Labyrinth Restaurant

At this time, the demon king's appearance was rarely his usual apron appearance or his rough personal clothes.

I usually weave a black cloak with gold thread embroidery on top of the garment that is behind the tans without wearing it to Loc, and unlike usual, I dress like a demon king. It doesn't tighten subtly around the smell of insect repellent when you get close, but if you just say hello on the stage, there's no problem.

My hair, which is usually just fixing my sleeping habits at the very least, is what a rare thing to put together all-back, thanks to which the atmosphere is sharper though slightly more than usual. You have a sharp atmosphere like a famous knife… and you can barely say it.

After somehow enjoying about to blow my nosebleed, such as Alice, who saw the Rare Hair of the Demon King, I was pulling out the digital camera I was using when I was traveling and shooting it to the limit of my memory. I'm sure the printer in her room will be fully operational tonight.

Either way, if I had finished breakfast and gotten familiar, when would it have been the current start of the opening ceremony? The rapidly built venue is packed with large crowds and awaits the appearance of the Demon King now or now.

"Good luck, Demon King"

"Yeah, I'm coming, Alice"

Neither the Demon King nor Alice, in that position, can resist speaking in front of a large crowd in itself. Easily sent out, easily sent out.

Coming out of the stage sleeve onto the stage, the Demon King slowly walks to the center.

The Demon King's characteristics have been widely passed on to countries since last year's World Conference, but naturally the majority of people say this is the first time they have actually seen it. Little time had passed since rumors had spread that the Demon King would greet the opening meeting, but a large crowd had gathered to determine what it looked like.

The impression of leaking from among the crowd was generally favourable, thanks in part to the majesty ascended by the hairstyle and the outfit. A yellow cheer came from your group of ladies, and Alice's eyebrow angle behind the scenes rose unknowingly, but it was barely safe because she didn't show up for exercising her strength.

Walking slowly to the center of the altar, the Demon King glanced at the gathered crowd, then smiled niggardly to get used to his pussy and fingers.

Moments, the world has changed.

First, the sun disappeared, illuminating the earth until a moment earlier.

The world has closed to darkness.

The crowd that was floating in a festive mood can't hide its upset about this either.

but greetings are just the beginning.

In the dark, someone noticed that there was a point of light, like the tip of a needle.

The light of magic lit at the fingertips by the Demon King on the altar increased in size while shining in seven colors, scattered about the size of a volleyball, leaving no one's forehead in the gathering of countless shards of light, and it was not long before he felt pain and fear.

If you look at this sight from the side, some might have suspected the Demon King's distractions.

But the people who were ejected by the light have not suffered one scratch.

The light that ran through the crowd changed direction this time and headed to heaven in unison.

At this time, what people's consciousness was feeling was a meteor.

It has become a shooting star of its own, running endlessly through the black night sky.

At the same time, he looks up at his own manipulative meteor standing on earth.

The spirit was divided into heaven and earth, both of which were intoxicated by the sight in front of them.

Meteor colors vary as if they represent the individuality of each person.

Red, Blue, Yellow, Orange, Green, Blue, White, Peach...... very not countless.

Tens of thousands of colors of light will paint on the black canvas thoughtfully.

Light running in a straight line as if to do a speed comparison.

Light that spirals around one place.

Everyone just jumped around the sky all they wanted, and the supreme famous paintings were brilliantly painted and disappeared.

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Pattin.

Once again, when the Demon King rang his fingers, the people who were stars flying through the sky returned to their original bodies.

Soon the sun will be floating in the sky as it was originally.

The height of the day is not moving, so I guess the time it seemed like forever was actually just a few minutes away.

People are daydreaming about experiences that are too realistic to put into good language, and they are flabbergasted by the way they want to say something but can't talk about anything.

"Come on."

To such people, the Demon King speaks slowly.

"The festival is coming up"

Now even though I'm not even shouting, words stain me to sound deep into my soul.

"Let's have fun together"

The Devil King's greeting ended with just that one sentence.

But when the relaxed spirit of the crowd took more than ten seconds to understand what it meant, the applause, sporadically at first, gradually became a huge drink that just didn't crack.

People are either forcibly spiritually shaken recoil, laughing out loud in tears without even knowing what that means, raising wins like they do on the battlefield, singing and dancing and the noise just gets louder.

Soon the Demon King had disappeared from the stage, but you would never notice a crowd exalted to the extreme.

At the same time, stalls and attractions are open.

The voice of the call and the sound of the instrument playing rings out of nowhere, and runs from those who have returned to sanity to us and where we are looking for them.

Thus began the festival, which will last for the next week, amidst unparalleled chaos and frenzy.

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It should be noted that where was the demon king who disappeared from the altar unknowingly?

"Demon King, don't make a natural mutation at will!

"Sorry. Sorry."

And Alice was scolding me in the shadow of the stage.