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

The next day, Lycra woke up early and apparently was training with Mr. Bussler. Don't get all worked up in the morning.

Then Farfa and Sharsha went to the library, respectively, and said they were reading books. The two of them may have fallen asleep during a meal.

The rest of the members slept to the point of being counted by sleepers, except for Rosalie, who never slept in the first place. Neither did I.

"It's finally happening, Mrs Tsubaki."

I opened my eyes and Rosalie was right in front of me, so I was a little frightened.

"Rosalie, you could have woken me up a little earlier..."

"Then Mr. Tsubaki said, 'I'm going to sleep until I wake up today'. I'll keep all your words."

Ugh, you haven't had too much alcohol in a long time...

Going to check on the other faces, Harkara slept while dressing or with her underwear rounded out. There are too many gaps, and vice versa.

Flattorte was falling out of bed in the first place.

Only Kuk slept straight up like he was dead. She can't move much because she has to sleep in such a way that she doesn't get her Usa ears involved.

I woke up and had a light meal for lunch in the morning.

At that time I was talking to Flattorte if Kuk did it. You really feel like a mentorship.

"You shouldn't take too much care of ancient ginseng fans. When only ancient ginseng is a pleasant space, new ones don't come in and decline. Fans go up in silence when they go up without reporting why they go up on purpose."

"Going up seems to mean quitting the fans.

"With a large number of fans from the early days, we can still do it for a while, but it's otch that we're going to do it with a big hack from previous years only just before the twitch and inactivity. We always need to take in new fans to revitalize them."

"It's helpful. Indeed, there are many groups of bards suspended in four or five years."

At this rate, I wonder if Kuk's relationship will continue wherever he goes.

Well, I wonder what will happen to the ritual of the last day of Demon King Pecora.

"This time you invited me to the music festival, and Kuku had a place to play. Mr. Pecora and Mr. Belzebub are good people."

Lycra said it looked fun, but I don't think it's that sweet.

"I am what Pecora is going to do. I feel full of anticipation, anxiety and anxiety. More anxiety. There's going to be something behind not coming to see me at all this time."

I have a bad feeling about this, and I get caught up in it.

"Sounds like an important event, and I'm sure you have a lot to do as Demon King"

Lycra, you may believe too much in people. That's a good place, too.

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Well, I can't help being too vigilant, and we went to the venue's grand arena.

I said he went, or he was taken by two Fatra and Varnia.

"Absolutely, Mr. Azsa will have the best seats to look at, so it's the devil's orders."

"No, I think I've been practicing a lot."

I was put on the carriage as it was. That's pretty much a convoy, this...

"What are you going to do, that kid...?

I asked the two of them in the same carriage.

"As a gesture of the Demon Nation, the Demon King is to perform a ritual of covenant with the Spirit of Music"

"The very way it's tied is highly liberal, but now the Demon King has the idea of entertaining the spirit of music and making it the price of a contract."

Like I know, like I don't...

They say the arena is super huge and can hold 50,000 people. With that guest seat buried, it's pretty rolling. The invisible citizens were also gathered outside.

In it we are seated in the inviting seat.

What the hell is going on...? At least it doesn't mean you're done doing something that's not formally entertaining......

Eventually, at night, when the darkness was getting deeper...

The lights lit up the special stage all the time.

What came out there was Pecora, the Demon King, wearing a more flashy pretentious dress than usual.

"Demon King!" "Demon King!" "Mao sama!" "Long live the Demon King!

A loud cheer arose from the venue. That's enough to make me want to block my ears!

"Yes, demon king! Music festival, was it fun -? I'll do the last tightening!

A magic item in which Pecora diffuses her voice - that is, screams at the virtual microphone.

And sing it out.

"Follow me with Kurayama, everyone."

Something Scifanoia Scary lyrics! But my voice feels sweet, so it's a little Merchant!

A chorus of wild voices was happening in the venue against Pecora's voice.

The Demons who can make more flames are making flames at the right time and coloring the venue.

"What if this is... Idol!?

"It's Darkness - It's Darkness - 24/7 - ♪ There's Darkness Where There's No Light ♪"

Pecora dances with ominous lyrics. Dance is fast.

When I noticed, Varnia, who was sitting nearby, also had like a big flower, shaking it. You fans!

Ask Furtra, who is watching without expression.

"Hey, what does this mean...?

"The Demon King thought about how he could efficiently assemble the national spirit, and he devised this kind of method. It also seems that young people who are not interested in old-fashioned events and such can be enthusiastic."

"When I was linguized that way, I felt like a good measure"

"It should be noted that the last music festival lasted all eight groups, five hours"

"Too long! And so much more comes out..."

Flattorte looked seriously at me again with a critic-like face, and, besides, even took some notes.

"Well, the idols in the performance system, you're orthodox among them."

The idol system means idol for sure.