The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

It was about the late evening when the feast of Seung-chun was about to end naturally with the surge of sleepers, and the fire was about to extinguish.

I got up from Marutai, who was sitting, and went into the woods.

"Hey, come here"

I was freaked out when I was suddenly called out of the shadows of the woods.

There was no sound at all.

In addition to that, my eyes, which until earlier had seen a bright fire, can see nothing but darkness, even in the direction in which my voice spoke.

Even in the woods, he seems to be lurking by picking dark spots.

"Don't surprise me."

From the voice, I knew she was the woman of the king's sword.

"Sounds like you did well."

"If you need me, give me a minute. I stood up for a piss."

From the shadows, there were signs of frowning.

Come to think of it, this guy is also the kind of woman who lives in a women's society, so maybe he's not familiar with the culture of standing.

"Come on, I'm sorry."

"Oh."

I walked into the woods for about ten steps and started urinating vigorously at the roots of the proper trees.

I haven't been drinking, but I drank a lot of water to pretend.

When I cut it out, I cut it gently and cut it off.

Come back,

"It's done. What are you talking about?"

I said.

"Ha... it's the one with the shudder. How dare you have someone like me behind you?"

'Cause I'm not even a shy opponent.'

"Normally, you'd be nervous."

Did you hear the sound?

It's a little embarrassing.

"You're not the enemy."

I don't remember doing anything hostile to the Queen.

Allies - Well, they don't move as I say, so it's weird to say allies, but they're definitely not enemies.

As for my personal relationship, it's a weird story, but it's probably the most right thing to know.

"So far, no."

The woman of the king's sword said to provoke.

They want to create an atmosphere like... kukukuku... what happens tomorrow.

It's slipping.

"Early on, get to the point. Did Her Majesty say anything?"

"Come back one step ahead and report the results."

Reporting the results of the war?

Nothing, not as effective as I say.

I killed a lot of enemies, but that didn't make any strategic sense.

Even if I wanted to report it, I've killed a lot of people. I'm sorry I broke the bridge, but that's all I can say.

"I could have just given you a reason to leave."

Sure, I appreciate that.

I also cared a lot about the company mainly because I was away from Wangdu a lot.

It hurts to come here and have a week or so of your time crushed just to get back to work.

Plus, there was the leg thing.

Given the wounds, I'd like to get some real treatment early on and get some therapy.

I don't know if Her Majesty the Queen called me to care in anticipation of it, but it helps to be honest with you that I was given the reason of my royal life.

"Take Carol with you."

"Naturally."

"Well, fine."

The squad is doing more command, and we'll figure it out without Carol.

Besides, this place will be the domain of the Rube family.

For Lyao, it's his own territory that he knows on his own, and his parents should be able to accommodate him with something.

"Speaking of which,"

I remembered something I had to ask this guy.

"I'm guessing you're the ones who kept His Highness Terre"

"... though. As you can see, I told my people."

Ah.

Daimyo, it's about these guys, so I guess you said it in a bit of a covert rhetoric, just so you could figure it out.

It feels like this.

"You were the wrong person to tell. Not the type to chant poetry, that one."

Not everyone and he are familiar with the use of words.

Especially him.

"... from now on, let's be careful and even deposit a letter"

"Well, if you're protecting me, that's fine."

When I said that and waited for the next word, the silence just flowed.

I feel like a sign of intent that there will be no more talking around.

Apparently, I'm done with the real deal.

but Wang Sword opened his mouth to see if he wanted to have some more chat.

"The enemies you were dealing with... the Rube birds chased you around and fled home."

"Seems so. Do you have the names of your enemies' commanders?

…… No... "

I was wondering about the information, but I see you still have it.

Still, or I don't have that idea, so I guess I won't even look into it in the future.

Neither am I. I don't know, because I'm not infiltrating an enemy army with spies.

But such information is more readily available over time.

Over time, the information leaked from people's mouths spreads.

If the Crusades were to be over, it would be as much available via Albio Island.

"Now in the capital, many of them are desperate to water your victory with cold water."

He doesn't mind me watering down the conversation, he keeps talking about what he wants to talk about.

"Cold water? How?

"I don't know what I'm going to do with more refugees. That it wouldn't make sense to starve to death for that matter."

Ah.

It makes sense. I thought reflexively.

Even before this war began, the Kingdom of Siyarta was overpopulated by the influx.

A factor in the decline in the population would be the calculation of the slight decrease in the number of deaths among the reinforcements put out by Siyarta, but only to the extent of a real error.

Originally, the military population was less than 10% of the total population.

If you conscript and soldier all the men, half of the population is men, so you can pull out toddlers, boys, old people and make them soldiers in about 40% of the calculations, but if you do that, you lose the basis to support the army, and it won't be a war.

Because in a society where women, toddlers and boys are the only ones, they are the best they can eat.

From such a society, it is impossible to tell how to twist out large quantities of surplus produce, supported by a large army that drains large quantities of supplies every time it acts.

For example, when some settlement is also attacked by bandits, there is enough food in the pantry, so all the men fight with their weapons. In such a situation, it may be possible that 40% or 50% of the settlement population are combat personnel…, but it is difficult in normal wars involving marches.

Even if we assume that it was the total force that made up 10% of the entire population of Siyarta who went to reinforcements, and that 10% of them died in combat, the mortality ratio to the total population would still be 1 percent.

In fact, if it wasn't total strength that went out to reinforcements, I didn't step on 10% of them to death.

Probably about 0.2 percent or less.

In contrast, if the number of refugees were to increase, that would already be at a level where the population would increase by a few percent.

The guys with the cold water on them say, "You seem to have worked so hard. Come on, help me. What's the point?" That seems more convincing than certain.

"Nothing, I don't expect that much. I know it's not a welcome victory for everyone to raise their hands."

This guy has been telling this story because some of the witches' nests are like that, so prepare your mind in advance to not be disappointed.

Thank goodness he cared about the mind of the boy who floated in the victory.

"I hope..."

"Is that all we're talking about?

"Oh. You don't have to prep the eagle, do you?

"I'll do something."

"And if you don't seem to notice those there, from now on, you better watch out for the burglars"

"He's waiting for us to finish talking."

I don't know who it is, but I was aware of the one who came after me for standing up to piss.

I was wondering if there was anything to talk about, so I was suddenly surprised to hear voices flying from elsewhere.

I wasn't going to have trouble getting asked, and on the contrary, I was so worried about what I would do if the Wang Sword waved a confidential story.

Well, there's no way the King's Sword doesn't notice because I do.

"Well, let's just say we leave."

That being said, Wang Sword left the sound of treading on the casserole and dead leaves thin and apparently disappeared.

Still, you were kind of friendly today.

He may be relaxed by a paragraph, too.

"So, who is it?

When I said that, it was Lyao who came out of the shade of the burning lights.

I'm sorry.

Lyao said the bat looked bad.

"I hope you don't have a bad taste, but don't be too quick to help."

"... about what?

"I'm talking about the march from tomorrow. Do something with you and Myalo."

"Oh, you mean that. I know."

Nothing like that, just that, Lyao said.

"So, what happened?

You've been after me. I guess there's something to talk about.

No way, he came out with the intention of eavesdropping on the signs of the King's sword from the beginning.

"There was something I wanted to talk to you about. Ready?"

"I don't mind."

What are you talking about?

I kind of have a bad feeling about it.

"In short, did Lord Yuri get along well with Her Royal Highness the Princess?

………

Is that it?

I wonder why he found out.

"Why would you think that?"

And I asked honestly.

"Me, too, because I like to play with women one way or another. I felt the distance was somewhat closer this way since I got back with the reformation"

Seriously.

Player intuition is also an insult.

Even so, I wasn't flirting with Carol.

I'm not supposed to be saying it with certainty.

"I guess that's because we both made it through a harsh experience"

"It looked like the distance I layered my skin."

"A mistake. What more do you want me to say?"

It doesn't exist such as a recording device, so it's not worth so much for the quality, but what good is it to have it say out of my mouth?

Not saying that doesn't make me feel morally responsible.

At least, I don't feel responsible for being honest with Lyao.

It's not the same story as around Dora.

You know that with Lyao.

I don't know what my intentions are, so I just have to avoid making a clear statement.

"If that's the case, I'll take the other woman."

said Lyao.

"The other one?

I didn't know what to do, so I asked him back for the parrot.

"It's about Myalo."

Huh?

"What happened to Myalo?"

"I want that to be my wife"

Ah.

I wonder what that means.

"What, no way, you fell in love with Myallo?

Lyao, if you think about it, has been stuck with Myalo for a long time during this expedition.

Rather, Myalo was the secretarial position of Lyao.

At the same time, Myalo, as a spokesperson for my opinion, was also like a collar to put on Lyao in a way, but unless Lyao acted significantly against my will, he should have served Lyao as just a secretary.

Think normally, it's not strange to have a crappy relationship.

but as far as how it went, it didn't look like we were talking more than a work conversation.

Is that because it was before me?

"That's right. If that makes me my wife, I can never be more reliable."

Lyao affirmed.

I'm in love, I guess.

But from the tone of it, I didn't feel like I could lift it up.

I don't feel fluffy, like I'm putting it up in love.

Are you sure you're in love? This guy.

I want to go out with you because I like you, rather than have a subordinate and wife. It sounds like something like that.

"Either way, Myalo is not my property. It's not what you're gonna get."

"I know that. I just thought Lord Yuri was spitting first."

"As much as you dictate, you should like it. For me..."

Ah.

I don't like it.

"You have no right to stop doing that."

Rather than rights......

I don't deserve that.

It sounds silly to think about that, even though no one has decided, but thank God they think so themselves.

"Then don't hesitate"

Lyao bowed his head to thank the lady for what she had done.

"It's just that I'm not the same person who snatches those liquor store women."

"I know. Perhaps there are more women than Lord Yuri."

"That's not what I meant."

Besides my thoughts, my head was irritated.

It's not like anger is rolling.

It was just a little worm crawling through my head.

"Spoken voluntarily, but don't force yourself. If you use forceful manifolds…"

I thought about it a little bit.

If there was a man who pushed down and forced Myalo into our possession, what would he do?

Lyao waited for the words, not to be afraid.

"Don't think there's life."

I will kill you.

Again, I couldn't think of anything else.

"... hey, I know. I won't let you obey me."

With that said, Lyao turned his back on me, just saying that the conversation was over.

"Hey."

And on that back, I speak up.

"Hmm? What?"

And, Lyao, just wondering if he still needed to talk, turned his body half this way.

"When I tried my scalpel, I wanted it to be better than I thought?

"No... not far from it even if it doesn't hit me... but not so tastelessly dry. I hate annoying women. I don't care what you hold."

It hasn't been explained, but it seems to be Lyao's type of preference.

"That's good. Thin lines are flawed on balls."

"That skull will choose its users."

"What?"

Lyao returned his voice, like, I don't know what that means.

"I do not obey my boring husband, who rusts the blade, by mistake. I hope they admit it."

Myalo was just following my orders.

If I told you to do another job, you would naturally have interrupted your job and moved on to another job.

Lyao was not chosen by himself.

It was just given to me.

That's why Lyao thinks Myalo is a normal person.

You think that if you promise high pay or treatment, or throw up a comfortable oral complaint, and prepare a comfortable environment again, just like a woman in a city well or a knight, or a hired person, you'll be fascinated.

Myalo is different.

If I wanted to get a comfortable environment, I would have been more comfortable if I had inherited my parents' home.

of humans dumping it like garbage and painting it on blood, sweat and mud in a land like this...... Lyao doesn't understand the sensibilities that are significantly biased.

"I see. I'll give you a reference."

You understand or you don't, Lyao said.

"Right. Lai Lai"

When I said that, Lyao left.