Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

"The source of the rumor is Marks Cowell."

"Then it's because of the noise at the school during this time."

Fenrill's child blinks at Eileen's feet. Claude creased between her brows.

"Marks? Who is it, Keith?"

"I heard rumors that I had beaten him up, but my lord said he didn't even remember. Exactly."

"... was there such a thing?

Anything, it was Claude himself who beat Marks up in front of Lilia on that occasion.

Oh, my God, I almost feel sorry for you.

The Demon King is ruthless, not even in sight.

Hon and Jasper coughed up deliberately.

"As a matter of fact, let's leave out the differences in perception. In chronological order, Lilia has received many threatening texts. You are not worthy of Master Cedric's fiancée, resign, or the one with a targeted promise. It's like a ritual of passage for a woman who will be the daughter-in-law of a prince."

"Right. But how is it that I'm the killer?

"Some of the blackmail texts are signed by Irene Lauren Dorthrish. Besides, the scented superior potty that your lady uses is delivered, and the real Cedric is making a scene."

Trying to laugh, the pain ran on my temples. Coming out in my head flashing is a sight in the game.

(Blackmail... yes, it was reaching the heroine. As a result, there was a kidnapping incident... and the game came up with a threatening sentence...)

He is the main perpetrator of the kidnapping and the villain warrant lady Irene Lauren Dorthrish who hopes to get back together with Cedric.

"... I'm not kidding. If I'm the killer, I'll send a threatening statement to Cedric that I'll kill him if I come near him again."

"Well, we can believe that, but the world doesn't. Especially for a nobleman with a handicap by Chancellor Dorthrish."

Is someone trying to fall for it? Just like the game.

But in the game, there must have been no Irene's signature on the blackmail. When I think of that childishness, I also feel like I can't say it's as good as the game.

"When the blackmail text arrived and Lilia-sama's personal security was tightened - and there was such blackmail, it was rumored that it was the work of the demons..."

"Oh, so I'm talking about demons."

Jasper sighed instead of nodding.

"The demonic work has not been properly investigated. I hear Lilia's crying scared, and Cedric's mad, and she's making a fool of herself, that way."

"Well, I can't believe you're scared when it comes to threatening sentences. I have received so many pieces that I have put them together and boiled water in the fire, right?

"I don't know about that either!

"Anyway, I don't have time. Let's start by staring at the killer and trapping him."

"You can call me a star."

"An intimidating sentence that can be delivered in a way that only seems to be the work of demons, with the eyes of tough protection. You promise the killer's inside, don't you?

Jasper put his head on Irene, who laughed invincibly.

"Isaac's home is the biggest contractor that deals with softwares for your lady. Please call Isaac later. And... Almond, can you hear me? If you heard me, you wouldn't come out. Of course I'll give you the reward."

"Nanda!"

Jasper pulls himself away a little to the demon that jumped out of the shadow stretched out onto the terrace. A crow with a butterfly tie stepped down on the terrace railing. Keith squeaks like it's complicated.

"You can use it this way, this shadow..."

"Work! Yaritai! Easy! Reward, Apple Pie!

"I'll put some cake on you, too. It's my job to bring home the royal castle garbage."

"Easy! Len Cyril!

"No."

The opposite is Claude. Naturally, almonds flirt lightly.

"Work, no dah! Cut!"

"Garbage from the royal castle - I just need you to take the paperwork home. No danger."

"But it will be in the eyes of a servant who discards garbage. There could be a trap."

"- Dear Claude. I've been meaning to say this for a long time, but it spoils the demons too much."

"Outside the bond, I can't handle it. It's natural."

"Locked up because it's dangerous out of the junction, what do you say will solve it? Parents who say it's dangerous and don't teach their children how to use the blade are just idiots. You should also let the demons be wise. You can't protect everything by yourself."

I approach Claude's face all the way from the bottom. Claude was faceless, but slipped back slightly.

"Almond, what about you? You want to try your job? Don't you want to?

"Me, Demon King, no orders, Ichiban."

"That wasn't an order. It's just a restraint."

Move your eyes around like almonds with the same name. He seemed to be thinking about something, and he hastily went between Claude and Irene.

Eventually, Claude exhaled like he had lost his roots.

"... whatever you want. However, you must return as soon as you think it's dangerous. This is an order."

Kokuri and almonds shake their necks vertically with butterfly ties on them. And Claude turned his cold eyes to Eileen.

"If anything happens, neither this castle nor the forest will allow human entry or exit again"

"I will beat the man who did something before that. I love almonds, too. - What is it, everyone, that face?"

Claude aside, she is in love with opening her beak to the almond of the moment. Jasper put his arms together and put his beret back on.

"I was wondering if it's because of my usual words and actions. It's hard to understand, my lady's love."

"At the point where you devote my precious time to your work, it's a lot of love, isn't it?

So Eileen ignored the faces of everyone who had said that.

"Almond. Master Claude is right, to run away as soon as he thinks it's dangerous. And be sure to act on more than one. Keep an eye on the garbage, take it home, they all need steps. I'll leave it up to you to decide who or what role to play in your people."

Me, Mel.

"That's right. You are the captain."

A blinking almond swept all over his body. If you think so, cleverly fold the feathers one way and dress in a numbing salute.

"Icer!"

"Oh. Where did you learn to salute me?"

"Isaac, listen to me! Kelley, copy!

There are a lot of mixed misunderstandings, but the point is, you probably liked this pose. Saluting with feathers and stretching his blocking chest is adorable and smiling, unlike demons.

Jasper also took a serious look and whistled.

"That's an air force ceremony salute. It's good. It's good. It's definitely Air Force if you take it to the Demon King."

"… then it is my commander's cousin who will not let his men die"

Claude turns to Irene in a bitter laugh. And asked quietly.

"Is there anything I can do?"

Everyone peels their eyes a little. Eileen also opened her eyes and solidified for a few seconds.

Only Claude drops his eyes under his feet.

"That's strange.... doesn't change my desire to make you cry."

"Please don't change there!

"Sometimes I want to spoil you everywhere and waste you"

So why is the dialogue supposed to be sweet going in a suspicious direction?

(Where did the lonely demon king setup go?!?)

With one whisper, I hope you don't turn a clear midday into a fallacious, slutty honeymoon. Astonished, Eileen shows a pulled laugh.

"Ooh, too much deflection... not everyone!?"

"I ran away at first sight."

Almonds aren't even there for Fenrill's kids. I feel sacrificed to the Demon King. Put your hands on your forehead, Eileen takes a deep breath.

(Let's just calm down, calm down... the important thing is that Mr. Claude is going to be able to do something about it! Here's one, let me accept your marriage -)

That's all I came up with, and I don't know why, but I couldn't say it.

I felt spoiled and wasted everywhere.

"So - at the night club, than any other lord... be cooler than Master Cedric and escort me"

It was such a dumb wish to think and think and come out. I want to hold my head after I say it.

(at least develop collagen or something! No, not that either!? Oh, Lord Claude. See, what are you talking about? You have eyes like this one!

I don't know, there are countless wishes, but that's all I could think of. Claude looks more distracted first when he wants to escape to embarrassment.

"You're really, really strong."

"Is...?

"I promise."

Claude, who kicked the terrace before asking what, went down to the ground.

Irene, thought of in the promised contents, pinches her late, hot cheeks with both hands.

- It was on the day of the night club, in the morning, that a set of dresses, shoes and accessories for the night club were placed on the pillow, to Eileen with the signature of Claude Jeanne Hermeia.