The Legendary Rebuilding of a World by a Realist Demon King

The exterior of the guest house in Bernese was impressive, even for the royal nobles, but the interior was also massive.

Oil paintings allegedly drawn by the dwarf genius Proton, goddesses statues that have been petrified by the devil, and vases installed throughout the museum were also made by famous potters.

Now, the white porcelain jars to which Jeanne is approaching are enough to buy a mansion.

So grab both sides of Jeanne and lift and release. It is not something that was tolerated if destroyed. Jeanne didn't seem to be interested in vases from the beginning either, and he was very obedient.

"I can't get hungry when I look at works of art."

"The belly doesn't swell, but it enriches my heart."

"My breasts are big enough."

He bows and boasts. I don't think I'm big enough to boast, but I don't need to point out. Walk her hand as it is.

I ask Ryoma a question.

"But it's a splendid guesthouse. The economic power of the maritime city Bernese is insane."

"There are no royal nobles in this city.

"Is it necessary to build the necessary guest house with the extra money?"

"The guest house is an essential building for business."

"Is it mandatory?"

Curiously, Jeanne asks.

"It's a must. If you can't have a merchant from afar and know that Bernese has money, it's easier to do business."

"Certainly"

In the world where I once lived, there were some people who showed money pocket watches and appealed for their wealth. In Japan, some people are more concerned about the price tag of a watch than the clock face.

Everyone is eager to show money.

"A man is stupid.

"I do not deny, but I think women are similar. Only the saint is special."

In summary, we enter the party hall of the guest house.

There are two men in butler uniforms in front of the party venue, and when we come open the door. The end of the opened door was as glittering as a different world.

Fine interior. The majesty like a king, the people there are beautifully dressed and emit a unique aura.

Air similar to hot air is transmitted.

"Wow, that's amazing. It feels different than when I joined as a merchant."

Ryoma's words, but it is. All the young men at the venue are nailed to Ryoma.

There are rumors that such a beautiful girl was in this maritime city.

After all, women are the ones who make up and wear dresses. Ryoma was a charming woman from the beginning, but when she wears a dress she creates an atmosphere like a princess.

Everyone invites me to dance, but Ryoma seems puzzled. Run away to my side.

I said with a bitter smile.

"Ryoma, who releases his handgun on the battlefield, is also a weak woman here."

"Oh, it's natural. I've never danced with a man."

"If so, can you give me the honor of your first dance?"

And kneel down and hand out.

Ryoma is confused with her face bright red, but it was easy to resolve her.

"I will end up dancing with a stranger as it is. It's better to step on my familiar foot than to step on with Ryoma and a stranger."

While practicing, he ridicules that he was stepped on many times, but Ryoma turns her face red.

"Ashito is mean. Don't do it. If you take it out, you have to dance with you."

"I did so.

When she smiled, Ryoma finally laughed.

In this way, I was honored to receive the first half-elf princess, but when I and Ryoma started dancing, the attention of the people around me suddenly rose.

I felt like I was being killed instead of being noticed, but I didn't care. If you can kill yourself from nearly 100 eyes, nothing will happen.

Although she dances silently with Ryoma, the dance between beginners was surprising.

"I am strong in the production"

Says Ryoma. When I praise it for good, I look at Jeanne.

She seems to have applied for dance from many young people, but she is ignoring all cancer and scraping dishes on the table.

The surreal figure of a saint in a beautiful dress eating a dish intensely was surreal. A young man who was enough to discourage young men who had long been in love, but still couldn't give up, served her and brought food and drink.

"I'm a tearful effort."

This is Ryoma's reputation, but it seems common in any world that males do not work unless males make efforts.

"Well, don't worry about Jeanne. You won't be taken home in that tune."

"The Demon Palace is like a guardian of the saint."

"It's close. No, maybe the owner. Jeanne is like a golden retriever."

"Certainly, you treat the Demon Lord like a dog."

Ryoma says that if you throw the boned meat there to try it, you may grab it and bring it, but of course, do not try.

Because you can imagine surely bringing it. Ryoma laughed like a flower as she joked about it.

If the elf's beauty laughs like that, it will be seen here, but if she does, she will notice that she is pulling my formal clothes.

What is it? He looked down at his feet and found a strange creature there. Weird or strange or fancy.

"What is this guy?"

Ryoma rounds her eyes, but I answer.

"Carbuncle, but it's rare to be in a place like this."

"Is it someone's pet?"

"That's not a creature to tame. At least not a merchant pet here."

"Why can I say it?"

"It's Carbuncle, who you know. You've only met once."

This is probably Robin Hood's Carbuncle. I remember.

"Robin's pet owner.

Ryoma tries to reach out, but Carbuncle turns around and avoids.

"I hated animals"

Ryoma seems shocked, but Carbuncle pulls my clothes involuntarily.

It seems that he is desperately trying to appeal something. I twist my neck to see what's going on, but my nape is amazed. The sixth sense worked.

I turn my consciousness in the direction that Carbuncle's nose points. There was a large windowpane. The presence of a wriggling tens of meters behind is confirmed.

At the moment of its confirmation, the bow is released to tear down the dark night, breaking through the window glass and the arrow coming towards you.

The speed was fast, and if you were an ordinary person you would have no time to confirm, you would have beaten your heart, but I was not an ordinary person.

He was born as a demon king, and his dynamic visual acuity was also the same as the demon king.

I grab an arrow trying to penetrate my heart in the air. At first glance, it seemed that the surrounding people noticed the existence of the assassin.

When guards gather around the organizer Marco Polo, they wait for instructions while protecting him.

Mark pointed at the broken window.

"The assassin is in the opposite building. You'll be arresting anyway."

The guards run all at once, but I decided to go in the opposite direction. Because the green creatures hang in the opposite direction.

Carbuncle runs to guide me.

When I instruct Ryoma to defend Marco, she follows Carbuncle's back. Ryoma defends Marco dashingly when he pulls out his handgun, which is tied to his thigh.

From the ball of the ball. It is as if the class changed to a rose with thorns. Reaffirming her dependability, she switches consciousness to an assassin.

I knew the identity of the assassin. If the culprit was the one he had imagined, he would flee and head for the Demon King Dagon. You may not be able to meet again.

I was too generous to let go of a bower who had the skill to penetrate my heart exactly from that distance.