Nankoufuraku no Maoujou e Youkoso

I wonder if Mr. Ellie is audacious... unlike someone who has rules in him and is true to it. Such people often act out of common sense.

The same was true when I entered the room, and so was my exit.

"I'm done for! Atashi is staying at this inn, please contact me. Come on, you guys, let's go home!

"Ha, Master Ellie!

Four people in suits speak up beautifully.

Mr. Blacksuit, who was laying the carpet, removes the large piece of paper from his nostalgia and places it on the tabletop.

As it were, the five of them left.

"haha its funnier people than watching it in the video"

As I laugh in the back of my mask, two different gazes are pointed at me.

"Dear Lemegeton... Oh do you prefer women like that?

"No, no... that's not what I'm talking about"

Mr. Carmilla's mouth is distorted by the form of a grin. But I know. I'm not laughing because it's fun.

"More than that, not hiring is a decision to make on this occasion"

The demon looked bitter.

"Right. I'll tell Mr. Agarez about it."

She's just working with her, too. There are procedures and practices that have been determined.

Unlike others, there are no specific conditions for the people she seeks, so she won't find it hard to do either.

I was present at a meeting to gauge my feelings and the other Four Heavenly Kings seemed to have an understanding of the judgment of the staff for some reason.

I can't help but be confused.

I'm the one who took it personally, so I should explain it to my boss.

"Not... No, I understand. I shall focus on my progress. But what happened earlier..."

"I'll be careful. It wasn't a good idea for me to decide alone."

... I just think that if she said something about acceptances at a later date, Ellie would have gone home on the spot. You can't even judge me on this occasion.

According to common sense and procedures, there is a talent for getting rid of them.

It's just a reckoning, but I was able to keep Ellie party company as a result.

I grab a little piece of paper with the name of the inn in my hand and serve it in my pocket. [M]

As I nodded, the demon turned his gaze to the door.

"Next, please"

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Ultimately, I'm only going to touch the people I wanted to fight with.

First of all, Mr. Meadow of Lamia. Twenty-three, female.

Lamia is a subhuman with the lower body of a snake. Mr. Meadow was white overall. The scales that cover the lower body, the skin of the upper body, and the long hair that stretches around the waist.

I don't know about the eyes, I don't know. Sometimes my forehead is long, and even if it isn't - because I was blindfolded by a bandage.

"Looks like they worked in the last three dungeons to see your resume, but now what?

"Oh my God, I'm so fired..."

"Why is that?

"Huh... since you hired me, fewer adventurers have posted videos..."

The attack failed because her 'stunt' was too overwhelming. If you can't expose yourself to something like that, the adventurer will bother with the video. Then the opportunity to let the public know about the dungeon was lost, and the guests' feet were far away.

The hard part. You should compete at all costs, but it is up to the adventurer to decide whether to distribute the video.

It is the mind of people that they do not want to release footage that will become less popular in popular commerce.

In her case in particular, she is not capable of winning or losing at the end of a fierce battle......

The kind of power that settles for meetups.

"Do you think it will not be repeated at this Demon King's Castle?

"Well, I don't know."

"Then why did you apply this time?

"Here... I thought it was okay to defeat [the brave]."

In an ordinary dungeon, her abilities are beyond her control.

But here it is, in the impenetrable Castle of the Demon King. If it is a coincidental demonic realm that is not tied to a particular demon, would it not be a problem for Lamia to defeat [the brave]?

Wouldn't an adventurer be fired if you weren't there to post offensive footage?

Is that what you thought?

"Exactly"

Hire! I wanted to scream, but I'll just keep it.

Her lips quivered and it eventually drew an arc.

"Good......"

Her sigh of relief is too real.

It was very impressive.

◇

"Are you good at this? Hehe, I'm good at singing songs ~"

"No, not like that"

A woman with a single horn with spiral muscles from the center of her forehead.

I am not a demon. According to him, the blood of the unicorn is mixed with the ancestors.

They can come and go with the human condition and the horseman state like a werewolf, and in both cases the horns will remain?

People who draw blood from multiple races are not uncommon in modern times.

Mr. Shea. Twenty-four. Light, purple pigmented hair flows fluffy to the shoulders, and eyes of the same color are narrowed and barely visible in the form of a grin.

I often try to hold my cheeks with my hands, but I can wrist each time, so my forearm is shaking when it hits my chest, which is full.

That's fine, but every time it's like Mira smashing her tongue... it's her fault, yeah.

"? I'm best at singing ~. That's all I can do about it, like crushing trees, smashing rocks, making friends with Mr. Subbeast because I'm [a tutor] ~"

"You wanted to hear that. It's a great ability."

"Is it true ~. I'm glad ~"

"[Tutor] Then there was recruitment on the first level, why are you here?

That's when Mr. Shea's eyes opened.

"It feels best to sing after winning"

Three people float their hips, except for Mr. Demon.

I was struck by her fighting spirit and reflexively took a combat stance.

I thought you were a gentleman, a warrior.

"I was attracted to simple and lovely phrases ~"

To Shea smiling again, there is no hegemony until a moment ago.

"Someone willing to beat the brave". It would mean that this word caught my heart strongly.

Yeah, I thought it was a failure, but I guess this was a good thing because some of you took it well with Ellie and the others, Meadow and Shea.

[Brave] is special. In a squarely grand one-stroke, if you don't have a demon or [demon king], you won't be opponent. Or the same [brave man]?

Defeating it with the location, traps, and teamwork of the floor in charge is a monster.

Few people can have the feeling that they can defeat [the brave], even by themselves. That's not a bad thing at all.

But there are no people in my group anyway. So suddenly you can hold dozens of people and control them well?

It's not like advising an already finished floor. It is difficult to assemble from scratch and devise measures so that everyone can live. Otherwise, the challenge is piling up.

Sometimes about helpers. This time, I wanted to be only a few elite.

I was serious about the short phrase and waiting for someone to come this far.

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The last one is a 27-year-old man. Mr. Lars from Minotaur.

"... no job history has been stated since the age of fifteen, but this?

……

Mr. Lars leans down and answers nothing.

"Twelve years, what?

…………

He holds his fist on his lap. There is no answer.

"This Demon King's Castle is said to be difficult to defeat. How do you think it will help you defend yourself?

"……………………"

His body trembles in small pieces. Be ashamed.

- I don't know if you're good at talking to people.

"[Position (Job)] was [Black Demon Instructor]."

When I asked, he trembled and snorted after a few decades.

"You can take as long as you want to answer. If you have a hard voice, prepare paper and a pen."

"………………………………………………"

"Right. Well trained magic organs, what kind of workouts?

Then we exchanged words over time.

When he was fifteen, he was expelled from the dungeon where he worked at the time.

Unlike adventurers, demons are a race, not a [position (job)] pushed forward.

He was a [black demon mentor], but he was hired because of the minotaur he seemed to be bent on. The person's hopes were not reflected, and what was sought was a flesh-bomb battle. If that doesn't work, they fired me.

Re-employment did not work.

But [Title (Job)] cannot be changed.

He kept building himself up for when he was working in the dungeon again one day.

It was a coincidence that I came up with that, he said.

He was trained to hang black magic on himself.

Oddly enough, it's the same thing I taught my master.

In Mr. Lars's case, he arrived on his own.

"Excellent"

Ms. Lars looked up to her surprise at the accidentally leaked words of praise.

Then he distorts his expression and leaks a whimper.

I had a master. [M] And my best friend who will believe me. He didn't like me, but he said he was one of us.

But Mr. Lars was denied and kicked out, alone for twelve years, and continued to train himself.

And today, he chose Castle of the Demon King for me.

I have no such luck.

That's how my people decided.