Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

Sweetly wanting to eat your chocolate cake soon, her fiancée, who was royally watching for any other lousy messages, turned and twitched, and left, "Then I'll get you ready," she said.

It's cute again that you don't ask a samurai to go get it for yourself. Sit back in your chair loosely and deeply, all alone.

"My Eileen is really adorable."

"I've never seen a man use a ton of chocolate from another woman to raise his own stock, me"

It was Isaac, as assumed, who got involved.

This is my chance. I looked straight at them with my face up to talk properly.

"I respect you, Irene's precious arm. Same goes for everyone else."

"... that's all"

"But he also thinks people can live with one arm."

Silence fell on Irene's dear companions.

Reassemble your legs and poke your cheeks.

"Do you have any questions? I think I would be the king who listens to people."

"Yea, Ali Masen......"

"Right. Sometimes it's important for guys to talk to each other. Now I don't have to imitate Irene taking my chocolate."

"... I would like to say to Master Eileen"

"... as well"

"You can't tell Eileen. I'm the only one who can save her trauma."

Claude doesn't know what Valentine Irene did. All I know is the deep scratches Cedric put on and the discomfort when he declared the chocolate cake was handmade.

"Was my response to your satisfaction?

Each of the half-eyed Isaacs reacted to Claude's question. It's bitter laughter, it's giving up, it's sentimental, they're all reactions to thinking of Eileen.

Claude forgives that. It's courtesy because I'm the one at the top of her love.

Waiting one glance motionless, Isaac shrugged his shoulder and replied briefly.

"Perfect"

"Don't worry if I ask you to say that. Let's just say we work hard at this rate."

"What, I'm starting to worry about Iri..."

"Fool or Augusto, don't poke me in the neck. You're gonna die."

"Yeah, well, you can't touch the Untouched Demon King."

"... I have no idea what happened in the first place..."

"Oh, yeah. Walt, Kyle. Let me tell you something, the chocolate for you is buried in it."

Walt and Kyle, who were hissing together and talking, turn around. Augusto raised his voice.

"Fine! Me, I didn't even get out today... Oh, but neither did Zemes"

"I don't want it in the first place. I don't like sweets."

"It's so Iri's chocolate eating - why are you hitting me!?

"Do something extra in front of Master Claude......!

"You really don't know it's buried, Master Claude. I need you to stay if you keep it."

Walt looks up at the pile of gifts and complains. Kyle snapped his neck.

"How did you get to us in the first place?

"They used to see you with me. I was told by a white and black snack who was always with me."

"How dare you say so now, Master Claude? When these two walked enough to be eligible for Valentine's Day, better."

Walt and Kyle pull themselves back at Keith with a glance. Claude sighed.

"That's okay. Nothing. Miss him as much as Valentine. These two didn't receive it directly."

"Wait a minute. Ah, Master Claude! You don't want to give it to me, do you? Mine!?

"If I have received it, I just need to confirm it... and I can't thank you enough"

"What are you talking about? Women who target you without my permission are dismissed. [M] I'll sort out the women you follow."

Walt and Kyle collapsed from their knees on the spot. You sympathized, Zemes frowns and opens his mouth.

"I'm fine with being your favorite, but isn't that just too much interference?

"It's all right, Zemes, I'll make sure you don't fall in love with Eileen."

"I didn't tell you that story......!?

"Um... I don't have that, do I?

"... you are"

Claude narrowed his red eyes as he looked around and saw the anxious Augusto.

"... maybe I don't have to choose. I feel very feminine and struggling, even if I leave you alone"

"What!?

"Can you even predict a demon king?!?

Keith returned a bitter laugh in Donnie's sparkling eyes.

"There's no such thing, but something roughly hits me, my Lord's reckoning..."

"Me! What happens to me, Demon King, I want you to see it!

"You'll be fine, you'll be happy"

"Yay!

Donnie raises her hands and shakes. Belzevute laughed happily.

"Good for you, Donnie. There's no mistake in what the King says."

"Uh, so I thought I'd ask Odysan, too."

"All the rest, it's going to be roughly hard"

Funny how you look stunned when it's time.

(There's no way you'll be rewarded for thinking about it)

Serve one fiancée all the way.

Claude mouths a survey instead of sarcasm.

"By the way, the lady in distress is in an august order from the top"

"Why!? Why am I so up there!?

"Don't worry, it's about the future. Top of the list is Isaac."

"I didn't ask you. Don't make me ask you, because I don't believe you!!

"Ah my lord, my lord. That's it because the work will stop completely. All of you, don't worry so much."

Knock your hands off your pussy and Keith re-divides it. And I continued to laugh bitterly.

"Isn't that nice, and the lady in distress? I don't have any floating stories. I got chocolate this year for Eileen, but it's been years since I've had this... even Mr. Belzebute gets it at Lord Zte."

"? What are you saying? You have chocolate every year, too."

"Belle."

I controlled it, but it was late.

Keith, who is twice as smart about Claude and stronger than anyone else, slowly turns his gaze.

I turned away gently and rinsed the cold tea.

…… Lord? "

"The tea is cold, Keith"

"Dear Claude. You know I have to be honest with you, right?

I know, so I exhaled. Look closely into those eyes and say:

"You won't have a choice. If you get married, who's gonna take care of me?"

After the silence, the anger of his squire burned. Of course it was the escort who stood up.

"How much, how much, Lord Keith, let's not calm down! Lady Claude, apologize!

"I don't like it."

"A child! Oh no you miseducated me......!?

"The blade, please don't use the blade! We have to deal with it when it's pointed at us!

"There's a way to do it - hey, Odysan, I sympathize with you. Exactly..."

"... you're gonna be bald in there, that squire"

"Shall I make you some bald medicine, Quartz?"

Much brighter around Claude.

Two escorts desperately stopping the busted Keith, Zeems stunned by a grated Belzebute. Isaac and the others looking at this one with a frightened look at the august who is still depressed by the crushing with the woman.

And best of all.

"What the hell is all this fuss!? What did you do to the gap I was a little away from, Master Claude!

Eileen, the uppermost, rushes in. That's all Claude's lips were soft and corny.

Happiness is about these days.

"You don't have to worry, Eileen. Is there any more hope in return for White Day than that?

"Wha... I... that... whatever Lord Claude can give me..."

"You don't get a lot of color mess in this situation. Hey!

"What a White Day. Would you give me back my own Valentine. Hey you idiot!!

Something is stirring around her, but Claude promises to keep an eye on only her lovely fiancée.

Of course, I realize the confession agent she planted in the chocolate cake. I don't know why I did such an imitation, but I don't know myself anyway. But seriously, I need to be punished.

(Again, this is an ice mansion)

I'm sure White Day will be busy too - in many ways.