The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Episode 157: An Act in the Great Auditorium

Lord Yuri, we have a visitor.

During the banquet, the staff of the college came and said so and called in.

Probably the Howe guy I called.

"Please don't go."

Drunk ex-members say strange things.

"Probably a company person. Because you know more about hiring than I do."

Take a seat while I say so.

I don't hate the banquet atmosphere, but as for me not drinking, I didn't feel somewhat alienated.

It's also a pain in the ass to pretend to drink because you are frequently exaggerated.

I think I'm going to slip out like this already.

"Chairman Yuri, don't be too presumptuous"

The man at the company I knew seemed a little grumpy.

Probably clapping in the mood for being called in at work, too.

"Excuse me. Excuse me. But they can read and write, and they're decent people, so they're user-friendly, right?

"That may be the case... but some of them must be children of high nobility. If you're hired by the public, it's from the bottom end, right? I work with my common boss poking me in the head. What will you do if you get in trouble? They're in combat training at the cavalry over there, aren't they? What do you do when you're out of blood?"

"Explain to him now that your boss is a common man. If your pride seems high, fine. If you can't, you can fire me on probation."

"Ha ha... I can't believe even though it's multiplied by two hundred people"

"288, but not more than a hundred, actually. I don't know why I want to keep soldiers."

"You don't..."

The company man walked toward the hall complaining of bumps.

I'm a little worried, but I like it when you complain to me without being afraid.

Yuri-kun.

Oops.

From the cad in the dim hallway illuminated by the light of the lamp, Myalo came out on the fudge.

Surprised. They were hiding and asking how it was going.

"Myalo, duh, what's wrong?"

"I need to talk to you for a second. Do you mind now?

"Oh, I just wanted to talk to you too... fine"

"Oh, here's a little"

"Do you want to go somewhere else, then? Right...... follow me"

I took Myalo and walked out to the auditorium.

It's a little far, but I think that's the best place.

"Um, where to?

As I walked, Myalo asked.

"It's the auditorium. I think it's locked."

"What do you think? You don't usually close it, do you?"

The grand auditorium, like a university lecture room, often leaves the keys open because there's just a long desk and a long chair lined up in a sloped hall, with almost nothing to steal.

"But why the big auditorium?

"Because it's wide, I can't hear a guy outside listening"

"It's not that hard to hear."

"Just in case."

And so I got to the grand auditorium.

I borrowed one of the lamps on the wall and when I opened the door and walked in, it was dark indoors.

He walked with his feet lit, sat in the seat in front of the lecture, and placed the lamp on the long desk.

Myalo sits beside him.

Not across the street, but in the shape of a side-by-side line.

This is a little hard to talk about.

It was something I could tell if I thought about it, but should I have made it another room?

"That was a mistake of choice. Might as well have been in another room."

"No, this one's easier to talk to"

"... right"

I wonder what we have to talk about.

I can imagine, but I also didn't want to hear it.

"When Yuri-kun went home one step ahead, that was about Mr. Lyao, wasn't it?"

I came straight in.

"Oh, yeah"

"They wanted me to socialize on the premise of marriage."

"... right"

Well, you will.

"For me, it bothered me a lot. I didn't know Yuri's intentions. I was wondering if maybe Carol had started neglecting me."

...... uhh.

"That's not true. What did Lyao..."

"Um, I don't know if you noticed, but I'm angry"

Myalo blocked my words with a flat voice.

"Ah... it is"

"Yes, it is."

I didn't think you were angry.

It would be better not to make excuses.

Yuri-kun doesn't know what's in her mind.

"Maybe."

"Yuri-kun, so you may have thought it was a mistake to talk to someone else about Carol, but I wanted you to say no properly."

"Yeah...... yeah? Myalo is my woman, don't get your hands on her...... was it better like that?

"Ah... well, yes"

Was that the right answer......

Yep...

I don't know...... I never thought of it then.

But it may not have meant anything to me to be complacent.

"So I thought Yuri might be neglecting me, so I agreed to socialize."

"Yes... what, did you agree?

"Yes."

Oh, really?

........................ uhh.

"Well, I'm like only Yuri knows men, so I was wondering if Mr. Lyao would be good if I treated him differently. Look, I thought you might be neglected."

That's persistent......

I wonder how hungry you are...

"So you're talking on the road, listening to Mr. Lyao's stepped in outlook, etc... so he arrived in Mittal right away and was introduced like a pardon by Master Kien and his wife. Dressed and invited to a sumptuous dinner…"

Mittal is the capital of the Rube family.

It's a short walk down the street from the river, so you'll have arrived in a day or two, even with refugees.

"It all went well. It was sudden, so I didn't get Mr. Lyao's roots in time, but when I was put through to a special guest room, the maids came and washed my body and made me change clothes... I wore that dress for a really long time. When I was invited to dinner, with Lord Kien and his wife, with Mr. Lyao's brother and sister, we talked about the journey, about the rube territory, etc., and Mr. Lyao said things like socialization was going well as a pardon... not that he was disgusted, but you were all good, the men were homelike and energetic, the women stood up as monstrous men... thank goodness, it was a very good family"

What a happy home.

We're similar, but I guess the Rube family is a lot bigger.

"When I did, I felt distracted by the pretense, and I thought something was different."

That's what I said. Myallo's voice color was kind of a drain.

"It was all in my imagination. Being invited to dinner, being welcomed… nothing, not even the content of the conversation, betrays expectations as one thing. When I married this house, I imagined this life would go on forever... and when the food that was supposed to be delicious tasted like sand like a novel I was tired of reading, I laughed as I did"

I don't see Myalo's face.

Because they sit side by side.

I couldn't wait to see what you look like right now.

But I felt that doing it was like peeking into a secret thought, and I ended up just looking at a thinly blurred illuminated lecture.

"I didn't hate it. When we got married, it felt different."

I didn't hate it, it would be true.

However, the place was not Myalo's place to live.

It's like a seawater fish thrown into freshwater, and I guess I wasn't familiar with it.

"If you've noticed, from now on, you just have to live the life that suits you"

"What kind of life suits me...... I can't be the star, like Yuri. Or I can't live a mediocre way as a woman. Witches don't fit the sex either. It makes me feel like I can't do anything."

Something tells me Myalo was lost.

Even if I'm lost, I'm not at a loss as to which way to make the choice A or B.

It's just a way to get lost in the woods.

It's common for teenagers, but from me knowing Myalo well, it's not very Myalous.

Myalo knew his taste from the beginning and had moved for his taste.

That's what I'm saying, like, taking the trouble of finding myself by now.

The order is clear.

Has something happened that would have cracked at the root of my identity?

I have too much on my mind.

It's 99% my fault.

"Here."

I pulled the knife out of my hips and placed it in the vicinity of Goton and the lamp.

The belly of a polished knife mirrors the flame of the lamp.

"That's the one I was using on the expedition. Pretty classy of a treasure knife handed down to the Howe family. Now I've killed many, but when I slaughtered the meat, I didn't even feel the response."

"Heh... that's a good knife"

Myalo looked at the short knife with interest.

What do you think this guy said, "I can't do it as a knife?” No, no, if you say that, we're in trouble. "

I gently pinched the short knife pattern and stabbed my cuttoe at my desk with a light momentum like poking my desk with a pen.

The cutting-edge of the short knife sank in response, even a stick stabbed in the swamp, unusually deep.

"I need this one better. I wish I had one knife at home."

Even when I let go of my hand, the dagger remained standing.

Yuri's not a cook.

"That's right. So stop marrying the cook, too. What a waste."

I was relieved to hear that Lyao couldn't make it.

I don't like myself thinking that.

At the same time, the identity of something like a mild sense of loss that I had felt since I returned was clear.