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

After tea time, out of the lodge, under a clear blue sky. There was a little wind, so the jacket hung on the front door was rewoven.

We picked grass flowers that flocked to the shores of the lake to create crowns of flower wheels and silotumexa.

Walking about five minutes while looking at the lake at a distance. I got to the bush of grasshoppers just fine.

The Demon King brothers and sisters seem to have bent a little bit on each other, and Nina is perfectly fit for Claudia.

"Claudia, your hands are clever."

"Thank you, Nina. Nina's very good, too."

"Not so much ~ hehe"

Neena and Claudia, surrounded by wildflowers, lined their knees and made a ring of flowers to lean against each other, were very similar.

Rim rim squeaks as he blows his tampon cotton wool and flies.

"The color of my eyes is different, but Nina and Claudia have blonde hair and a somewhat similar vibe. The character is wearing it."

Stop saying that you're wearing it or something.

But I got the same opinions as Rimrim.

Naturally, just a short distance from those two, Raste, who is too clumsy to let the flowers disintegrate and disperse without becoming rings, is currently me.

"I like it... I hate it... I hate it," he began as he pinched the white Margaret petal with his finger and pulled it out, until he fell in love with it.

I walk over to Raste like that.

The red-haired boy cried eyes at the result of pinching the last petal and saying, "I like, hate..."

"Ugh... Nina hated me. Ooh"

Weak. This demon king is too weak. I slapped Ruste softly.

"What if you've never had much of a fight with your sisters?

"Yes, once in a while, but Nina always forgave me at the end."

Looks like the power balance between the sisters was sister heavy. No, naturally. In her first contact with me, Stella, the Demon King, pleaded with her life for "Don't just lay your hands on my sister," which is now an old story.

Ruste roughed up his breathing.

"It's kind of like Claudia and Nina look good on you, and it's weird. My chest hurts so much when I look at you two. It's hard. I don't know what to do."

This is serious. No matter how high priests are, healing magic can sometimes not treat or cure them.

I gently stroked Ruste's red hair.

"Don't worry, you're the only sister Nina has in this world. Be confident."

"But... Nina's a punk, isn't she? I've never seen Nina like that before."

"Okay, Mr. Stella? Nina is also gradually climbing the adult stairs. Didn't Stella herself have a time when you wanted to rebel against your father or mother?

Do you have any idea what my question is, Ruste stopped crying perfectly.

"Ah... there might be..."

"For Nina, Stella is her only family. You're Nina's real sister, whether you can show your face and be honest or selfish."

Stella's breathing began to calm down.

"Oh. Right. That's right. Yeah...... thanks Seiklid. I'm your sister, so Nina can be selfish."

Fast switching, mysterious confidence and positivity are all Stella's beauty.

"Yeah, you're right...... and I just want to say, I'm your brother now, but la (...) s (...) te (...) ku (...) n (...)"

This one smiles nicely, and Ruste says, "Nooo! A lot of sayings!," he said, returning to his boyish tone.

and white horses hang from afar on such meadows.

Riding was a young man dressed in fine velour black court clothing, also bright with brocade embroidery.

About a little below me when I was old. Big blue eyes, blonde hair, somewhat but seemed just like Claudia.

Rimrim grumbles again.

"The character is wearing it again. What about pictorially?

So stop it.

Besides, even if parts have a common denominator, they have different genders in the first place, and it's not a good idea to judge people by their appearance, but from the look on their faces, the temperament seems to be completely different.

In contrast to soft Claudia's eyes, the youth had sharp eyes.

Stepping into the garden of grasshoppers to kick her with a horse, the young man looked down at Claudia from the horse.

"Damn, you were here, my youngest aunt."

Hiheen! And without a horse, I gave him my forefoot. No, this young man made me raise it. It was like intimidating.

Get up so Claudia can shelter Nina on her back.

"It's in front of the customer. Isn't that rude?"

The young man snorted as he touched the horse's neck and calmed him down.

"Hang on. What are you talking about? This way, royalty. Don't mix with the civilian folk... or even though my aunt is royal. A little unconscious?

I wonder if that tone is royal.

Check the young man's face once now. Like I've seen far-sighted at some ceremony, like I don't.

Claudia gives it back with a harsh look.

"Down the horse first, Margot."

"I refuse, aunt. So, you're ready to get rid of that tiny hall, aren't you?

Claudia turns away, as troubled, to the young man pointing to the lakeside lodge.

I finally remembered the name Margot. I see. I'm dealing with the thirteenth princess, looking from above, rather than respectfully. This can only be done by the same (...) king (...) tribe (...).

Claudia nodded softly with her hands on her chest.

"Yeah, that's..."

"Damn, how dare you be an aunt. Tsukasa, why do you have to come to such a fucking country? Father said Father too. Sometimes it's a waste of time to say hello to your aunt. You don't get anything in your life, do you? Seriously. I'm glad someone's using it properly."

The young man on the horse - Margot's gaze turned to me.

"And there's even a cleric. Auntie, are you hanging out with the church guys?

The princess's voice nodded and told the youth.

"It's rude. Master Seiklid is a fine high priest."

"Heh. You've never heard of him. That's him. Anyway, what a priest is a bitch (no) who makes money at a coronation and exploits it from adventurers, and I don't know if I'm royal enough to say hello to those people. My youngest aunt."

Uh, you're selling this guy. He is a young man who plucks cheap fights for royalty.

Nevertheless, if you misrespond to the royalty, it is obvious that it will be a hassle later.

I bowed my head softly. Raste in cleric clothes remained solidified next door.

"Hey. You with the red hair there, head...... not expensive?

Before I was dealt with, I held Ruste's head in my palm and let him bow down.

"Hey, why am I doing this to him!

The giant white horse looms upon the glistening Raste.

"Am I right now?"

Cold eyes pour down on Raste. Margot told.

"When did you turn to Margot, the eldest son of First Prince Sands, and say," He's like this? ”

The young man bit his lower lip hatefully with a whip pounding his horse's ass against Ruste.

Let's return this one only peacefully. Because either the Demon King or the Prince will be in trouble.

"I'm very sorry for your loss, Prince Margot. Please swing that whip at me. All the disrespect of those below, my education was poor, but it was late."

It is the custom of the kingdom that the prince's son also calls him a prince. Prince Margot loosened his mouth. It is filled with a once abusive delight, like a snake that hunts down its prey and produces tyrosis and tongues.

When I pulled the whip back and gently rhythmed with the palm of my hand to make a sound, Margot's target moved on to me.

"Heh. That's a good idea."

Ruste looks awesome next to me. I made sure Claudia covered Nina's eyes.

Margot humps up a whip for the horse.

"Well, then, you take responsibility for your men's misconduct..."

"Absolutely. But please wait."

I took off my jacket and let Ruste hold it. Plus finger the shirt button on your jacket.

Yes, if it's about whipping, it's not from above the clothes. It sounds unreasonable, but I'm literally no more comfortable here than taking my skin off.

I would spare no effort to expose this flesh if I had to take it off.

As soon as I took off my shirt and exposed my torso, my voice rose from Claudia, who was covering Nina's eyes with her palms and hiding them.

"Master Seiklid! Oh, Master Seiklid, Master Seiklid, Master Seiklid!

Relax, Princess Thirteenth. If this is the case, I should have opened my chest and tamed my chest muscles without sparing it earlier.

Margot freaked out at the scream of such a princess as if she was about to die somewhere gently.

"Wow, hey, what?

I open my arms and get stuck in Margot on the horse. He showed off his dancing and steps in a crisp motion as it was, about four beats and four bars, and then at the end of the day, he kicked them in a rising Phoenix pose (one that gave him one leg and spread his arms out looking at his wings).

"Come on, beat me with that whip until you're satisfied. Don't hesitate."

I made every serious complaint.

Margot gently lowered the whip he shook up.

"What is it, this air? Seriously... uh, no. Because I don't have the hobby to think calmly and slap a man with a whip and rejoice. I'm really interested."

I kicked the horse's torso gently and Margot let it turn.

"Well, I told you, aunt. I'm going back to King's Landing."

I'm relieved of the royalty trying to walk away as it is. I was convinced I'd survived my predicament with the passion of death dancing.

"I don't think Nina is a good idea to scare everyone! Great people, be more decent!

Playable de facto! It is a Cuanina intrusion.

Nina, blindfolded by Claudia, raised her voice. If I had listened to the conversation even if I hadn't seen it, that would have been understandable and natural.

Oh, my God. Nina today is not always too aggressive.

It was not until shortly after Margot's white horse, which was about to be redeemed to the Wang capital, stopped perfectly.