Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

"Master Frey. Ladies, let me explain what we're going to do, so please return to the mansion for once."

In an instant, Rosé turned to us, returning from her tone as a childhood tame to her tone as a samurai.

"From now on? You still got something?

"Yes, your battle. I have a story to tell you about the first hand in that war."

"First hand...... ok. I'll ask the rest when I get home. Guys, let's go."

"Okay."

"As you say."

"Copy that!"

"Yes!"

"Yeah......"

When he told the five of them so, each sent a different reply and walked out of the room with an unmistakable foothold.

"... is it okay for you to do what you're supposed to do?

Me and Rosé, and only the Demon King, ask towards his Lord before the throne left behind.

"Well, there's generally no difference. No way... I missed it so much, but I didn't expect it. You didn't say anything to me, so I didn't know you were going anywhere... Shit... you fucked up, man..."

The Demon King returns with an invincible look, but in a slightly obstinate tone.

Maybe you feel like your daughter has been taken?

"We'll take care of it later, and you'll just have to hang around in that chair until it's all over."

"Ha! Kid said it a dozen years ago! But... well, if that's what you're gonna say, let me do that for now, or try my best."

"Oh, I'll kill them instead of you."

Look closely into the eyes of the Demon King and clearly declare so.

That's it, I'm not lost anymore, and I'm not stopping.

"Then you're not selling oil forever, and you should just go. I won't be expecting you here."

While the Demon King says so, he does the trick of paying with a firm back of his hand.

"Rose, I think that's what's going on, so let's go too."

"Yes."

Turn your back on the Demon King and you two walk the opposite journey when you come.

There is no more seriousness in revenge, which has always been the only one.

"Frey! Rosie! Come on, come on, come on!

Near the entrance door, Sun is calling us as he waves loudly.

"Well, let's start the counterattack and go..."

"Yes."

Rosé walks next door responds to that word, which she whined to as solitary to no one.

So far they've done it good, but not from here on out.

I'll stick my sword in their throats in the not-too-distant future.

So I consolidated my resolve and speeded up the pace of walking to rendezvous with the five waiting ahead.

"A kid... you're leaving your parents' hands in no time..."

Hazar, who dropped his hips deeply on the throne, speaks to himself as he intrudes into complex emotions such as the feeling of helplessness in his heart that he could do nothing more, the loneliness with which his daughter left her hand.

The sons of the only men I called friends, and the (...) daughters (...) of six (...) people (...).

Dropping off that back, which went on a difficult journey on my behalf, I follow up on another promise that I have never spoken to anyone I have ever met in this place.

"Hey, Hazar. You, you don't make kids?

"Ah? You're a kid?

It was the only conversation I ever had with a man I called my friend.

'That's right. Kids are good! Especially my own kids!

"What a kid, what do you want..."

'No, no, for example... we'll work hard today for this child and the world he lives in! It's so good that you make me care!

'Ha, that's just so sweet. Anyway, I'm not a kid.'

'What are you talking about?' Cause you got so many beautiful daughters-in-law, you're gonna waste them and you're gonna hit a bee. '

"You're a jerk. Kids can be tricky and hard... '

'That's good, isn't it? A child who separated blood from a woman she loved. Don't you see the joy of watching that grow... at all... Besides, from your standpoint, I thought you needed inheritance, too?

"Ah, shit... I can't even talk to you. I want to say something similar to old people... Give me a break... '

'Don't say that. He said you'd know when you were actually born!

"I don't know. I don't know."

'No, you know... yes! I've come up with something good!

"Ah? Good thing? It's not a busy thing to think of...?

'Well, if you don't like the hassle of asking without saying so, why don't you let my son take care of your child?

"Ah? To my son...?

'That's right. Well, my son's still young, so it'll be a story after he grows up quite a bit. If that were possible, wouldn't it be exactly a symbol of reconciliation between mankind and the devil tribe?

"I knew it... it's not always Loc. Don't be a jerk..."

"Well, I have to keep my word for about one thing..."

That's too frivolous to say promise, just a light mouthed exchange.

But for Hazar, who couldn't keep another big promise, it was the only promise he made to his remaining friends, and the biggest reason for the decision to appoint Frey as his own daughters' educator.

"Ah, shit... you're tired because you talk too much without even being in the pattern..."

By the time Hazar, who had returned from the pursuit, grumbled so, the seven men had already been nowhere to be seen.

"Phew... no..."

A small yawn as Hazar re-sits shallow so that he can rest his tired body.

From underneath the slightly uneven garment is slightly exposed the glowing scars that continue to erode its body.

Still today, just after the Demon King abominably looks down at that scar that is powerless himself, a light, quiet footsteps echo like wild beasts from the darkness behind it.

"Are you creating a dying atmosphere?"

And Lino, a beastly samurai with peachy body hair with a light mouth, appeared out of the darkness into the sight of the Demon King in exactly the same way that the sisters had come out earlier.

"I don't know... who you think you are..."

"Shh, I think I can even kill Hazar now ~. Revenge then, can I?

"It's not as bad as getting killed."

"Is it true? Looks like this is weak again for that matter ~?"

"Asshole, I've decided not to die until I see my grandson's face."

That's what a man once told me that a child was just so hard on Lino with an invincible grin.

"That would be nice ~. But when it comes to grandchildren ~... naturally, you need a son-in-law... then it seems that there is only one candidate ~... Then that person will be called 'Father-in-law'. Nishishishi"

Says Lino with a prank grin.

"Shh, that sucks..."

I instantly understand who “that guy” is referring to, making a face like Hazar chewed up a bitter bug.

"Ha ha, I don't know if that guy deserves that much."

"Well, if I'm getting it all done... you can admit it for a little while..."

Hazar groans less than full against Lino, who laughs out loud.

"Oh, you're not being honest."

"Let's do it better than that. They're not the only ones I can count on."

"Forget it, your old body is off, and you can leave it to Lino later! Bye!

Lino said so, rushing in the direction in which the seven had left earlier in a light foothold.

The hindsight and footsteps soon disappear far away.

"Totally... and always this guy..."

Hazar, who was left alone this time between the thrones, behaves badly against the fact that the young men treated themselves as if they were old men.

But I felt the definitive growth of the next generation, and there was a sunny look on his face.