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

While Kirsch was asleep, I decided to do something to convince her.

Let it lie in the cathedral bench for now.

Now would be the time to be sleeping with Suyasuya. If you wake up, it's more obvious than seeing fire to try to make a frontal breakthrough on me again in the name of assassination.

Stella glanced at Kirsch's chest as she put her arms around her...

"Hey, don't you think God is unfair?

"What is it, Demon King?"

"How could it just be me and Canon...... ah! I see. That's the thing. I'm sure it's inversely proportional to your magical talent."

The potential value of magical power was high, while the cleric apprentice Canon was also human, to think of it.

Stella points and pokes Kirsch's chest with a punipunitungtung.

"I mean, this kid doesn't like magic!

"Mr. Berial can use advanced explosive magic with an array, right?

The redhead girl's tail is bickering! and stand to jump.

"So it doesn't matter!? Though in the process of development, a little more of that at this stage...... add your hand, God!

Turn your butt over here. Stella prays to the buds of the Great God Tree at the back of the church.

"I don't mind God asking, but let's do something about the assassin first"

"That's easy. As usual, you can send it to the nearest city with metamagic."

Kuru looked back, spreading the hem of his skirt like a fluttering petal, and the Demon King said, "Pu Pu, you've also faded the Great Cleric," he said.

"There were about two problems, and metamagic requires the consent of the other person."

"Is that it? Really?

I set my gaze on the sprouts of the Great Divine Tree for a sigh of sigh.

"It is possible to enhance magic to enhance metastatic magic and force it to fly near where the Great Divine Tree buds are..."

"Then why don't you? Do it."

"Perhaps Mr. Kirsch has set this“ Last Church ”as a resurrection point."

Stella's tail? It took the form of a mark.

"I mean, what's this all about?

"Even if we send them back to the king's capital, they will come back here fighting demons and deliberately defeating them."

"Ah! Then keep your soul in the bud of the Great Divine Tree all the time, won't you be summoned to heaven? That's the kind of system, isn't it?

If you ask me, you're right.

"Do you think you can do that to me, who resurrects Mr. Ako and Mr. Cannon every time in discipline?

It's not like there are penalties for watching me die, but I can't have you sleeping badly.

I pinched the cough and went on.

"That's why I want Mr. Kirsch to give up on me and give it back to his family, convinced."

It's not fatally suited for a nerdy child, an assassin.

Stella strained her chest.

"Okay! If that's the case, I'll help you. But this loan is expensive."

"Then how about revenge in the King's Capital cafe? Next time we'll treat you to a delicious cup of coffee."

"I'm on it! Let's hit our hands with that. Well, we just need to make sure Kirsch doesn't break out anyway."

"Yes, because I'm confident in persuasion, as long as we can calm down and discuss it"

"Wait a minute. I'll find something I can use."

Flirting his tail to the left and right, in an upbeat mood, the Demon King returned to his castle once.

Ten years later...

Belial came into the cathedral from the front entrance, loaded with piles of torture equipment full of huge luggage.

Like a carriage horse, a female knight pulls a cart.

"Shh, Master Stella, what the hell are these tools..."

"Seiklid really wants me to bring it."

Stella blushed her cheeks next to Belial.

By the way, I was just looking at what was on the carrier.

Red roughropes, candles, eye masks, triangular wooden horses, tensioning platforms, water wheels with something like brushed hair, black genuine leather handcuffs connected by collars and chains, ball-shaped mouth shackles, hooks with elastic bands, things like locked underwear, glass syringes with as much as stellar forearms, candy body stockings, etc.

If you list it in detail, there's no kiri, but whatever it is, there's a pile of them.

After Belial sees me as a chill, he turns away immediately.

"Damn... this... pervert! What the hell are we supposed to do with all this curse gear? Or let me!?

I checked with Stella after passing through a high-ranking demon clan with rough breath.

"At best a rope would have been enough...... where did you get this stuff from?

"From your father's secret room! Sounds like a restraint, but I don't know how to use it, so I got a proper look at Bereal. Still, what the hell is a secret?

I wonder what it is. Ha ha. In my heart but all I get is a dry laugh.

I turned my gaze back on the brown-skinned beauty.

"I see you made your choice with Mr. Belial's taste... oh, Mr. Belial goes far... you go far. Don't you have to stop me, Mr. Stella?

"Hey Belial! If you don't tell me how to use it, I'm in trouble! Wait, wait, wait!

Belial said, "I'll have some time, Demon King!" He ran through the red carpet as he raised his voice and fled to the inside of Demon King's Castle. Are you ready to quit your gatekeeper job?

It is a spectacular suicide bomber.

And me, the Demon King and the secret tools that will be left behind.

In the Basilica of the Holy Church, the collection of the former Demon King, who became a mountain, creates a different piercing and atmosphere.

"Maybe you can bake and feed these things,"

Stella rounded her eyes.

"Huh!? Why should I burn it?

"There's also a way to bake and clean. but first let's keep Mr. Kirsch's hands and feet in red rope."

As she lay down in her bench, the brunette shrugged her noisy sleeping remarks, "Uh-huh, you can't kill me anymore.

Stella helps me, and I tie up the assassin's wrist and ankle with a rope, respectively.

"Hey Seiklid, wouldn't this eye mask be nice too? Darkness calms my heart."

"Right. Then please."

Stella equipped Kirsch with an eye mask.

"Ah! The one with this ball, why don't you let it stick to your mouth? I suddenly have trouble getting my tongue bitten... ok, I think I got it right. I want you to listen to me first, and when Kirsch calms down, I'll take him off."

You don't know your father's beloved secret tools... if you probably knew, you wouldn't be able to use them so calmly.

Unconsciously, Stella had chosen the right use.

From Kirsch, who lay on a bench, blindfolded and shackled with his hands and legs bound with red rope, only two letters of crime can be associated.

"Is that an aromatic candle? Primary Flame Magic."

When a small fire came out of his fingertips and lit a candle, Stella placed about four by Kirsch's head or under his feet.

However, the bench has been showing off the altar of sacrifice.

"Now I can talk to you calmly."

"Uh... well, wouldn't that be nice"

Stella said, "Ah! I forgot what was important," he said.

No way... I don't want to use a waterwheel with brushes, etc.

"I'm gonna borrow your kitchen for a second. I'll get ready for tea. When you can have a normal conversation, and then treat them with delicious tea and tea treats, you'll be able to persuade them smoothly."

"I thought that would be a good idea."

With Tattattata and a light foothold, Stella moves from the diocese to the priest's private room.

I lowered my chest. And, from the front mouth, which remains open, the wind gushes in and shakes the candle fire.

"Looks like the wind's coming out."

I don't mind the candle fire going out, but the dust coming in outside is troublesome.

Close the front door.

Kirsch doesn't wake up yet.

Well, what's the matter? It's bad for Stella, but the eyemask won't do well with the shackles on her mouth.

Back to the assassin, when I tried to remove the shackles...

"Just now! Seiklid! It's your waiting cock time!

"How about a cleric apprentice on the set? You are on the Smile 0 Gold Campaign!

(head) Happy set came.