The Too Many Summonings from Japan Have Caused the Goddess to Flip Out

"Vampires are insatiable and make people want to attack you?

"Suddenly what?"

At the Demon King's Castle, where the Demon King sits.

Mr. Miraka listens back with a frigid eye to the abrupt demon king's question.

I have frequently attacked the Demon King (in a sexual sense) for 10%, but that is not what I meant this time.

"No, there's been some cyclops lately. I don't care who they are, let them fight."

"Yeah. Because they're all muscled up to their brains."

"Yeah, I know."

It's been a long time since I've had a name, Mr. Cyclops.

But it is a cyclops known only for its existence as a monster, but if traced back to the original, it is assumed to have been a lower Greek god and had excellent blacksmith skills.

Poseidon's tripod, which Mr. Kaol borrowed from him, was also supposedly made in gratitude by the Cyclops freed from Tartarus by Master Zeus.

Mr. Cyclops at the Demon King's is a monster's cyclops, so it's still completely irrelevant and brain muscle.

"You don't have to leave me alone. So whoever he is, he doesn't care enough to go wild."

"I wonder. I mean, why is that brain muscle one of the executives?"

"Because I'm strong."

"If you think Cyclops is a brain muscle or something, the whole Demon clan did it."

Because it would be sad if the executives of the Demon King's Army who appeared full were weak.

I don't have a choice.

"Uh, so our executives are simply determined in strong order?

"By and large. It's decided to be one race at a time, so all the executive seats won't be filled with Cyclops."

"What the hell?"

All participants cyclops cyclops conference.

In a way, the story is likely to come together immediately, but it definitely increases the stress of the Demon King.

"Well, as it stands, there's only one decent executive."

"Right. Except for me, it's just weird."

"Yeah, yeah, hey."

The one who is decent is Durahan or the one who swallows and responds with a distracted voice.

Even today, the demonic world is at peace.

Meanwhile, Takatenhara.

"My courage to ask"

"Takeshi won't spring up when you recruit them."

Tsukuyomi clamps with Amaterasu, who holds hands in front of his mouth as he enters the temple, in the so-called Ge ○ Dow Pose.

I only got my face out of this one. I'm yawning so hard.

"What's wrong all of a sudden?"

"No. Aren't I too much to talk about that, unlike the Lord God of other divine tribes? He beat my father to the throne and won the war and became king."

"Japan is still at peace today."

"Stop!? Don't end the story itself!?

Just a forced end by Master Tsukuyomi.

But it'll only last a little longer.

"But that's the actual reason. There's not much contention per se, and even if there is, it would be the role per Susano or Takemikazchi."

"No way Takemikazchi is sticking up to me every Christmas for the seat of the Lord God......!?

"No, I'm not."

Such is Tsukuyomi, but it is possible that Takemikazuchi might have been in the position of Lord God if something was different because some of the thunder gods actually reside in the Lord God.

Dear Takemikazuchi, Though God does not think about that at all.

"Hmm, but I still want a more glorious story to come through."

"I'm telling you too few stories, I'm even suspected of my gender. Do you talk about me?

"I'm sorry."

Amaterasu bows his head in the momentum of hitting the bump with Tsukuyomi, who masturbates himself with a radiant smile.

Even today the high heavens are peaceful.