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

Stella, who worked for the day as Ruste, was presented with a cologne prepared by the Pontifical Agency.

Instead, Nina liked it and said, "Ooh, it's so corny," and it looks like the real ownership has shifted to my sister.

The next day...

Stella came to the cathedral first thing in the morning.

"Hey Seiklid! It's crazy!"

"A demon king who worships the church in the morning is indeed a strange story. Good morning. Welcome to church. Record your journey…"

"Cancel it all! Listen to me!

A girl's voice echoed on the cathedral ceiling.

Bing your tail! and stand up. Stella is a musty face.

"Well, let's talk about it."

"I want you to taste the cookies!

The girl handed me the little wrap as she grabbed her butt.

When I opened the paper bag, it contained about ten disheveled cookies that were just a little burnt there, but full of handmade feel.

One is about the size of a coin used in a casino. Some things are snoring, but when I try them on my hands, they don't break down and become ashes on the spot either.

Sparkle your eyes. Stella's waiting for me to carry the cookies to her mouth.

"Look, eat! All at once!"

It looks like a cookie just not black burnt, but it doesn't look very tasty.

"Okay, I'll take it"

Eat one.

The girl stuffed up a lot.

"How about that!? Is it done right?

Leave it for a moment - a shock ran through my mouth.

Hard.

It's just hard. Looks like a tyrant blowing up prison flame magic in his mouth.

It has a chilli-based flavour, not salt gas. Not very, but not good enough to feed a little kid.

"Why is it so hard?

Stella breasted, uh, confidently.

"Based on Seiklid's recipe, I put in my own personality. Red is my color, right? The addition of chillies reduces calories because it's sweating! You're gonna lose weight enough to eat! Not awesome!?

Wow... it's not delicious.

I didn't even have shards (pieces) to share the happiness of a sweet moment eating sweets.

"You can't do this cookie. I can't eat it."

"What!? How could you?

"I have over-modified the recipe I taught you. Aren't you out of the realm of arrangements?"

One of the mistakes that people who don't like cooking tend to make is "the hidden flavor that comes from mysterious confidence”. This is exactly the typical example of this.

It is a level I would like to add to the Bible so that no mistakes can be made in communicating tragedies to future generations.

"You invented it, didn't you? Because I froze the chili once with ice magic, and then I crushed it with explosion magic and worked it in!

It was a brilliant waste of black magic.

"And the texture is heavy, too. Are you mixing the dough sawdust as specified?

"I'm mixing it right up! Because the more you practice, the more fun it is to change the color to seven colors!

At least I haven't taught you a recipe that would change color. I wonder what else is in there besides chili.

"Think properly of the smile of those who eat, not just those who make it. If you mix it up, you don't practice it at all."

Stella dropped her shoulder softly.

"So this cookie is no good after all?

"What does that mean, after all?"

"Oh, I tasted it, it might be a little spicy..."

Not a bit. There's a fire in my mouth. It is a flavour that recalls Southern cuisine with plenty of spices.

I dropped my gaze on the cookie wrap in my hand.

"You have no choice. Could you hang out with me for a little while now?

"Huh? Oh, hang out!?

Her eyes opened wide and Stella roughed her breathing.

"I'll show you to the real spices… before we do that, what do we do with this cookie"

Once I went back to my private room, I took the liquor bottle out of the cupboard.

"I'm looking forward to it, can't you help it"

It's a secret red wine. I can feel the sweetness in the firm taste… it is the perfect bottle for spicy dishes.

When I get back to the cathedral with that in my hand, Stella asks me worried.

"You shatter the cookies with that bottle and sprinkle them outside!? You feed!

"Well, I can't really eat cookies alone"

Walking straight through the red carpet, I open the door and go outside.

"Because Stella made it so hard, let's make someone happy with this cookie too"

In front of the castle gate of Demon King Castle, a huge demon-looking berial stood like a gatekeeper.

I stand before the giant beast.

"What can I do for you, Seiklid?

"I thought I'd hem Mr. Stella's cookies."

"It's a survival... but the... human, the bottle that Kisama is holding is that... is that it? Isn't that good liquor? Whether it's a cork plug or not, my nose won't lie."

I noticed and got a good nose.

"Oh, is this it? I thought it might be a good idea to match Stella's baked cookies."

Soon Belial's giant shrunk and turned into a brown beauty. Not in armor, but in a perfect thin suit like tights.

"Hey, why don't you, Seiklid. I'm in the doorkeeper's line of duty. Cookies are good, but if you want to drink alcohol or something... oh, stop it, please don't unplug the cork."

"Oh, that's too bad"

When I looked back and tried to return to the diocese, I was feathered from behind.

The soft feel adheres to the back.

"Wait! No, please wait!

"Yeah, I'll wait, just let me go"

Looking back where the force had loosened, I handed Bereal a cookie wrap and a bottle of wine.

- Five minutes later.

Having eaten a cookie and turned into a fire spraying face, Berial not only moistened his throat with wine when he spanned the mouth of a wine bottle with a knife.

"Spicy! Yummy! Alcohol! Pu Ha! What a match! I didn't know cookies that were just spicy would go so well with wine!

Stella looks at the gatekeeper from inside the cathedral, but Belial doesn't realize how much she sits in front of the castle gate and starts serving liquor.

"Phew... you're getting hard, hot and sweaty"

As thin clothes like tights began to sweat, Berial exhaled like a burning breath and began to pull his body back so that it could even peel.

This is a bad sign of scum.

"Now, if you'll excuse me"

"Wait, Seiklid! Why run away!"

I'm not human enough to go with the tangled liquor while I take it off. As he remained facing the side of the berial, he lowered back on a shrinking walk and escaped into the church, closing the door and locking it.

Don't! Don't! Don't!

Mixed with the sound of knocking on the door, Belial's "Why don't we drink it down together -! Saikrido! There will be something called adult dating -!" The voice echoes.

Stella lowered her brow butt and groaned at me when I came back to the diocese.

"Belial may not be for gatekeepers."

"Right. Seems to be caged with a bottle of wine, which interferes with security"

After a while, the sound of knocking on the door stopped, so I opened the door to see how it was...

"Uh-oh! Shh, shh, shh, shh!

A beautiful woman holding a wine bottle was lying in front of the church.

Naked.