This is Las Boss, Demon King, "Church" in front of Castle.

"This time, I went to church in front of Demon King Castle. My name is Seiklid. I was there today to say hello on my move."

I looked up to heaven. Confronted is a purple arc demon with a mess of cows and lizards and bat feathers.

Approximately 7-8 meters long. It looks even bigger if it includes a fine horn like a buffalo or a tail reminiscent of a dragon.

One of those giants would be able to lightly ravage (carpet) a small city or so.

He had a three-fork spear in his hand, and guarded the castle gate of the castle of the Demon King, built gently behind him.

The thick, low roaring voice of the Ark Demon sounds.

"A human cleric. You mean you know this place as Demon King Castle?

"I would have mentioned it first. He said that it was the church in front of the Demon King Castle (...) that I had been on assignment. You don't just look like a cow's head."

Looking back, I snap my fingers.

The white building was like a pebble on the side of the road, compared to the Demon King's Castle, which had many mountains.

By the protection of the Great Divine Tree, the small church that continues to be there without being demolished by demons is the last point of resurrection where the brave will be used as a base for the attack on the Demon King's Castle.

Since the defeat of the previous Demon King, I have been absent from the clergy, but I have been ordered to play the game of punishment… I have been ordered to take great charge of the priest.

"Die."

A spear swung down from my head trying to skewer me, along with a thick sounding voice.

I have trouble with demons at all because I am the one. Don't you have a culture of enjoying conversation?

While spearing the spear, he confirmed the safety of the confectionery fold he held.

"Lucky Yamezu"

Ark Demon cast a spell. Advanced magic of the explosive system.

"Fair enough, this is a peaceful place."

Faster (or worse) than advanced explosion magic activates, and my enchantment magic cancels the Arc Demon spell.

"- Huh!? What... and..."

The Ark Demon is a bewildered look at the fact that magic doesn't work.

I don't have a choice. You didn't expect the day to come when the highest level of demons to defend the Castle of the Demon King would cast a demon seal on the human clergy.

Anyway, the magic of this hand is hard to work for superior beings. In other words, the market is set if it doesn't work in ten or eighty-nine years.

The fact that magic such as sleep works for spells and confusion is more subtle than me (...) and the sequence of this Arc Demon (Hierarchy) is confirmed.

"If you want to fight, I won't stop you, but if you don't want to get killed, deliver this confection fold to the Demon King."

"Heh, don't be ridiculous. There's a human flair. Oh, oh!

Ark Demon swung his spear abusively. Avoid. Avoid. Avoid. Do not fail to take great care to prevent the contents of the wrap in your hand from breaking during this time.

"Uhhhhhhhhh!

I jumped over the tip of the spear with a light jump and landed without making a sound.

I kicked Arc Demon's big belly across the sta and pattern from the spear tip and jumped on its shoulder, gently placing a confectionery fold wrap over my head and whispering (sayingly) in my ear.

"It's okay. There is no holy water in it. This baked treat is a brightly colored macaroon made by a popular artisan in Wang Du. You've been in line for two hours to buy it, right?

If you want to kill (or) chant even one of the spells of death in your ear, but that is not included in the priesthood duties of the "Last Church”.

You guessed it. Archdemon stabbed the spear to the ground.

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I didn't just tell you to kill me. Was it unexpected or samurai type? If this happens, you can turn your back on me.

"Let's get along"

Jumping off my shoulder, I said, "Well, say hello to the Demon King," and go back to my new place of work, the "Church in front of the Demon King's Castle."

The sky is a dark cloud. The earth is gray and desolate, and the landscape is full of it. This is not the environment where humans live.

The wind rumor is that the newly born brave man is Level 3, and his growth is slower than that of a nut whale or snail.

Ha...... and a fucking big sigh leaked in my heart.

Level 3. Happy Slime graduation. Isn't that a level?

Level 80 + is required for a brave man to reach this church.

We have to cross the Dead Sea, where ships don't even lean, cross the stormy cloud sea like a dragon's nest, reach this island where the Castle of the Demon King is located, and further break the line of the Four Heavenly Kings of the Demon Army.

For Christ's sake, the future is compassionate - and I opened the door to a heavy steel kannon opening, and I went inside the church.

The cathedral ceiling, though small, is high. The sound sounds good, but the organ set aside remains dusty.

The windows had a few small ones at the top of the stone wall, more for lighting than for seeing the view.

A red carpet continues straight from the front entrance, with an altar in the back. I'm on the stage of preaching, but I don't have any followers in a long line of chairs lined up to the left and right across the carpet.

The buds of the tree of the great god tree, the divine body, grew on the back of the altar like a cross, emitting a blurry, pale and magical light.

It's a power source for church lighting and other magical powers.

Thanks to this bud of trees, how many demon kings cannot destroy the tempestuous church at the end of the eye and nose of the Demon King's Castle.

In addition to the cancerous cathedral, there are so many libraries in the penance room and in the private room of the staff (me).

Bathrooms are unit type. There was also a kitchen, though small. The room is always kept at a comfortable humidity and temperature. I don't have a problem living here thanks to the protection of the Great Divine Tree, but it's only a matter of time before I'm bored to death.

The old men at the upper ecclesiastical level sincerely believe that there is no more at the mercy of the youngest high priests of all time. I guess the forces that want to embarrass me have blown into your history.

You don't have eyes for a comeback until the brave defeat the Demon King, do you?

A few years in jail would be a lot worse.

Ma, it's not bad to just be easy on your own.

I also finished greeting the move and as of today this Seychlid became the administrator of a small church in front of the Demon King's Castle.

No one will ever come, and will you read a book and live quietly in a free workplace with a three-meal nap?