Makai Hongi

What was in the tent was a boy who looked like he was fifteen or so years old.

He is low and has hazelnut-colored eyes on chestnut-colored hair.

She had a white, neutral face and a good fit on her head.

"Are you the commander of the Nehyol army?"

"That's right. What about you?"

"Down the gourden by the top, I became the new troop leader, called the Goran."

I feel like I haven't used a salute in the demon world in a long time.

If your opponent is the Legion Leader, you should be right about this.

"You?... Yeah, you do have the power of dominance flowing through me. Did that really bring down the gooden? Hey, you're not here. Nice to meet you!"

He smiled and welcomed me after he was impressed with his crisp and well-moving eyes towards me.

"Nice to meet you"

Reminds me of the courtesy I cultivated for my boss during my Lehman years, and I bowed my head deeply.

I'm not going to overstep my Legion Leader opponent here. You should just keep it adult.

"Courtesy, but you're unusual. Not for the Auga."

The rating was low.

(I see, a little reflection. I'm an Auga, and I'd better be more like that)

Definitely, but this is not modern Japan.

When you show what a virtue of humility is, it becomes difficult.

If you humble yourself, you can lick it, and if you take half a step back, you take two steps.

In the seventeen years I grew up in the demonic world, I thought you understood that so much as you didn't like it.

If we want to make things easier, we just have to be strong.

Otherwise, he'll be targeted for life.

I should have known, but was your subordinate attitude awkward from the start?

Even though they are usually superiors, should they have felt the difference in power by hitting one?

I guess we'll have some friendly relations later.

I should have gotten out a little stronger. Later festival though.

The captain of the Nehyol army did not notice my patrol and walked away without looking behind him, "Well, follow me because I'm starting a meeting," he said.

Naturally, I follow.

"Well, what an Auga tribe joins the meeting today. Everybody applaud."

As soon as he entered the back of the tent, the commander of the Nehyol army says cheerfully.

Of course there's no clapping back.

A frightened gaze just flew across.

"Then we'll start the meeting, and Golan will have a seat."

Commander of the Legion of Nehyol sitting in a first class fine chair.

As for me... I stayed standing.

I don't have a chair to sit in.

(Is this a rookie bully?

If this is elementary school, I'll cry out because I can't believe you didn't call me and get a seat.

You can stand here laughing and poking vaguely like a Japanese, but then you can probably lick it for the rest of your life.

It seems awful, but there's not a single thing you can do to get licked by your opponent in the demonic world.

Besides, I'm already a troop leader now. When I get licked, everyone in my crew gets in trouble.

I looked at the four of them sitting in their seats.

These four should be the same troop leaders as me. I mean, colleagues, they're peers.

While the Goblins are two, the Flying Eagles and the Wise Wolves are one.

(Five of you let me in. Looks like the strongest of these...... the Werewolves)

In the demonic realm, you somehow know the strength of the opponent.

That's because you're taking magic vegetables into your body, and you judge the approximate strength by the amount.

"Hey dog, get out of the way. Keep the beast round and round."

The wise werewolf man pointed a sharp look at me. Obviously angry.

If you're selling fights, even if you think about it later, the strongest opponent is better.

I don't do anything inefficient selling fights sequentially from below.

"Is that a word against the eagle? I'm young."

The Wise Wolf troop leader turned to me with an awesome voice.

"Jizzy, are you deaf? Get out of there before I laugh."

"Why does the Lord laugh?"

"You can't help laughing if the dog bastard stays on the chair. Get out of the way, dog!

When I kicked the back of the chair, the Werewolves landed on the table in a flicker.

"It's less than half the amount of magic in the eagle, so I thought I'd give it a big shot, but I can't forgive you anymore."

"Dog, that's on the table. This is where you are."

I pointed down to the ground.

"Don't regret it, kid!

Is that it? I'm motivated by something. Did I incite you too much?

I tried my best not to be licked, but thanks, I haven't grabbed anything called just the right conversation yet.

I think it's time for someone to stop...... is there anyone who might want to come in between?

"Lobos, let's not. You're in trouble when you're off the front."

Oh, here I come. That's right, Legion Leader, I know between them.

"Dear Nehyol, the amount of magic that this guy has taken in is no more than half the amount of eagle. There's no reason to lose."

"Right. He - Goran's amount of magic is less than anyone else in here."

Am I inferior to the Goblins in this?

For some reason, in my case, you can't properly determine the amount of magic they hold.

By and large, I understand. It would be easy, for example, if it were as big as this Werewolf clan.

"Then why are you stopping? Nehyo-sama's army is not worthy of such an arrogant man."

"Hey, Lobos. You said there's no reason to lose right now, but he's the same squad leader as everyone else here."

"I came to the meeting with Nokonoko, so I guess so."

"I think why he's become a troop leader"

"That, of course, must be because Gooden died in today's battle. Master Nehyol promoted you."

"Yeah. I just met him for the first time. He said he was overwhelmed."

……

The eyes of the Werewolves were wide open.

I wonder how surprised you are. He looked at me a lot faster.

Are you so surprised? He's opening his mouth.