On the red carpet in the cathedral, I let Stella make a turn. Fluffy red dress hem opens like a petal.
Its buttocks had no emotionally expressive and assertive tails, and the holes in the dress were blocked by Stella's skillful sewing skills.
No horns, no shadows, no shapes of the head.
"Phew, phew, phew, phew. ♪ Hey, Seiklid, what do you think?
The red-haired girl asks me to stand on the podium for fun.
"I am in a very good mood for the Demon King today."
"Unplug that kind of stubbornness, there you go! Isn't that amazing?"
Point your butt at me. Quick! and shook left and right before Stella looked back with a nymmari face.
Apparently, he wants to appeal to the fact that he's used to using pseudo-magic.
Get off the stage and face her. This is no different than a normal girl.
I am losing my personality, such as tail and horn, because of it, but where it was originally attached, and without the majesty of the Demon King, it was an emotional expressive organ that said things as much as its mouth when it came to tail, and it was only responsible for that much of the role of a dog.
Confident and chesty is the usual thing to do.
"Doesn't that feel perfect anymore? This magic trick... don't mix it up. It's dangerous. Experience is the world of things. You know what I mean? It might be a little difficult for the Great Cleric."
The truth is that I was punished for the curse of boxing.
Stella turns her back and speaks out "opium". At the same time its modest and discreet chest, shaking small.
If the growing season has shown its last will, this way of shaking is too dramatic yesterday today.
"You've served, demon king."
"Huh? Well, what is it?
"Ask your chest."
"That's crazy, isn't it? It's not me! I don't know! I'm so tired, Seiklid."
Demon King's Day Offering Campaign begins.
If the last “su" was sorry, I could laugh and forgive him, but now they're gonna say it's like I'm sorry.
Still further Stella continued.
"Uh, maybe Seiklid had a chest every time he saw me... watching me grow in anticipation of a great deal of fruit!? Congratulations, Seiklid! Loricon, you're out of here! I've been worried about you. From now on, you can walk majestically beneath the heavens!
If the demon king treats me like a shader, where should I sue him?
"How can I stay that positive, now that it's good, I definitely want to tell you the trick"
"Good seiklid. Life is for those who enjoy it."
Apparently, you don't have any more secrets. The opportunity to hear it at a later date vanished immediately.
"Mr. Stella. It's not too late now. Stop putting up your chest and look good and be honest"
"Look, I'm not even looking good!
"Rather, it's too much... it's more like making it too big, and it's also cute. Because there's a lot of desperation that the Demon King can't afford to bottom-up with a natural finish."
The Demon King's breasts have been secretly cheated, and the days when rumors can be made are not so far away.
"I'll tell you what, Seychlid. If we don't find out, we're not gonna lie."
"He says he's found out."
"You can't prove it, can you? Or are you gonna pull and peel and confirm me, like Seychlid always does about me?
"What do you think I'm always pulling off?"
"Aco, Canon, Belial,"
I can't even think of a word to give back to the King of Demons. Even if something like that has happened in the past, it is an accident and force majeure.
"Ha... it's time to pick it up, Demon King"
"What? That's not good. I'm always a hippo."
Wait, Demon King, an argument by the name of that fact works for me. And from what I thought, the buds of the great god tree lit up.
Stella said, "What is it?" and lean his neck.
If Ako and Kanon have returned to death, they should hear both voices together.
The light took the liberty of forming the figure of man and stepped down on the carpet of the diocese.
She is a blue-eyed Virgin with silver hair, dressed in a pure white robe with gold embroidery.
Stella jumped back and took the distance.
"Oh, oh, oh! Are you Pope John!?
The Demon King can point and roar at the figure on the stage and the two Virgins.
Before John opened his mouth, I jumped to the king's capital with metastatic magic. No questions asked.
"Hey! Seikri..."
John's words disappeared intermittently.
I gently wipe my forehead sweat with my sleeves.
"It was a dangerous place. Because there must be no such thing as a sacred Church cathedral allowing the infiltration of external enemies."
Stella, who retreated to the corner of the cathedral, can roar.
"Hey hey! Isn't it strange that the Pope is an external enemy?
Even if the Demon King comes to snack time every day in the name of worship, the Pope cannot pass it alone.
I smiled and told Stella.
"There are a lot of things going on in the church."
"Isn't that Seychlid's personal reason, not the church?
I don't like good demon kings.
I gently reach out to the Demon King.
"For now, the threat has left, so you don't have to stay in the corner like that."
"Really? That's how you keep us alert, isn't it, the Pope coming back?
That possibility cannot be denied.
And, needless to say, the buds of the great god tree shed light again.
At the same time that the light particles shaped the Virgin's appearance...
"Metastatic Magic"
"Enchanted Magic"
Containing my magic, John smiled nicely at Stella.
"My brother always takes care of me... uh, my daughter who lives near this church?
His Holiness the Pope deliberately takes confirmation with Stella.
"Yes, it is! It's Village Daughter A! His Holiness the Pope!
John narrows his eyes to the Demon King with his spine pinned out, "Oh well."
My magic will be sealed to drive me back, and it seems like I can only watch what happens.
Here and now, the supreme showdown between mankind and the devil clan comes to an end.