Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

Because I wanted money.

The words shouted aggressively were too childish for excuses. But it's already started. I won't stop.

I wanted money, I served because I could do a good business. I sold him demons, it turned out to be good money, what a dumb demon king without even knowing he was being deceived by humans.

(- Please, be a demon and survive without leaving any feelings for me. If you can't grasp happiness as a human being, at least)

It's a life saved by you. Spend as much as you want.

Even if you were to kill me, I'm sure that's the right use of life.

"- Huh!?"

All of a sudden a bright white ceiling jumps into my awakened vision. No, I tried to remember that the ceiling in the room I lived in was thinner and more wooden - and I realized it.

That's the story of the previous room.

Keith's room, the demon king and squire of Crown Prince Claude Jeanne Hermeia, is in a painting of the restored ancient castle. Mainly when I had a fiancée, it did.

Get up and take the glasses that were placed by the bedside. I exhaled so much that I realized my back was stunning and sweating from sleep.

It was an unpleasant dream.

(I don't dream of Lord Claude killing me. not even on edge)

I wonder why I dreamed of that. I may be tired of running to the twist of the incident that has been the Ashmeil Kingdom in the past few days.

Get up, wash your face and body, and put your sleeves through your clothes. You have to keep your mind tight.

Today we welcome the Lord, who will return from the Kingdom of Ashmeil.

"Dear Keith! Master Keith, Master Claude is back!

"As I thought, you're over three hours ahead of schedule! Totally."

I thought I'd be back sooner than planned because I had a line of pitiful pleadings like my cheating husband who was kicked out of the house like 'I want to go home', 'I'm reflecting', 'I want to see the demons' faces' in reply to a letter saying don't come back. Keith is secretly satisfied that one of the escorts he has called - Kyle, too, has kept himself in good hands.

Walt likewise waited for himself when he went out into the hallway. Looks like we're both getting a grip on Claude's behavior.

"Are you picking up Mr. Elephas?"

"That's right. If he borrows the magic of Lord Claude, he can use whatever transfer magic he wants. Master Claude, they're coming home from the grand front entrance."

"If I let you play with the demons a little, you'll have to be intimate and let them go to the Imperial Castle. The Founding Festival is close, and the work is piling up. Please pass it on to Mr. Zeems, and we need to get a report to the Duke of Dorthrish's house."

Go outside with the schedule in your head. Looks like a nice day.

The morning sun is falling apart like a lie. This was the first time I had seen the demons in a long time, and when I thought it was because the Demon King was in a good mood - I heard an unfamiliar voice coming from the front entrance.

"That's the demon! Oh...... you really are full of demons here!

"Just go home now. The demons are threatening us."

"There is only one thing left, because the rest is the Holy King. I don't know what to do if you can send it to me and go home soon. Give me some tea, I'm ungrateful."

"If you'd untied me, I could have gone home on my own?

He doesn't hide his bitterness, and Claude is picking on him. There's no point in Walt and Kyle being pompous. Even Keith opens his eyes to surprise.

Even the demons are far-flung, because they are surprised.

"So, is this the sorcerer? Oh, those people won't be human either. What?"

"... with my escorts, my squire. Just go home to Ashmail."

"If you want to return it, you can try to transfer it, though you can!

"Master Claude."

Claude turned around all the time as he advanced thoughtfully. The look is strangely childish, and the hunch twitches and turns into expectations.

"Who is he?

"This is"

"For the king of the kingdom of Ashmeil. You say this is it?

"That's enough. What are you doing sneaking out of the palace?"

"If you don't get out, it's a tough visit feast. Why don't you and the rest of us just get chased around to work?"

A gorgeous man, whose golden hair was made clear to the morning sun, wraps his arms around him and indignates at the Demon King.

Holy King Baal Shah Ashmael. Holy power bearer, disabling even the Demon King's magic.

I see, and I want to laugh, and I take a deep breath.

Besides, I promised you I'd show you Castle Demon King.

"I don't remember making that promise. And I saw it, so go home as soon as you can."

"- Everyone, listen carefully. Let's get you some tea and sweets first."

To Keith's voice, Claude frowned. Lift your glasses once and skip the order as you glimpse what comes behind your eyes.

"I'm a friend of Lord Claude's! I thought you'd never make it, Mr. Claude's friend! Don't let them get away with it, without the coarse phase! Mr. Walt and Mr. Kyle will show you to your rooms, and Mr. Elephas will ask you to prepare for them."

"Yes! I get it. Now!

"Who's my friend! No, what do you mean you can never do it before that, Keith...!

"Isn't it the truth? Good, there's more! As your first friend! He just showed up! Come on, come on, welcome abundantly!

"Yeah, come on in! I'll show you!

"Wait, why are you treating me like a guest of honor...!?"

Does Claude, who is stunned, not realize his habit of calling the person he perceived as his own 'you'? When I laughed small, I told him I didn't have to serve tea to a guy like this. I can't possibly be so rude.

I know today is just the tip of my mouth at a sunny time, but it's a bad roundtrip.

Once again, the Lord took possession of what he had given up.

So that dream must be a past that's gone by now.