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

The clothing room boasted by the Maid College housed textiles collected from all over the world.

Colours and patterns are as colorful as spring gardens, and silk on cotton, wool textiles and raw materials vary.

The countless drawers where buttons are finely classified and stored are as brilliant as a jewelry box if opened.

Torso, dressed in a dress of materials, is lined up in a sloppy line, and the western shop of Wangdu, which has a wide range of products, is blurred.

Machines powered by magic are equipped for each practice table, and hand-stitched tools are "nothing".

Mary Anne, ready for the showdown, tells me a little dissatisfied.

"Because I've prepared Dr. Seiklid's share, but you can't wear it this time either."

She had maid clothes on her right hand and butler clothes on her left.

Nickely smile on my face with a soft mouth.

"Can you wear it if you like?

"Because priests have the outfit they deserve."

The butler's clothes are dummy, and my fate is made for me.

And...

"Nina is concerned about your butler! It's so cool!

And a petite maid-dressed toddler grabbed the hem of my clothes cuddly under my feet.

The young lady was about to take off her clergy clothes.

Nina looks like an apron dress full of white frills on black ground. Pure white knee socks dazzle.

My hair is also arranged in twin tails like stellar.

I exhale small and then give it back to the young lady who looks me in the eye of expectation.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Nina. I wish it was a holiday, but I'm still at work today, so please excuse me for wearing my work clothes"

"Oh well...... ha. Good luck with your work."

Nina gently releases her hand. I also want Stella to share the kindness that makes me feel like this one is in trouble.

The other escort, on the other hand, was dressed like a waiter in a pretty shop in the lower town of Wang Du.

"Why am I not like this... with the upper half of my chest out? And the skirt is short in length... and I can't even walk."

Belial's maid clothes were not available in size, making them special maid clothes customized by the dean in sewing.

But even the big breasts come to you, and the valley is deep and still full of tears.

The skirt is also a 15cm mini on the knee, but if Berial's forged, moist thighs are anything to make a little bit of an effort, it could be without a hint of hilarity.

Ask Belial to find me.

"How did you wear it?

"It's also the knight's duty to fulfill Lord Nina's wishes... don't look closely"

You're going to hurt yourself if I show you when you leave all the undressing when the booze comes in on video.

Which is tomorrow for Belial, the loyal insane woman.

Berial opened his mouth in a panic as I gently tried to get my gaze back.

"Ma, wait. In the first place, why are you called“ teacher "in a woman's garden like this?

If Mary Ann hadn't done it before I opened my mouth, I'd have gone one step further.

"A teacher who teaches white magic at this college asked me to lecture him on white magic for a while during maternity leave."

"It's pitiful to be taught by this man"

What do you think I am, Belial?

The dean does not break his soft grin.

"The generation of graduates that Dr. Seiklid brought to us is working on the front line as a maid and fighter. I was surprised because it is a trend that is not usual in years. The Soldier Generation has been inscribed in the history of the College."

It is a generic term for a generation that does not seem like a maid of honor.

Belial put his arms under his chest. Amethyst colored eyes open wide and look at me.

"I see, as a cleric, it's a problem, but as a combat instructor, you mean excellent."

Would you stop that kind of "reviewed” face?

Whatever students I was involved with, I didn't think that was happening.

Must have been a generation of miracles where highly combatable girls came together.

Nina laughs all the time.

"Ooh, it was a mess. Can you teach Nina magic, too?

"It might be too early for Mr. Nina. Better luck with your songs and dances than magic."

"Ah! It was. And there's lots of things Nina wants to remember about cleaning and cooking."

Mary Ann slowly shakes her head vertically.

"When you are old enough to enroll, please come to our college."

"Wow! Nina, I'm gonna be a maid's adventurer who can sing and dance all the time!

Belial is afraid that "adventurers are bad," but young girls' dreams are huge.

And where the chatter was exhausted -

The door was opened from the hallway side and two maids showed up.

Demon King and Golem. Something like a good mood together?

Mary Anne, who bought the referee and left, stands in front of the blackboard and tells the maids.

"The battle is ahead of two. The event puts out a competition for the basic skills required by the maid. If one win at a time, it will be settled in the third. You're both ready, right?

Pi snorted small.

"I'll end the Second World War for you."

Stella tenses her chest a lot.

"That's our line!

Mary Ann raised her hand softly.

"So the challenge of the first game is… Mr. Berial's maid clothes are in trouble! Please re-tailor the dress in this room so she can wear it."

As soon as the dean rattled his pussy and fingers, all the stitches in Bereal's maid clothes flaked and the maid clothes broke apart.

"What the hell is this? Aaaaaaaaah!

Like a petal that leaves a light purple underwear and scatters, Bereal's outfit has gone back to the part she just cut out of the moulded paper.

Stella screams.

"Seiklid, don't look!

Meanwhile, Pi observed Belial's body still.

"Height and three size measurements completed. Let's get to work."

Bringing the yellow dress that was on the torso to the workbench, Pi entered the re-tailoring task as soon as possible.

Nina stares up at Belial.

"Belial hey, the trick is amazing"

"Oh, yes, Master Nina. It's a trick."

Yang-flamed magic power stood up behind Berial that mimicked what he was, unable to rage in front of Nina, but his eyes contained a firm will to "kill humans".

No, it's not me. It's the dean (him) who did it.

Well, the killing is going to be set after the game, but after Nina drove away and took a big towel to Belial to get nothing going, the battle was settled quickly.

Oh, my God.

[Breaking news] It is a stellar victory. It was an unexpectedly high-level game, but the Demon King Maid turned the win into a thing with a slight difference.

"Phew. ♪ I know the size of the bereal, and the dress on it. Something I just fixed the other day."

Stella knows only the fluttering sensation of the dimensions and so on, but the work is real around finishing with it.

"Glad you could win one. No way, the challenge was unfair, but I'll admit my sewing arm is real."

The blue dress Stella chose fit Belial's body to suck on.

The yellow dress that Pi fixed was only slightly broken by the silhouette.

Pi took this slight difference sincerely.

Belial gently greets Stella in a blue dress.

"That's right, Dear Stella. I'm impressed with this berial. And the Great Cleric... I have something important to tell you later, so be prepared."

If you're gonna raise your head, you're gonna give me a big one, and Belial says, "Oh, is that a confession?" and laughed joyfully.

"Kisama...... how dare you! You disgraced me!

Whether you find it or not, the dean has a cool face.

"Actually, I kept the same trick on the maid clothes I had prepared for Dr. Seiklid, because he didn't wear it"

It was a dangerous place. And while I was relieved, Belial's angry spearhead was pointed at me again.

"How come you don't get undressed in made-up clothes?"

"If I had taken it off, this one might have been difficult. Mr. Stella has never taken my measurements."

"If you ask me... Ha! Something to fool you."

"Better than that, Mr. Belial. Does it look like Stella wants to talk to you about something?

Stella, who had just won and was exasperated, suddenly stuffed Belial with tears.

"Hey, hey, Belial! Important story... Could it really be about Seiklid..."

"Don't get me wrong! Seiklid, anyway. Um... Um... I'll see you later!

Would you forgive me if I had a drink? (Yum) I don't feel like I'm going for it.

Finally, Mary Ann walked over to Pi.

"Well, if you lose, let's put on a little skirt length."

I don't know what you're talking about.

"This battle is a game of death where skirts are shortened for every single loss. Or do you want to give up the game?

I've never seen such a bastard before.

Stella said, "Yes? Do you think he's gonna wind up his tail and run away?" and it is the beginning and the end of the claw.

It seems that it is also the Demon King (Stella) who doesn't know that he will be bouncing back at himself later.

Exceptional discharge (self-proclaimed) thrust the emotionless golem.

"I don't mind. We just have to win two more in a row."

Mary Ann's magical technique under consent shortened her skirt by a few centimeters. It was a micro mini, not a mini skirt, and Pi's absolute area expanded.

WWII is an unused old vacant classroom cleaning battle.

It's a showdown about which one can clean more dust on the floor.

Flying dust to the opponent's position becomes a form of confrontation that expands a beautiful self-defense territory while interfering.

This competition has come to be called "barefoot barefoot barefoot barefoot barefoot nakedness (splattoon)" when people are asked to clean up to greed.

It is a lie.

"If I let you hold the mop, there's nothing out to my right! Besides, we have a secret weapon this time."

In conjunction with the confrontation, Stella had brought the "dirt remover" that I presented the other day, and the sticky carpet corn (made by the Dashen Tree Administration: Equipment Development Department).

but there it is, Pi-chan and No. 6 were created by its development department.

"Cleaning mode activated. Systemic adsorption complete. Come on, whenever you want."

Mary Ann said, "Yo...... here we go!," he said, announcing the start of the game. No, no, Pi, who charged the static electricity, began to roll gobbly when he fell asleep.

She herself is a huge adhesive roller.

"Shh! Hey, that's a little sloppy!

In the little corn in Stella's hand, it's like challenging a cannon with a pussy.

Although the red-haired maid switched to mop immediately, the time has already expired (timed up).

They took 81.4% of the floor area and failed miserably, transforming that skirt into a micro mini whose danger was at stake if it moved any harder.

Remaining a one-on-one evening, the game is final - to the third. The battles look so far like each other, but Stella is likely to be forced into a bitter battle at the end of her specialty sewing competition.

By the way, if Stella wins, Pi will be back in the development department... no way I'm going to stop being the Demon King because I'm going to do my maid, right, Demon King?