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

On my way home from buying apple pie in the hall at Wangdu's confectionery store - I ran into a crowd on the boulevard.

"Ha-ha-ha! I'm the Demon King Zamza! People, obey me!

I can stand on a crate in the center of the audience, and a man in a black cape can roar. Her skin was shallow and dark, her hair burning red, and her fangs glared tingly from her mouth.

For once, it is such a place as the Critical Advanced Demonic Nation.

How tall are you? The arm stretched from under the cape is long, muscular and like a whip.

The voice of Zamza stopped when I turned my back.

"Hey there! It's you over there in white! Wait a minute. Hey!

The crowd breaks and makes a path between me and Zamza.

Well, here's what happens.

Let's try to persuade (...) somehow before the freshly baked apple pie cools down.

Looking back, I walked to the center of the crowd.

Zamza nodded her tongue with her nose.

"Apparently, you're an alley. You're a priest, aren't you?

"Yeah, well."

"I'm afraid of you. You've tried to run away with too many people, but you won't miss this demon eye."

When Zamza opened her eyes, her iris glowed golden.

Demons have nothing to be afraid of these days. The same goes for Pigmy, but is it easy to enter the human city?

It is mutual because adventurers enter Demonic fortresses and ships.

I tell the sigh.

"I'm in a hurry, may I be excused?

The thru is most effective for the raw (since) of this hand.

"You saw it or you heard it, humans! God's use, which is supposed to protect you, has declared you abandoned it. Huhahahahahaha!

The people of the town begin to bother.

Hate of Zamza is pointed at me, so I want you to evacuate if you want to report me without blurring.

Zamza got out of the crate.

"Alright! I'll give you despair! This demon king, Zamza, will give the poor priest a blood festival from now on! Hey, what's your name? Victim number one!

They're worse than drunk bereaux.

I stare at Zamza's golden eyes.

"It's not enough to name it. By the way, did you say Mr. Zamza... is a great demon king?"

Zamza undressed when he put his hand on the shoulder of his cape.

Amazingly, what a red hipster almost completely naked.

It's more of a pervert than a demon king.

Zamza tried to move his chest muscles with a pimple.

"Behold, this forged flesh! Come on, Cleric. If it's horrible, be honest it's horrible. If you admit defeat on this occasion, contribute what seems important in its hands, and leave all the money behind, then all life will be saved."

People's stiffness grew.

Out of it, a little kid pops up and yells at Zamza.

"Oh, I'm not afraid of you! The priest will lose!

The city folks also said, "Yes, they are!" Raise your voice.

Zamza's eyes ran blood. and, at the same time, its feet kick the ground, giraffe its fangs and intent to kill and run the little one over.

"Oh my God! This fucking kid. Aah!

The boiling point is too low.

I put my foot around Zamza and let him fall.

The self-proclaimed Demon King kisses the cobblestone with extra momentum.

"Bubeh! Huh, unintentional is cowardice! Is that what people do when they serve God?

I got up with my face up and Zamza was going to resent me.

"Excuse me for having long legs. I just happened to get caught up. The demon kings, though. Why don't you be generous about the mistakes people make? Will you please leave the city without doing anything like this?

Zamza's fangs glistened again.

"Stupid! If this happens, he'll give you a blood festival first! Watching but good humans! It drags this man's intestines out (annoyed) and he splits!

- Scary. Scary.

"You can't really hope to pick it up."

"You want me to run to the Demon King, you fool! I will no longer forgive you! Be the food for this Demon King Zamza's reign of terror!

Jacquin! And Zamza's fingertip nail stretches. It's as sharp as a knife.

This one, on the other hand, has his left hand blocked by an apple pie wrap, and he can't pull out the light slaughter sword.

"Die, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!

Apparently, we just have to move on to the second stage of persuasion. I don't have the trials I finished in the first phase, but I'm not least confident in this second phase of persuasion.

I put magic in my right hand.

"Advanced Recovery Magic"

Activating the magic, he cuts through the knife-like claws of Zamza and scratches through its thin, shallow, black chin.

Spann! And my fist made Zamza's face snap in an unsightly direction.

"- Huh!?

"3 x Advanced Recovery Magic"

Span! Span! Span!

Beat Zamza in the face with three straight hits.

At this time, he immediately neutralized the fatal wounds inflicted on his opponent with healing magic.

"Yes, no, no, no, no, no!

Zamza peeps and screams.

Pain is the only "lingering” move.

"Please. Promise me you'll never come near a human town or settlement again."

"Ha... ha... what. What the hell is this humiliation and pain? Oh, you... now you're a brave man!? I can't imagine anything else would give this Zamza so much pain..."

It's troublesome, so I turned Zamza's face into an eagle with my right hand.

"No, I'm just a church cleric. Next will be our last favor. If you can't shake your head vertically here..."

"Yes! Shake it! Shake it!

Sometimes I had my face fixed, and Zamza couldn't shake her neck vertically.

"Shake it right. Come on, you have to show it right with your attitude, not just your mouth... you must be sincere, right?

Golden eyes are totally frightened and like a girl.

"So, because I'm shaking my head! I can't move! Ah! It cracks! It cracks my temples! Stop making me xy. Yes!

Zamza bumps his hands and feet. Take advantage of that long reach and point the nail blade at me, but I grew up just gushing my right hand as I countered.

He seems to be persuading well.

- Five minutes later.

"Sorry Nasaimo Massen"

With my face grabbed by me, words of apology for my loss of emotion spilled out of Zamza's mouth.

"You're not in the mood."

"Aww...... dowslebay? Zamzano...... Yippee Yippee... Sayi... Sayi"

It's starting to feel good, so I'm almost done convincing you.

I smiled nicely.

"You're lying."

"Liar?"

"I'm not really a demon king. Different?

Zamza made Burri and his whole body tremble.

"Nande...... Bareta"

I can't say it's because I know the real thing.

"There can't be a demon king who loses anything to church clerics. You will never enter a human town again, and neither will the Demon King be named. Is that good?

"Wakatta...... Hanasite...... Kudasai"

It's not a ghost with me, so I gently let Zamza go.

"What a promise, Bokee, Bokee, Bokee, Bokee!

The moment I let go, my nails stretch to scratch my throat.

I knew. ('· ω ·)

Is this the final stage of persuasion?

Through a series of knife-like nail strikes, I thrust my right fist into every one of Zamza's as I sank my body.

"Intermediate Recovery Magic"

"Gu Hu!"

Zamza kneels to the ground on the spot.

Look down and I'll tell you.

"The next blow is elementary recovery magic."

"Hey, what the hell, just now! One blow now... it was like once my whole body was torn apart, and I was forced to rebound!?

"The very power of my blow has not changed. I'm only weakening your healing magic."

"Ha, ha! There's no way this Zamza guy's gonna lose his human touch. Oh!

"How can you be so confident with that strength? Not to mention deceiving the Demon King..."

"The sage of the journey said I was the one who deserved to be named the Demon King! I missed him because there were sights for humans!

Sage - Speaking of which, there was a story in the home of Lavina and Luluna that such a raw person has been visiting (not)......

There is no time to think slowly, and Zamza can raise his hands and roar.

"My demon king! Demon King Zamza. Yes, yes, yes!

Keep me up and wave my nails down.

"Please, hand over those nails. Primary Recovery Magic"

Exact jaw penetration again at the counter at the same time as avoidance. The impact caused Zamza's body to glance wide back.

"Gwwwwwwww!

but when the self-proclaimed Demon King can't fall, he comes at me with his bloody eyes running.

Have you turned into a beast yet? I told Zamza the power of my fist.

"Listen to me, Mr. Zamza."

"Guruuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!"

I slapped all my strength into Zamza's face, stripping his fangs and attacking him.

Zamza's body blows up and crashes into the crate he was on.

And the crate together Zamza's body was wrapped in light and turned into a small miniature crate.

Pick it up gently.

"Apparently, this was the throne."

I can't even feel the “power” like Iceburn or Pigmy. Apparently something less than a Demon King candidate incomplete.

I think I can destroy this.

"Please, good luck in the next life. Come on, Demon Clan, return to chaos."

When I grabbed the miniature throne of the crate, I blew and crushed the magic of light attributes in my fist.

"You made me some tea. Demon King, I'm afraid not."

"Yeah, 'cause you have apple pie, right? Because Belial will be bringing Nina soon."

"I can't believe I can care for you, Mr. Stella is still the demon king in the demon king. A true ruler's vessel."

"Eh heh... that's how he tried to keep me alert..."

"I cut the apple pie. Biggest piece, please."

"Huh? It's okay!? It could be bad for Nina."

"Wouldn't it be nice once in a while"

aroma of rising tea and just a little chilled pie. Today's tee time started just a little behind schedule.