The Legendary Rebuilding of a World by a Realist Demon King

Enter the private room of Saint Jeanne. Her room was smaller than expected.

Eve said he would give him a larger room, but he seemed to decline if he couldn't rest.

He doesn't have any particular costumes or hobbies. He prays to God and seems to be able to use any room as long as the weather keeps out.

As expected, the Holy Lady, the apostle of God, seems not interested in luxury. However, there is femininity in such a situation. First, it smells good. A fragrance that combines the smell of flowers with the smell unique to women.

If you are a man, you can cut it off with a sweaty word, but Jeanne's sweat seems to have a citrus smell and is very calming.

That's probably why Eve intersects with live flowers every morning, creating a unique scent of Jeanne.

The smell of the balm emanating from her hair is also very feminine.

(... I just mention the smell)

I smelled like a fetish, so I stopped myself and looked at the room. What stands out in the room is a sword decoration, a desk and a bed. There is nothing else.

There is a costume case at the back, but it seems to have only a small amount of clothing, really small.

"What does serving God mean drowning in greed?"

Although it is Jeanne's dialect, it may be as good as Eve in terms of frugality and discipline. However, in the case of Jeanne, even though there is no appetite, appetite seems to be strong.

It seems that most of the paid salary is spent on food expenses, and it seems to be a hobby to eat and walk around delicious shops in the castle town.

She pointed out and prayed to God, saying, "God said that eating full was a healthy proof."

Probably a lie because his eyes were swimming, but he did not point out and served his original purpose.

"Now, I'll teach Jeanne a word."

"Thank you. By the way, what is a word?"

"It's a word made up of letters. What happens when C, A, and T come together?"

"Chat?"

"I'm sorry. Cat. That is a cat."

"Oh cats? I like cats. Demon kings are like cats."

Nya, cries.

"So what are D, O and G?"

"Hmm, dog?"

"Correct"

"Oh, you hit!"

Joanne rejoices.

"If you can read a lot of words like this, you should be able to read this book in another world. The grammar is almost the same as Latin. Latin and French are similar."

"Then you have to learn a lot of words."

"Yes, there is a gift for Jeanne."

I take out a dictionary of this world that I have prepared in advance.

"Oh, that's what the maid was reading before."

"Yes, this is full of words from the country and their meanings. For now, just remember simple words."

And she embraces the dictionary so happily that the onomatopoeia "Jin" looks good.

"Think of this dictionary as a demon king and cherish it forever!"

"Well, I'm free to think, but because I'm pulling the dictionary, I look up every day for words I care about, or words I don't understand while reading a book."

"I see. I'm going to draw the word you care about."

And flip through the dictionary. By the way, there is no word "impossible" in the dictionary.

Just because Jeanne is a French man, I tried to make a fictional dictionary that Napoleon had, but did she understand this humor?

Despite that, she apparently found something wrong. I wondered if it would be pointed out that there was nothing impossible, but it was different. She points out a mistake when she finds the "A" item, my name.

"Here is Ashtarot, is the description wrong?"

"Where is it?"

"Yeah."

She points a finger.

One of the 72 Demon Kings born in 6547, the Demon King's history, but he is just the newest and the weakest force.

It was written.

"Only the truth is written?"

"Not there. Below it."

"Under that?"

At first glance, there was only a word saying that he was unmarried.

"I'm not married?"

"But there's a fiance."

I wondered where it was, but that fiancé seemed to be Jeanne.

She closes her eyes again and leaves her lips unprotected. For a moment, it was pounding. She had a very gentle look, unlike the previous one. I felt noble as a saint devoting myself to God. In this state, the saint will be involved in the basket. I thought so, but it was prevented. He hit the door of Jeanne's room twice, where Eve was left open.

"I'm sorry during your import"

At first I thought it was ironic, but it seems different. I don't have any tea or anything like that as evidence. There must have been some urgent business. She reports with a particularly careful look.

"Master, master's plot was successful. The demon king Dekarabia attacked and robbed a caravan packed with false gold coins prepared by the master. As expected, he began to hire mercenaries with the gold coins."

"Swiftly. Did you rob me on the assumption that I would declare war?"

"Probably"

"Then it's going to be fast. Get out the messenger and demand a return of the gold coins and compensation."

"Perhaps they will be turned away or their messengers will be killed."

"Yes, so the messenger will be a sinner. Tell them you will lighten their sins when they come back safely."

"Wish"

Eve enters. Was the situation moving and inspired by Eve, which started moving briskly? When Jeanne became serious, she started preparing. Thus my fleeting vacation is over. It was a very fulfilling time, but I changed my mind and headed for the throne. Followed by the maid Eve and the Saint Jeanne. They regained their expressions. Eve is my faithful maid, and Jeanne is a brave warrior.

The two are like the opposite pole, but they are very similar in their discrimination between the everyday and the battlefield.

――Well, we will never admit it.