The Legendary Rebuilding of a World by a Realist Demon King

The Australian farm Tyrone's house was luxurious but damp. Everywhere is wet.

Needless to say, the tsunami magic drenched me earlier. Household goods are also messing up.

However, some sections were still intact and seemed to be able to entertain guests, and when they were guided to the reception, tea came out.

I was advised to drink, but I refused because it was not so strong.

It is surprising that the Demon King is vulnerable to alcohol. Tyrone is honest, and so is I. There is an image that the demon king of the story is thinking about evil by giving red wine to a glass.

"My Demon King is always thinking about Hitoshi."

Is the word of Eve's advocacy, but it's a bit overstated. Leave your head empty when you drink.

So if you drink the tea that the maid of Tyrone put in slowly, you can resume your thinking.

Ask straightforwardly.

"Actually, I asked Tyrone with a wish."

"A wish? Is it the Demon King directly?"

"I'm glad I gave out the messengers, but the Demon King came to give the edict directly."

Is Eve.

"It's exaggerated," I stabbed a nail.

"I'm the ruler of the land, but I'm not a tyrant. I'm not a lawyer, but I'm not the king who will be able to make the most of a legitimate business."

If you imitate like that, my reputation will fall.

Even if financial and food conditions improve temporarily, talented merchants will flee in the long run and have only a negative effect.

All I need is tomorrow's bread, but the ruler's duty was to think about the flesh of tomorrow and the dessert of tomorrow.

So I ask for a low head.

"I heard that Tyrone is an Australian farmer in this area. Even if he has a large stockpile of food in the food storage. I want him to shed it to the merchants in the city. Of course, at a reasonable price."

"... Is it a reasonable price?"

"I know that food prices are still rising, and the more time goes on, the more profits you make, but as you can see from the mob, there are now hungry people. I want to fulfill it. ''

"... I see, that's it."

Tyrone's voice has diminished because he was a landowner and merchant in the region.

He also has a family and a clan.

There are many servants and hires mercenaries. It is Tyrone's job to feed them. What I'm talking about is giving up the profits, serving the people, and summarizing that. The more competent he was, the more difficult it was to be able to shake his head, but surprisingly, Tyrone decided.

"Okay. There was a raid on the people just mentioned, but it's no use going to keep the wheat in the storehouse. Let's gladly release it."

"Thank you. Thank you. We will provide some exemptions from next year's tax."

"Thank you, but there is one more thing to ask."

"what?"

"It suddenly gets smaller, but it's about my daughter."

Tyrone said sorryly. Tyrone is worried about her daughter.

He knew that information in advance, but decided to hear all of Tyrone's explanations because it was difficult to tell that his daughter was out of date.

"Actually, I have a daughter, but I want to bring that daughter to my wife."

"It's about the age."

"Yes, people are categorized as late. It's shameful, but she knows that she is selfish and can only marry a man smarter than she. "

"A rare lady."

Yeah, he likes twink and blond, and he feels much better than believing, but says Tyrone isn't that sweet.

"My daughter tries a matchmaking partner. Is she smarter than herself? If she doesn't pass the test, she can't see her face."

"Are there any that have passed?"

"Some were there, but when I passed and met my daughter, I turned down."

"Why, why?"

"... That's what my parents say, but my daughter is an unhealthy girl ... I'll refuse the other way."

"... I see, it's difficult."

"This may not be what you can ask of the Demon King, but how hello, would you like to introduce my daughter to a good friend? I will open one warehouse for free. ''

"One storehouse. It's strong."

I promised Tyrone that I would like to conclude my daughter's marriage with less wisdom. Tyrone is pleased, but asks for a moment.

"Is there a wife in the Demon King?"

"Unfortunately not."

"Do you want to get married?"

It was Eve, not me, who answered the question. She says with murderous eyes.

"It's a national affair to decide on a Demon King's companion.

He was not afraid of Eve's power, and he did not say that Tyrone would be my wife. However, he states that he should have a demon king, mistress, and concubine. Apparently, he liked me because of his short career and short conversation. I'm the same demons and I'm a demon king. She tries to give her daughter because she can be a side girl.

Unfortunately, even Eve and Jeanne have more. I don't know what Flora is, but I refuse that she doesn't have the courage to live in a castle while being stared at by a strong woman, Eve and Jeanne.

Tyrone looked sorry, but instead I talked to him.

"My daughter likes smart clowns. I'm the only one who knows. He would be a good husband for her."

"How do you feel?"

"Yes, he's a smarter person than me. He'll make her happy."

When I say so, Tyrone's cheeks loosen. That face was the face of a parent who wished for the happiness of her daughter. He bowed many times and thanked me, "Thank you, Demon King."