That night, Kuku and I met again, and I hugged each other.

"Well done! That was amazing! You were so cheering!

"Thank you! I can't believe I'm this good..."

Kuk was crying and laughing, too.

"Thanks to all of you for everything. I don't know how to thank you..."

"What? You know what to say when you do that."

I say as I recall Kuk's stage.

"Thank you, right?

The stifling kukuk said, "Thank you! I said," I hugged him again, so I touched around the back of my Usa ear okay.

That day, I had one of the castle rooms turned into a launching room in the favor of Belzebub. More and more food is brought to the room. You can say it's a big banquet.

Kuku's expression is clear. It's obvious because I got the job done safely.

"Quickly, requests for appearances have arrived from people from the theater who were watching today. Kuku, this is the list I've been writing down."

I can't really read it in Devil's language, but I kind of figured out a ton of work was coming.

"This... isn't the amount of work you can live in this castle town...?

Kuk looked at the list and was taken lightly. So far, there's hardly ever been anything called a job request.

"I guess so. Well, you lived in the king's capital of man, so you can adjust the amount of work while trying to see if you can do it in the king's capital for a while. I'll lend you Wyvern for the trip, so you can't have both."

"Good for you, Kuk. I'm not a seller at once! The Demons took it easy on me!

Still, Kuk didn't seem to be honestly happy without a real feeling. There's so much going on that I can say it's a dramatic change, can't you do that too? It's the biggest ascent in Kuku's music life.

The banquet went on as it was. In a nasty mood all along, Harkara was already drunk, and Farfa and Sharsha are either tired or asleep.

Varnia, who was laughing at Halkara, who was drunk, also got drunk fifteen minutes later. My sister Fartra was frustrated that she was "incapable of learning......"

Frattorte barely drank alcohol in it, and he didn't even talk to Kuku.

I care about my whole family, so of course I was up to consciousness. But I don't know how to step in, so I just have to see how it goes.

Unlike the rest of my family, I think there's something in Flattorte this time. Otherwise, there would have been a reaction either enjoying it more or sparing a goodbye.

I was wondering if it was time for the banquet. Flattorte Kukuk at the time of the meeting said, "Lute, can I borrow you?," he asked.

"Yes, go ahead"

It is an important commercial tool, but Kuk admitted it. A long time, Flattorte had a strange face, and it doesn't seem like he'd do anything extra with the drunken momentum.

"Do you sing a farewell song?" Lycra asks. Was Lycra concerned about Flattorte as the same dragon?

"It's a little different," Frattorte said, standing right in front of Kuk.

"One song, give. Not a very good song, though."

And I started pulling in the lute...

"" Uh-oh, ruin, ruin, ruin! Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. "

This is the original Scifanoia song!

But when Flattorte does it, it sounds more flavorful because he sings better than Scifanoia. I don't know about that.

Kuk opened his mouth and eyes wide and seemed to be bathing the sound decently.

"Scifanoia! You've been singing so distracting as Scifanoia. Well, I don't think I can sell it like this, but I still came here believing you were right, so you just have to go back if you want to. Never think about a permanent seal! You're not smart enough to keep up with the fashion in the world!

Flattorte's loud voice echoes in the room.

"Even this flattorte is living here now, wrong, wrong. There's no right answer, but as long as we don't stop, it's not a complete failure either! So sing whatever you want!

And Flattorte offers Lute to Kuk.

Kuk takes it, like a hug all the time.

"After all, it's a master and a disciple"

Lycra and then Belzebub were nodding next to me snapping softly.

"Some words can be conveyed to the disciple because the master has made a mistake"

Lycra was also watching the two of them with a tremendous smile.

Flattorte's fully grown, too. People can change by meeting a lot of people.

"You can be proud of yourself for making a place like this. Because this kind of reaction didn't even happen if you didn't have any sauce."

With that said, Belzebub poured alcohol into my glass.

"I hope you don't put so much alcohol in this because it's strong"

"The Demon King's stage at the Music Festival tomorrow will be fine at night."

Oh, you have to see Pecora leave as a national guest.

"What do you do? Fired pine lights, but do you list them? Or do you state something like a closing phrase?

Belzebub laughed bitterly and said, "You'll see..." Toothless.

There's still something about this... There's no way that demon king would do anything...