While Killing Slimes for 300 Years, I Became the MAX Level Unknowingly

The next day we put on our dresses and moved to the ceremony venue.

The ceremony venue was decorated with flowers as if nothing had happened, even though there was that intense battle a day ago.

Apart from us, there are ordinary people who don't seem to be demons. Apparently, you're a scholar to listen to from the side. It seems true that the Demon Nation is a ceremony that celebrates all sorts of people.

"I'm nervous, but harder to do than that..."

Yesterday, there were people in the venue who fought. Neither from either side, he greets "I'm sorry for yesterday" and "No, this way...".

So when I saw Belzebub and Varnia, I was a little relieved.

"No, I was wondering what would happen for a while"

"That's the line over here. It's the biggest pinch I've ever seen... I thought I'd never get bored with you, but I want you to give me a break."

Belzebub still looked shitty. Even from where the feathers are moving, you can see that.

"I thought I'd die too...... Instead, I was ready to die..."

Varnia also had a blue face unworthy of an honorable ceremony.

Next to it was another demon clan with a face similar to Varnia's.

"What about this one?

"This is Fatra from Leviathan. I'm the one you were riding with."

"Oh, thank you for taking care of that verse!

"I work as a staff member for this ceremony today. Personally, it's easier to fly in the sky. Look, don't you watch out for customer service? All you have to do is drive safely."

The feeling, I don't even know. Getting around in a company car to work is easy in itself, isn't it? If you don't have a boss, you can chat, or you can drop by the convenience store for sweets.

"So thank you for today. Here's a drink to the ceremony."

Fatra has been recommending a glass with alcohol. Perhaps this area is universal in common.

Lycra took the glass next to me. It's just that Varnia broke in on the way.

"Uh... if you get unconscious back and forth when you get drunk, or if you don't like alcohol, please use water..."

Obviously Varnia's gaze was pouring on Halkara.

"Ok...... I will also weigh myself…"

If Halkara is careful, she will carry it without any problems. The Pecora Stun case is an unlucky accident.

Falpha and Sharsha, too.

Slime apparently doesn't like the breakdown of alcohol. It's easy to understand in a way because it's consistent with what it looks like.

"When it comes to the Demonic Ceremony, I wondered what it was like, but it's quite sophisticated, Dear Azsa"

Lycra was looking around the venue with an atmosphere of lady.

"Well, Lycra's used to ceremonies."

"Yeah. There's no big difference from a dragon ceremony. It will end without any trouble."

Lycra, I hope you don't because that would be a flag......

- And there the soldiers said, "The demon king's nah-nah!" He raised his voice.

He appeared on the upper stage where the pecora was a little higher.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being so busy today. This is Provato Pecora Ariace, the Demon King. Quickly, but I would like to award the Demonic Praises in turn. First of all, you're in the magic department. Enhanced Defenses Significantly raised the level of magic, Mr. Mantoya."

Someone named Wizard came out and gave him something like a medal from Pecora.

That's common sense around here, too.

"Next, you're in the nature department. Mr. Norale successfully cultivated a blue rose."

The next thing that came up was an old man with an expression about why he was supposed to be called here. I can easily imagine that all of a sudden the Demons told me to come because I would give them a praise.

After that, awards for various departments continued. Maybe it's due to Pecora's character, but the ceremony feels rough and I can't get my shoulders together.

"So you're in the peace department next. The witch of the plateau, Mr. Azsa, go ahead."

Get the applause, I'm out in front of the stage. It was a lot of trouble just to receive this medal.

"Mr. Azsa is"

But there Pecora laughed mischievously.

"Actually, it's not just Mr. Azsa."

Hmm? I wonder what that means.

"Mr. Azsa stopped the years of fighting between the Red Dragon and the Blue Dragon, but because of this, I would also like to commend the Dragon"

Pecora's gaze turns to Lycra.

"What? Me too...?

Lycra pointing to her own face. There comes the applause, and Lycra has to climb the stage.

"Oh well. This isn't a very good hobby."

Indeed, without Lycra's cooperation, we could not have stopped the war.

But you're still worried about me laughing like Pecora's up to it...

"You've come to Mr. Lycra in the Red Dragon. Plus another one, Mr. Flattorte from the Blue Dragon!

"" What!?

Me and Lycra joined forces.

A girl with horns and a dragon tail grows opens the door and comes in.

Definitely, it's a human form of flattorte.

"Mr. Flattorte will also put the Blue Dragon together and be careful not to have another fight. I thought we should be awarded the same way."

"You like to surprise people."

Flattorte also comes to the altar with a snack. Alongside Lycra, I knew I was going to stay. That's the same for Lycra though.

"Hih, long time no see... Lycra..."

"Right...... I'm glad we're not going to face each other in a place of protest..."

"Then I'll give you one compliment at a time ~"

Where I would medal in turn, Kokola was cluttered.

"Now you've proven that the dragons are going to do it peacefully with each other. If you want to rekindle the war, I will consider you to have painted my face, the Demon King, with mud, thank you."

grinned Pecora.

Oh, or the idea of nailing it so that there will never be a dispute this way?

"Wow, I know... I'm here... because the Blue Dragon does nothing..."

Flattorte was quite sifted. Even dragons scare demon kings, don't they?