."

"We're weak mice, so we can't help but be eaten?

"Right. All you can do is complain at death."

"It means nothing"

"Unfortunately."

"Really... maybe that's what it is"

"Instead... I won't let you complain if you're on the side of being robbed."

………

I didn't hear back.

"... hmm? Hey, what's up?

I noticed the discomfort and looked at Carol more, I looked at this one and he had a strong face.

"No... now... I thought my spine would freeze a little"

"What is it?"

"That's okay. There's nothing we can do about it."

I don't know, but you've set the line for the conversation.

When I casually looked at the clock, it was now 8pm.

I've finished my meal, and I have four hours... what shall I do?

First of all, I have a hand in falling asleep.

At that time, there was a sudden noise of doodles running in the hallway, and I wondered if it had stopped in front of the door, and the door opened without a chatter, nor a knock.

The knob at the door, which was opened with momentum, was gripped by a little girl.

Similar to Myalo.

It's Myalo.

I miss it.

Nostalgia fills my chest.

When I found me, my tense face broke loose.

"Yuri......"

"Myalo...... we're back"

I got up from my chair and picked up Myalo.

Myalo, who rushes to the spot, hugs me.

I had momentum, so I fell straight back and dressed up to sit on a hookah couch.

Myalo still keeps pushing his face against my chest.

"... I'm a little out"

Carol stepped out of the room through the open door, taking a seat and putting on a newly received crutch.

Pathan, and the door closed.

"Yuri-kun Yuri-kun Yuri-kun..."

Myalo kept calling my name in a creepy voice.

I gently took Myalo's head.

"You did a great job. Myalo."

"Ugh... I was anxious... I thought you were dead... Grr"

"Oh. But this is how I got back safe"

Except for the legs.

"Good... really..."

"Yeah, yeah."

Good. Good.

It was worth the effort to come back alive.

I held Myalo's head in my arms for a while.

Tears stained the belly of the clothes, touched the skin and felt wet.

You've made me worry.

"Is it time to settle down?

"Ah, yes..."

"Right."

"Um..."

Myalo looked at me with a hug in his belly.

"It's not a dream... isn't it?

I followed Myalo's cheek.

"What fu fu fu fu fu"

"Does it hurt?

"annoyed"

"If it hurts to follow your cheeks, they're not dreaming."

I let Myalo's cheek go.

"Really... Oh, and excuse me"

Something went back to sanity, and Myalo left my torso.

"About four times... Yuri dreamed of coming back, and after waking up, it's a very disappointing thing..."

Four times.

That's a lot.

I did it three times.

"Well... Speaking of which, I read the letter in Nica"

"Ah... what, did you read it?

"Oh. That's very helpful. That's why I set up the operation and took the horse."

"Really...... that's good. So, um... what about the letter upstairs...?

A letter upstairs?

Oh, my God.

Was there something like that?

"Is that the Gudanvier family crest you left at the horn?

"Oh, uh, no..."

Apparently not.

I checked it later but didn't write anything but the family crest, so I'm not going to call it a letter.

"Sorry, I didn't realize"

"That's okay, that's okay! It didn't say anything big at all..."

"You blew up every enemy house with the gunpowder that was in the basement, so by now you're under the rubble."

"Ah... is that right? Relieved."

While that was good, Myalo looked kind of sorry.

I wonder what letter it was.

"Sorry to bother you."

"No, this is just how you came back, enough is enough"

"Right. It was a good decision to get rid of Nikka Village. He used to protect me from home."

"No… I don't think I would have been able to sum it up without Mr. Lyao"

He must have made a calm decision because you were there.

Myalo has no appetite for his crew.

If it had been Myalo alone, the crew would have insulted me and I would not have been able to command properly. That, unfortunately, would be true.

In that regard, Lyao deserves to be admired by the knights for his birth, his identity and his character.

That doesn't mean that Myalo is incompetent and Lyao is competent.

"Well, it's time for me to talk to you about the squad"

"Oh, yes... I'm disturbed, and I'm sorry"

"I'm fine. I've missed you, too, if it was a machine reaction from the beginning."

When Myalo hugged me, I felt unspeakably warm.

He said he was back where he was.