Tilea’s Worries

It's a welcome party to rent out the venue at the Evil Gods Army today. Legion members are being chased up and down in preparation.

Welcome, Demon King's Army...

Previously, Edim and Orr went to diplomacy under the Demon King's Army as envoys. So now came the Messenger of Return from the Demon King's Army. The size of the envoy is around ten. The representative seems to be a man named Xanza, the Six Demons General.

I'm out again, General Six Demons. But now he just doesn't come to complain like Mr. Killer or Garm. He's a circle buddy who's made a connection. We need to get along.

In order to entertain Mr. Zanza along the way, he rents an aristocratic hall on West Avenue for a party venue. At first I thought I should hold it in the underground empire of the Evil Gods Army, but Drewas, below you, the executives opposed me. They can't let their enemies know where they're based.

Well, nominally, it's hostile to the Demon King's Army, and you claim so. I also thought about it a lot. I don't like it when I make a dong chang noise in the secret villa of the Orr family and something breaks or disappears, and I think I got the information right.

It's big here, and it's clean. Enough to entertain.

Okay, well, the legions seem to be busy with butterflies, and should I help them with something, too?

What shall we do...

All right. Sure looks like Mr. Zanza and the others have already arrived in a separate room, and I'll make you some tea and take it.

When I enter a room that looks like a hot water room in the venue, I search for tea leaves. I opened the cupboard and found Masmatek's tea leaves. It is a luxury tea leaf that the aristocrats supposedly use well. It's pricey enough to make my eyes pop at the end price. You're amazed at the financial strength of the Orr family, which keeps such tea leaves unlocked.

Basically, I'm getting permission from Ol to use everything here freely. Plus, everything in the world is mine, so I don't need permission. That's all they said. Fine tea leaves, but there will be no problem with using them.

I did not hesitate to put the end price un million gold tea leaves in the pot. Contains a lot of air and pours with boiling hot water. At this time, the point is to gently spin the leaves with a spoon and pour the thickness evenly to the last drop. The scent of well-timed Masmatek leaves tickles the nasal cavity. It's a different professional move than an amateur. Speaking of greed, I would have smelled the best if the water I used was already softwater.

When I put eighty-five teas and baked tea treats on the tray myself, I head to the modem where Mr. Zanza and the others are.

As we go to the armoury, the number of legions swells up. Twenty or thirty people are waiting in the left and right aisles, and legions are hitting the outpost everywhere.

What is this? It's too much. I didn't bring the murderer in escort, and his security is too tight.

Moving in the mood of the legions, I ran into my father, Eddie. Eddie, my father seems busy giving instructions to the rest of his family. Instructions include "Do it, two more at the back of the stairs" or "The security on the north side is thin"...

You, even the president's security SP!

But I have no choice. Because Eddie, my father is seriously looking to go under the realm of the Evil Gods because of the side effects of becoming a vampire. Even a party like this can be serious. Ex-military is just amazing. The atmosphere is tingling. It's bad to interrupt, isn't it?

"Hey, I'm sorry"

That's what I say, Eddie. I try to pass by my father's side,

"Dear Tyrea,"

Eddie, my father stopped me.

Ha, again...

Eddie, my father tells me novels every time since he became a vampire. "Act more like a monarch!" Shut up. I'm not as disgusted as Jeje is, but I'm persistent anyway.

"Edim's father, I'll hear the sermon later."

"Dear Tyrea, I have said this many times..."

"Yes, yes, I know. It's a monarchy line, isn't it?"

Damn, I made tea because it felt good. It will get cold though. Anyway, let's talk appropriately to satisfy Father Eddie.

When I cough up one thing with Gohon, I finger my father, Eddie.

And

"Marano, if I'd been out of my way. I'm in a hurry for the rest."

"Phew. Just kidding me like that again..."

Apparently, I didn't like the monarch line I thought about. I've tried to say it queenly, can't I? Then let's try it in the words you say.

I do the trick as if I had a fan in my mouth.

And

"Mazuro is in a hurry. Get out of the way and I'll tell you."

"... it's already here. I'll be more specific about your language later."

"Yeah, another time. Then get out of the way."

"Please wait. What are you trying to do?

"Look. Don't you get it? I brought tea for you from the Demon King's army."

Listen to my words and sigh heavily, Eddie Father. That's a lot these days. Don't just get hurt if you get sighed in front of me again and again like this.

"Dear Tyrea, I have said this over and over again!

"Okay. He said he knew."

"Where is it! The Head of State himself will make tea and so on... to any world, such an unparalleled outrage since history! Ha, ha, ha."

"Well, well. Edim's father, calm down. Because you don't have to think that hard. The Evil Gods are an unparalleled, at-home army."

"This bah...... and excuse me. Dear Tyrea, the Demon King's Army is the largest of virtual enemies, even though they are allied. Even in this diplomatic war, we have a prestige. Monarch's, your every move will involve all phases. Do you understand?

"Okay. Okay. I understand. You're the Admiral."

"Though you must be the Admiral! At this point, I'll tell you what. Lord Tyrea's words and deeds -"

No, Eddie, my father's in sermon mode. It's a long time when this happens. Sermons like torture last for an hour or two.

Oh, forget it. Let someone else take the tea.

I tell Mr. Zanza and the others to take the tea and hand the tray over to the legions who were by my side. Legionnaires said "thank you" and headed straight to Zanza's holding room.

Now we've got business. Eddie, my father is preaching, but I'm going home.

"Edim's father. Enough is enough. Well, then, that's the thing."

"Please Wait"

"Ugh, I don't have any more business..."

"Dear Tyrea, I'd like to ask you something"

"Later if you're preaching already."

"It's not a sermon. Before I do, I want to make sure."

"What?

"It's a meeting with Zanza. You're gonna be okay, aren't you?

"Yeah. I can say hello. Don't be ridiculous."

"Now, may I ask what they will, I'm afraid, talk about?

"No, so I said, 'How is Mr. Hidler? There's nothing to talk about, like," You've been getting warmer lately, "or" Kawahagi is in a yummy season. "I'll take care of it. I'm still good at customer service."

"Phew, should I say it's good to hear it? Dear Tyrea, let's train with me from now on. I will teach you Iloha as a monarch until the meeting."

That's what I'm saying, Eddie. My father tries to take me to a separate room.

Come on, the talks are the day after tomorrow. You're gonna preach for 48 hours! Asshole, it's not an election speech. Who would do such a mess!

"Stop, that's enough. The talks pass me. I'll leave the greeting to Tim. Tim's the governor, isn't he? Nothing. You don't need me to say hi, do you?

"Hmm. Right. Don't worry, Lady Camilla."

"Right. Then I'll go."

"Oh, wait! I'm not done talking to you yet!

I can hear my father from my back, but I ignore him. I'll leave the venue behind so I can escape.

I won't stick around. Let's move on to cooking.

When I tried to get to the exit of the venue,

"I still want Master Camilla..."

Hmm!? Camilla?

Legionnaires Ouhon and the others were telling rumors about Tim. I'm whispering to Hisohiso. Could he even be slapping you in the pussy? Daily, I can't forgive you if you say pussy in the back while admiring Lady Camilla and Lady Camilla. That's when I'll impose the Iron Fist sanction.

I hide in the shadows and listen to the Ouhons. He approached and hid until he could hear the conversation.

I can hear the Ouhons talking.

"Zanza doesn't seem to have given up what it looks like"

"Oh, when you arrived here, let me see Lady Camilla."

"I guess that's all you're obsessed with, Lady Camilla"

"Mm-hmm. Killer and Gulm runoff would have been contained if Zanza had been there, and you would have stopped it. No, we could have been killing each other within our people."

"If that were the case, the Demon King's Army would have disintegrated internally early and determined the heavens of the Evil Gods Army"

"Right. Sounds like Zanza's slow awakening was a disaster."

Translating the conversation between Ouhong and the others, it seems that Mr. Killer and Garm, who had come to complain to Tim before, would have stopped that Zanza, too. He woke up late and wasn't on the spot...

What's awakening? Did you catch a cold? Anyway, you had a fan of Six Demons stopping you from complaining to Tim.

Further conversations between Ouhon and the others ensue.

"Is Zanza willing to put it back more than with Master Camilla?

"Oh, originally Lady Camilla and Zanza are pardons. I was friendly even from the looks of it. This is how Zanza feels when she breaks up with her enemies and allies."

Oh, my God!

Forgiveness? He jumped out with no arrows in his deafening words.

Tell me what you know.

"" This is Dear Tyrea!

The Ouhons who noticed me soon fell on one knee and drooled their heads.

"It's okay to be frightened. Let me talk to you."

"" Ha ha ""

Then I heard more from Ouhon and the others. The guy named Zanza is Tim's childhood friend.

First, at this point, the scratch goes in. Who's Zanza? If Tim's childhood is familiar, it's weird that I don't know either. The town of Berga has a small community.

When Ouhong and the others were able to get into this part, he gave me a more detailed explanation.

Apparently, it was childhood taming thousands of years ago. Yeah, then you can't help it if I don't know. Thousands of years ago, I wasn't even born. I don't know that. Waha.

You're licking me! I'm asking you seriously!

I accidentally wanted Ouhon to eat Kaiser Kus, but I'll put up with it.

... Well, fine. I can't expect a decent return from these two sick patients. In the meantime, have them throw up what they know while translating the medium two languages.

And after some question-and-answer, I found out about the pardon. Apparently, Tim and Zanza decided to get engaged in their parents' home.

So when did you do it!

I already had more or less a prediction, but I put in a scratch. Then the answer returned is Dompisha. He said he was engaged thousands of years ago. Mamila, Tim's parent, has come out here too, Mamila, just a little bit in conversation with the legions. That Mamila and Zanza's parents arranged an engagement. The principals of the interactive McNancha and Zanza houses decided that the childhood friendly and caring guests were also convinced of each other's engagement?

Yes, yes, in short, a lover pattern from a previous life. It's too sticky and impressive the other way around.

No, you don't. It was before it was sealed by the gods. You're a little twisted with the lover pattern of your past life.

In the meantime, I know the truth. First, Zanza got to know Tim at a glance by the Demon King's Army. I don't know if he's vegetarian or computational here, but he created a medium background and approached Tim. At that time, I guess Tim and I bragged around saying, "Tim and I were lovers in our previous lives". That's the kind of gathering that likes to have a secondary festival, so we all fell for the story.

Circle approved couple. Zanza would have floated, too.

But Tim moved to Wang Du on his way to enroll in the School of Magic. And the festivities came to an end. Nonetheless, Zanza did not give up. Tim is super cute, and I know how he feels around there.

And then we had another chance in Zanza, where we were burning such sentiment. He used this Demon King's Army welcoming party to come back. To approach Tim again, to make him his lover.

Conclusion……

Zanza bastard, don't be alarmed. Confessions also have many methods. This guy used a coveted situation among the two patients.

Not good. Tim would be good for Zanza's confession right now. If I confess to a normal person like that, it's my fault. But this way of saying it works for middle-and-disease patients like Tim. Rather, the story would be excited to say, "You fought with me in the ancient battle," or, "If I destroy any country there, I'll marry you," or, "You struck thousands of heads in line with your anniversary.

I'll turn around and head straight to Zanza's depot.

"Dear Tyrea, what the hell is this time?

Eddie, my father stops at my progression with a strange face.

"Get out of the way. I need to talk to Zanza."

"What can I do for you? It's not something the monarch moves lightly."

"Oh, shut up, shut up. It's important. It's about the kingdom of heaven!

"It's superimposed. I'd love to know what it is. It's just that. Use your men first, even if it is urgent. That's what it should look like as a monarch."

I can't talk to him anymore.

"Edim! Edim!

I call Edim out loud. Then Edim's family, who was beside him, contacted him or Edim flew out of the back of the aisle less than a minute after using the family talk network. Wow, that's faster than your phone.

"Dear Tyrea, I have come to the service at your behest"

"Edim, can I ask you a favor?

"Ha. Say what"

"This old man, do something!

"What!? What is that -"

"Hey, no, it has to be pretty. Will you take it? I really want to punish him for what he paid for, but for now, I just need him to give me boobs from the venue."

"Ha. Marano, come here!"

"Chi, wait a minute. Edim, don't flinch. I still have to run errands for Lord Tyrea."

Eddie, my father was uttering thoughtless words, but I don't care. Edim forced me to pull my father off the venue.

Phew, did you finally go?

I'm in the lobby where Zanza and the others are. When I walked into the depot, Tim and the man with the knife wound on his face were bickering.

That's him!

Some other people I don't know, but I'm sitting in a step-by-step manner with Tim and the others. I'm pretty sure that guy sitting directly opposite Tim is the messenger delegate in Zanza. She has a tough face, but the contents are a middle-and-disease patient of Mutzliskebe.

Oh, no! I'm sure you're talking delusional about your honeymoon life with Tim in your previous life. You must still be grabbing Tim's heart for cum.

"Zanza-hh!

I roared and ran to Zanza.