Demon Lord Wants to Laze

The next day.

A lord came, with the alias "Demon King of the Toyota Forest".

It's not on the schedule. It's a surprise visit.

At times like this, it mostly comes with bad news.

"Chris, we're going on a trip for a while. I'll take care of your absence."

I got a hunch.

I am not surprised because it happens a few times a year.

But......

Again, you couldn't have taken me!

This time it seems to be an archipelago of the South.

I hear there are delicious fruits there, which can't be counted anymore.

Nice - South.

Nice - rare fruit!

I wonder what that tastes like?

Tastes like you know?

Tastes you don't know?

Is it sour?

Amy?

There's a lot of seeds and stuff!

But that's where it tastes best -...

Ahhhhhhh!

I want some.

I'd love some fresh fruit.

I want some rare, not dry. Ooh!

Ooh!

- Dong dong.

"Dear Chris! Rapid alert from Master Arden!

"Never mind, come on in."

It was the young clerk who brought the news.

You haven't been in office long, and you still have young children on your face.

He said frankly, making his mouth strong with nervousness.

"A thief has appeared in the south of the register. At about 300 of them, we are launching an attack on a nearby village!

"Okay. Tell Arden to sort the cavalry 100 and wait outside the gate."

"Hi. Immediately!

I say bad news, I say the emergence of thieves, and today is going to be a troublesome day.

We need to at least have a good meal on a day like this.

Having rendezvoused with Arden, I immediately headed to the site.

It's a day's ride away.

I also listened to the details on the move because it was a matter of urgency.

"They say the village is closing the gates and managing to stop the intrusion. But they're also amateurs in battle, and it's not weird whenever the defensive line collapses."

"Well, you haven't done any damage yet. That's good news."

"You, come on, leave me alone when you go to the battlefield."

I guess what he's talking about is this "Confectionery Tower Passion Edition".

It's a pile of raw cream, sticking cookies around, and sprinkling seasonal fruit everywhere.

The crew have questioned 'why not collapse', but that is the lack of training.

"Arden, I want to be with confectionery wherever I may be. Not to lose sight of yourself."

"We're going to kill each other now. Not if you're eating."

"Do you tell butterflies not to fly on the battlefield?" You tell the fish not to swim?

"No, I'm not telling you."

That's what I'm talking about.

"What are you talking about?

Out of the blue, the march is smooth.

A good cavalry is a good horse too.

I had planned to arrive the next morning, but I might be able to wear it unknown.

I was counting on stiff cookies, cheeky.