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

A seat for discussion was set up under the prebuilt theme of the future statue of the kingdom talking to the Great Cleric -.

Of course, both the royal side and the church side have confirmed that this is substantially comparable.

The four-headed carriage to the waiting mountain villa of Princess Claudia goes.

The chairs in the luxurious (shabby) rooms were seated like sofas, and Ruste checked the softness of the seat by raising and lowering his buttocks over and over again.

Its glutes are saggy and refreshing, and its usually self-assertive tail goes nowhere.

After the curse made the gender a man, no one doubted the Raste boy because the pseudo-magic hid the horns and also erased the tail.

Of course, the boy was eventually allowed to accompany me because of my social credibility as a high priest.

Ruste sighed as he pressed his buttocks tightly against the seat.

"That's what it feels like to be a royally-owned carriage, and I guess the comfort of sitting is somewhat of a pass"

"Don't shake it, Raste, even though the carriage is running slowly because of you"

"Beh, I didn't mean to rock anything!

"Remember that you are now an apprentice cleric. Whatever you are, you're carrying a church sign. If it's too late, I'll pack it in a barrel and roll it."

"Oh, stop being such a junior educator!

"Well, please behave yourself."

Later, Ruste sat down with his knees in alignment and grew up.

That's how the girl sits. The tone doesn't seem to change unless you're aware of the natural behavior you've acquired, even if you can be manly.

The carriage doesn't break the pace so lax in a hurry. The landscape flows loosely through the windows.

Through the city and through the fertile barn zone, to the woods, Raste began to twitch again.

"What are you so nervous about?

"Beh, I'm not nervous."

"I don't suppose you'll be seeing each other. Anyway, please be nice."

Raste asks me with his gaze dropped beneath his feet.

"So, Sai full of... what do you do?

"Whatever you do, until you obey the Pope's will. My brother, I can't put mud on her face."

Then Raste slowly raised his face.

"You mean for the family? That's right. Ginger...... Oh, wow! I see. That's the thing. I'm not being honest with you. I just need you to leave all this raste to me and feel like I'm on a mud boat. Zeh!

Around saying it's a mudship from myself, it's not good enough to be awesome.

The Demon King of the Day is really floating hard, but she shows me her thumbs up... and he confidently chested.

When we arrived at the mountain house, both me and Ruste were checked out by the Kingsguard knights in front of the front door.

"Dear Cleric, I apologize for such disrespect"

"Thank you for your time."

I was also checked for baggage and tool bags while I was touching them with my hand from the top of my robe for confirmation.

No problem. It's a natural result.

Ruste, on the other hand, waved the knight's youth away.

"Rude! Don't touch me! I know who I am."

I'm afraid there's suddenly trouble. The knights seem to have eaten this too.

I tell Ruste to look back.

"I have nothing to fear. It's formal. Or do you even have things you shouldn't be seeing?

Before I left “The Last Church” I included telling you not to take anything...

Well, no matter what you don't have, you can still use powerful black magic, so there's no difference between dangerous people, but Raste says to the knight in charge of body checks, "Guru!" and stripped his fangs.

A wild dog.

I bow my head to the young knight and then turn back to Raste. The red-haired boy has a rough nose and a red face.

"Say yes! It's called a body check!

"It makes sense because a third party does it."

And I finally understood when I said it. Well, I totally lost sight of the fact that it was a girl.

Speaking of Kingsguard knights, even from the top of his clothes, he must have refused because he didn't want men to touch him.

If so, it would be strange to ask me.

Either way, I advised Ruste in his ear because it was unclear what was going on.

"Shh... breathe! Exhale tickles!"

"Excuse me. Uh..."

Whispering, Ruste said, "Oh, well, that's the thing!," he pointed to the maid with the princess, not the knight of the Kingsguard.

"Heh! There she is! The dough cygnon is cute! Why don't you take my body around the corner? Now it's okay to touch the soft spot!

The maid of the nominated apron dress rounded her eyes. I told you to nominate a woman and have her body-checked, but how could that happen, Raste?

His personality is allergic Raste, but his face is a beautiful boy while leaving him with an unusual boyhood.

A knight snorted (nodding) in a sighing mixture at the bewildered maid.

To the young maid. Ruste is checked every corner, from the tip of his head to his toes.

The maid told the knight in a meeting that there was no particular problem.

The knight tells me.

"Doh, go ahead. Come in."

"I'll be there, Mr. Raste."

"You can touch me more!

Returning a blemish from the front door, I grabbed the root of Ruste's robe and pulled it a little rough.

Noticing the sight of us like that, looking down through a small window upstairs in the building.

The salon was also unified with calm items, so much so that the carriage seemed more gorgeous in sumptuous terms such as gold and silver craftsmanship.

The interior is sophisticated and matches the quiet whirlpool in the woods.

Large windows overlooked the sprawling lake.

The appearance of a girl in hind light from such a window can even feel divine somehow.

Clear blonde hair. White skin. Blue eyes are like a deep sea. The laid-back gentle eyes were more full of charity in real life.

The chest in the dress is open, and the valley I pulled over for you makes you feel feminine.

Slowly bowing her head to me, Thirteenth Princess - Claudia.

"Welcome to the long haul."

If you bend forward, your chest and chest will also look down, like twitchy, rocking fruit.

For some reason, Raste snapped my ass.

"There must be some kind of trick."

The tone is returning to Stella, demon king.

But if they bow their heads first when they say they are royal, they rather have no standing here.

"Please raise your head. It's an honor to have you here."

Gently bow your head this way, and then grab the back of the busty redhead boy next door as well, causing him to bow his head a lot.

Then the princess laughed just a little happily.

"Hehe... you're both very close... ah... how rude of you to laugh even though you're meeting me for the first time. I'm sorry for your loss. That may be so, and look up there too."

To be honest, the princess is a very good person. The waist is soft and the intimidation is free of shards. Now, I felt room not to move or panic, whether it stemmed from the high elegance.

I want the Demon King to wear it, too.

"Hey, hey, sayin 'full! He said he'd lower his head about himself!

With his head up, Ruste pointed his mouth at me.

What Stella the Demon King doesn't have. Elegance, character, affordability, grace, cleanliness, refinement, and apprenticeship are not one or two things to be apprenticed, but, above all, lack of chest circumference.

The princess's gaze was pointed at Ruste, not at me.

"We're late in introducing you. It's up to him to come by today to make me do some fine chores and stuff as my escort. Come on, introduce yourself. Don't be rude."

Ruste puts his hands on his hips and stretches his chest.

"I'm Raste! I'm a young cleric apprentice for my next executive candidate! He was bought the ability, and even though he was sent to the border, he was a dedicated assistant, full of seiklids with the title of high priest. No, excellent, excellent! Probably what, but I think I'm gonna repaint the record of the youngest high priest I've ever had. Nice to meet you there!

The princess dished her eyes as surprised once, but immediately smiled back.

"You're very excited about the future. I admire the fact that even though it's great enough to wear Seiklid's glasses, I can't believe it's going to go any further into my dreams."

Ruste turned away as soon as he could.

"What's up, Mr. Raste?

"Hey, something... too dazzling to look directly at"

"Oh, I wonder if the sun's getting a little stronger," the princess tells me again to tell me and Ruste by putting a lace curtain on the big window.

"It's going to be a very enjoyable day. I'll get you some tea in a minute."

"You can't annoy the princess's hand. I'm here..."

Reach out to the princess trying to get to the kitchen. And she stopped and looked back and held my hand gently wrapped in both hands.

"You two are customers. Besides, in your first kitchen, you won't even know where or what. Um... only in this room, but I'm so glad you think of me as one of your friends, not a princess"

Claudia's rhetoric will also be candid as to whether the tension was relaxed by Raste's overly free behavior.

Nevertheless, can I let her do it?

You're a man of noble standing, so it would be normal to let the maid do the same for the tea.

The princess continued.

"We'll prepare your meal today, too, while you're at it. You'll be tired, so relax on the couch."

Raste made his eyes black and white.

"No way, Princess...... from (Mizuka) et al!? That kind of thing makes you think royally!?

Rarely did you agree with the Demon King.

Claudia shyly blushed her cheeks and turned her gaze underfoot as she let go of my hand and rubbed her knee.

"I've always loved cooking and making sweets... my brother and father say I'm not royal... I wish I had the same confidence and courage as Mr. Ruste"

From earlier on, the princess's gaze tends to be drawn to Ruste more than mine.

"Duh, duh, duh. You make black burnt cookies or something anyway, right?

Apprenticeship cleric pointing at royalty with intense agitation. "I failed a lot at first," the princess replied honestly to the offending superior challenger.

"Huh. Then why don't you let me show you! The princess's strength!

Sounds like a death flag. You're loaded with lines of trinkets, Demon King.

And - the tea was ready, and I was to sink my body on the couch in the bickering room to surround the tea and baked confectionery.

The tea Claudia brewed to entertain me and Ruste is flavorful, fragrant and temperate, and the handmade baked confectionery served is like the face of a Wangdu confectionery store.

I called the beaten raste "Um, didn't it suit your mouth?" And as the kindness of the worried princess sinks the demon king further into the mud of defeat, so much so that I feel sorry for this one watching.

But why was such a beautiful lady (lady) framed with me, the cleric, etc.

Even though I could see the deliciousness of tea was clear, one aspect of it remained a mystery.