Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

You can say that fashion belongs to the Duke's Lady - no, it's the pleasure of all women. I, of course, have even more fun if the material is good.

If that's my own fiancée, I can't help being too uptight and the sun goes down.

"Dear Claude, this. Try this on, too."

"Are you still wearing it..."

"'Cause if you're like Claude, it's nice to wear anything!

"Which one?"

"Hey, Demon King."

"Isn't that nice, get along"

"... it's been five hours. The demon king who endures is great."

"Demon King, you look great in whatever you wear. - Isn't that amazing?"

Naturally, he's a king.

"The castle is now packed thanks to the renovation, too, and I have to work hard"

"The Demon King has furniture and clothes in the first place, it's too much to have. I've got a few more, too, Ozisan."

The faces gathered by Eileen's decree are grinning bitterly as they work in the corner of the room.

Claude squeaks his fingers properly at the groom and the one Irene offers. Getting dressed is magical and instant.

The new clavat flickers and turns into a dark-blue set of outfits. Eileen snorted at her standout and how she looked more than that.

"I knew we'd make it this way. Traditional shapes are fine, but even cutting-edge fashions need to be kept!

"Right. By the way, if you're feeling better, it's time."

"Cloak! What shall we do with the cloak? You still need the crown prince, the majesty."

…… Didn't you just decide...?

"Oh, the color inside has changed, and I have to pick it again."

……

"Dear Claude, Fight"

Keith cheered from the corner of the room full of costumes. Eileen grins with a grin.

"Oh, we'll all meet later when Lord Claude decides."

"Eh."

"Oh, we can't leave the club, can we?

…… I'm glad I'm not a nobleman. Hey, Isaac. "

"I'm not leaving. I'm never leaving!

"I'd love to get out of here! What's going on in the castle?"

"It's normal, Donnie. I like that uniform."

"That's right hey...... sure Belzevute should stay in military uniform? What shall we do with Master Keith?"

"I don't care if you're normal!

"Master Claude looks great in earrings, doesn't he? Shall I make it the same red as my eyes? Hehe, now the maidens are cursed by Master Claude..."

Is that okay with you?

Irene held her fist to Claude, who asked in a frenzy.

"Of course! It was the first night club to be unveiled as a crown prince. This! Face! What are you going to do without showing off, Master Claude!

"Oh well."

"Hehe, I look forward to your faces falling down on Master Claude's beauty, Master Claude"

"I don't mean to upset you too much... well, I'm looking forward to it"

"Well, even Master Claude?

I thought you weren't too aggressive in public, but isn't it?

Claude smiled slightly at Irene with her neck clenched.

"A friend of mine wondered if he could."

It was not the ratio when the shock or thunder fell behind me three times in a row.

Not only Irene, but the surrounding faces are the same, and everyone is stopping the movement. It seemed like someone had brought tea, but still nobody moved.

In the meantime, Claude continues with a strangely detached voice.

"There will be people of near age at the nightclub"

……

I've never had a friend before.

………………

"It's been a long time since I've been in society. I want to meet someone I can call my friend."

……………………………………

With her breath killed, Eileen glances at each other with the rest of her crew.

This is a bad one if you point out the facts.

You're the Demon King, you're friends with the Demon King, and you're the Crown Prince.

Yet Belzevute nodded loudly.

"If the king wants me, I'll cooperate."

"Damn...... right!!!???"

"Dear Eileen, I'm turning my voice upside down! Calm down, my Lord. I dare you."

It was Keith who said so and moved. That's right, loyalist, it's time for humans to swallow and watch.

"Let's say hello first!

"From there!!

"Yes, no, but you're right, Isaac. I guess."

…… Greetings are important. "

"Oh, yeah. - I can't say hello to a socialite. - Don't let him fall for it!

"Greetings...... greetings. I see. Speaking of which, the night club has appeared out of the sky... and it was a failure. It's not a human thing, it's a demon king thing."

I don't know what to do, I don't know where to stick from.

Even a weird sweat comes up when my nasty fiancée is shaking her long eyelashes worryingly.

Just a pure, straight Belzevute dropped his shoulder.

"... is it painful for the king to be a demon king?

"That's not true, Belle. I just want a friend."

…… Look, if you're bad at this, it's not the wish of the world to perish. "

Claude looked up to see if he heard Isaac snapping or not.

"Irene."

"Ha!?

"You have a better social history, so I want you to tell me. Will you ever be aware of anything other than greetings, in making friends"

Seriously Claude talked about Irene in a hurry.

(If you make the wrong choice, it's the wish of the world's doomed system. This! So, but how do I make you give up)

Isaac struck Irene in the ear first as she let her eyes swim.

"Say it gently."

"But please tell them properly."

It's a round throw to the backpack. Jasper nods with a translated face.

"It's a staircase for adults to know the reality."

"Adults are tough worlds."

…… I know it's pathetic. "

Donnie and Quartz are saying whatever they want.

We're all going to push ourselves. Claude's fiancée is herself, so, naturally, though - but towards the eyes of that glittering puppy, such cruelty.

(No, you can't, Eileen. Because I'm my fiancée, I need to make sure...!

I can't do that to someone who tries to be an emperor, a friend or something. Not to mention the Demon King. I mean, I don't look like a friend can do it. I can't. I can't do what I think.

You should tell him that properly.

In Irene's eyes, so determined, Claude laughs as she fluttered and dusted the flowers.

"Thanks to you, I don't have to give up anything more human."

"Ah........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................ Make it!! Friends!!!!!!"

"" "" Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!???? "" "

I'm sure I'll sneer behind my screaming voice.

"Everybody, you got it. I'll have a friend for Master Claude!

"You're not going to prepare it, my friend!!

Luke takes himself seriously to Isaac, who stuck around thoughtfully.

"If Doni makes a doll out of his soul, he might be able to handle it..."

"but good luck to me!

"... there is talk that plants grow when they talk"

"I mean, my Lord's friend candidate is a doll or a plant."

Belzevute smiles at Keith, who is a long way away.

"What are you fussing about? It's what the king wants, darling."

"Irene."

Turn to Claude's call. My fiancée, who had lived holding back emotions as hard as she could, was, as usual, faceless.

But the wind blew gently from the terrace at night, and the flowers flowered in the vase reminded me of the platter.

"I'm really glad I made you my fiancée."

It's time to go home.

Irene snorts at words like sweet exhalation without knowing what she's being told. I heard my fingers squeal properly, and when I realized it, I was on the sleeping table in my room.

(... so that face is against the rules)

I stuck up with my bright white head as it was.

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"Master Claude, do you really want a friend?

Claude, who took his nightgown in his hand, turned to Keith's question as he was finishing his sleeping table.

"Do you want it?

…… Belle, come on, is this for real?

"The King is looking forward to it"

"No, you're not looking forward to having friends with that, are you?

"You shouldn't be shy. You should think more honestly. It would be fun to have friends."

Claude smiles thinly at the suspiciously full gaze thrown from behind her glasses.

"If you can."

"... Dear Eileen, pathetic"

"Keith, by the way"

"What about yes"

"I don't know how to wear it"

Keith dropped his shoulder disappointingly on Claude, who declared his nightgown in front of him.

"This Bong Bong Demon King.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. I'll specially train you to get dressed by yourself by the first night, because Eileen's going to scare you."

But don't you think it's a good idea to have them removed?

"I decided not to ask"

Belzevute, feeling the Demon King's sensation of cold, closes the terrace completely open.

The conversation of the chief could not be further, and the peaceful night went on as it was.

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