The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Episode 159: Dollar's Mantra

A month after returning to Sibyak.

The everyday thing was horrible, and when the school reopened, the tingling air that was originally dissipated like body odor by the guys back on the battlefield gradually loosened and normal life was returning.

At noon, when the morning practical skills were over, many students gathered in front of the dorm, regardless of the school year.

"What do you say? Can you move?"

When I say,

"Oh."

Dolla, with iron all over her body, rose out of her chair in giggly sardines.

Dolla is wearing Krah's sheet metal armor.

The one who bought the dust on the edge of the warehouse at the antiquity store for two hundred ruga has it processed in a blacksmith to match Dolla's body.

A hole in the position of the heart would be your love.

Giggy is saying it because the joint is not meshing well and the iron is rubbing.

It's a little play, so I had it hit as a practice bench for my apprentice jailer brother to save money, but anything could have been bad.

Giggy, it's all over.

By the way, there were vivid traces of rust floating in the armor that I hammered after heating in the furnace.

Dolla lets him gently walk two or three steps as he holds iron all over his body.

"Damn heavy"

Sounds heavy.

Except it's used and cursed, but it's a cheap one.

The one whose armor is corrugated, even with the same sheet metal armor, etc., has been devised to reduce the weight while keeping the defense intact, but this is not the case at all.

However, defense relies on iron meat thickness.

Doesn't he have more than 50 kg if he sucks?

"Well, let's try it"

I offered a wild wooden spear made of a hard stick.

It's the one Dolla's been using in practice lately, with straw wrapped around it earlier.

Why is the straw wrapped around it?

Needless to say, because trees as they are make you hurt.

There is a real fear of death rather than injury, so nobody wants to deal with Dora unless we do this.

Dolla takes the wooden spear and sets it up.

That made me feel so intimidated.

The thought of how you attacked this iron fortress comes back to life as soon as you once remembered it.

Me too, this one has a skinny wooden spear, I set it up.

Students gathered interested in this event were circled and surrounded, became tourists and made noise with gay people.

Opposite each other, pointing the spear tip at each other.

Dolla abruptly untied the stand and lowered the spear.

"No, I can't see you."

The heavy helmet Dolla is wearing just has a slit as thick as the tip of her pinky finger right in the eye.

I thought maybe it would be a little inconvenient... but he still didn't see it.

You don't see that, do you?

"Right. Can't you really do that?

I also asked once I lowered my spear.

"It doesn't look normal. It's not normal, it's heavy, and there's something wrong with what you think."

"But they're fighting with it. Can't you do that?"

I stirred it up a bit.

"... I'll do what I do."

Dolla puts up a spear again.

I put up my spear again, too.

Don, and he steps in and pokes at me.

As I stepped back and scuffed, I took another step, and now I poked around my hips.

I also lightly avoided that.

What Dolla did was a basic combination of poking, avoiding using Sweden for stabbing her upper body, and she gets poked there because her lower body remains.

Of course I can't afford to avoid it with my legs because it's a two-time poke of speed that won't go unnoticed.

Dolla's was shit slow.

Compared to the usual Dollar movement, it was enough to wonder if the fly would stop.

"Keep going."

Fine, he releases a poke at the inside of his elbow joint with a counterattack.

Dolla moved her elbow a little and played the poke with armor.

It's nasty.

No, but it's gonna be quite a practice.

Dolla shook her spear silently, I shunned and went into nostalgia, and now I tried to aim for her neck.

Now I reluctantly tried rolling the spear out of Slit's blind spot, but Dolla put her neck on her jaw to eliminate neck exposure, which also prevented her.

Dora's movements are generally very dull, but she is prevented from attacking with too little movement against this one.

"Interesting. Let's go on"

After about fifteen minutes, Dolla suddenly lowered her spear.

When he gave up the fight and turned his back on me on his own, he sat down at the larger chair he used when arming himself.

Unraveling his chin string rampantly and taking off his helmet, he was reddishing his sweaty face and making his breath so rough.

"Ha, ha, ha"

"Are you that tired"

Come closer and speak up.

I was just a little sweaty and I wasn't breathing very well.

"Ha, ha, to be grabbed, well, you know. Stupid."

It's so breathtaking.

Dolla never has a problem with the stamina, she's better than me for what she's putting out for day and night training, but I guess fifteen minutes makes this so tiring.

"I learned this one"

After all, sheet metal armor is troublesome.

Even this half garbage kind of armor handles the offense.

"Ha, shit, utter, crazy, ha, this, good. Furyan,"

"Maybe that's why I didn't sell it."

"Idiot, ha, first, ha, notice"

Like it was a practical exterior ornament from the beginning?

No, I have a hole in my chest, so I don't know.

I don't know what fancy pierced it, but the wearer must be dead.

Or maybe it was too heavy to move and it was terminated.

Even Dora is this zama, so I can easily imagine.

Big combines small, but not the other way around. When I bought it, it was small and didn't fit Dora's physique, so I had it spread out at the blacksmith.

This means that the original wearer would have been thinner than Dora.

"Isn't that good for practice? If this is the case, we'll be practicing together."

"This is not about swinging a spear."

"I'm fine. 'Cause he was shaking fine."

It was moving. It was moving.

It was kind of hard to get me on my knees, though.

"It will also be your workout. It will also be everyone's training. Two birds a stone."

How to fight when you make sheet metal armor an enemy can be a pretty meaningful workout.

We need precision, we need speed, because we have to snipe the steeple through the gap.

There's nothing wrong with trying.

"Ha, anyway, we're done for the day"

That's all Zeher said. The breath is back already.

Is this the physical monster?

"I guess I have plans"

"It was."

I have plans.

Very rare.

"What do we do? Do you want me to keep dressed?

"Are you stupid?"

Dora told me twice to be an idiot.

As I dressed and waited in the dorm living room, Dora showed up back from the room.

Was it a good idea to get hammered and sweaty in sheet metal armor, after a water bath in the well, it was refreshing and didn't smell like sweat.

Clothes, what a dress.

One step more formal than the abbreviated costume I'm wearing right now.

"... what's wrong with you"

"Even I have about one of these clothes"

Absolutely not.

"I guess I went back to my parents' house to get it. It's not my father's."

………

I don't have one word for tailoring a courtesy, either, but Dora's was a little crazy.

Speaking of fine courtesy, it's a courtesy, but I feel like I have extra cloth on my shoulders and chest, and my choices are weird in the first place.

It must be my father Galla's clothes first.

"... is this rude?"

Dolla was a bit sober.

"Yeah... nothing... I wish I could"

"... would be better than a uniform"

Dora said meticulously.

Dolla's uniform is treated especially badly, so it's not a good place to be.

It would be nice if the dirt was stained, but since it is discolored and there is even a connection to it everywhere, this is hardly different from ordinary clothing anymore.

"Right. I think it's good."

I stopped thinking.

Or, as far as I'm concerned, I have no idea why Dora as well as I was called, but Dora, who would normally push through with a uniform without worrying about clothes or anything else, didn't make sense either.

I feel uncomfortable that Gorilla suddenly wore clothes.

Since gorillas are wearing clothes, they should be praised first, and the indication that the clothes are like this would be incomplete.

"So let's go"

Come on, let's go, or I'll get out of the chair.

"Mr. Dolla?

So it was Myalo, who appeared in the living room at the lid.

"Is it time to leave?

"Oh, yeah"

Dolla turned around and turned back to Myalo.

When I saw Dolla's face, or what was up front, a fragrant grin disappeared from Myalo's face.

"Mr. Dora, those clothes are not good."

He frowned with a straight face and immediately affirmed so.

"... I knew it would be rude"

"No disrespect... uh, confirmation, but you're meeting His Highness Terre, aren't you?

"Yes."

Dolla answered.

"No... you know, that outfit is a bit"

Myalo seems to be doing well, too.

"Let me get this straight"

"It stinks of jiji. It's the clothes my uncle would wear."

Oh, I said it.

Yes, it is. Dora smells like her uncle wearing it.

When it comes to suits, it feels uncomfortable like a blue freshman wearing a wild double suit.

I hope Galla wears it, but it's not a good idea for Dora to wear it.

No, it's not a bad idea, but it's significantly out of line with the image.

"... Really? But time is running out..."

Has Dora enjoyed herself? She is stubborn without a shadow to see.

"That's right...... what shall we do? We have to do something."

Myalo put his hand on his chin and took it seriously.

I wonder what it is.

It's weird.

If we don't know why Dora cares about her clothes, we don't know why Myalo is showing weird obsession.

You don't care about Dora's clothes.

That's not a good idea if you're wearing exercise clothes, bread first, or armored martial arts outfits, but this is a formal enough outfit and there are no sardines to blame.

It's not rude just because it smells like jiji.

"Yuri-kun, don't you have clothes in the separate residence of the Howe family?

"Eh."

What, me?

"Come on...... I don't know. I wonder. Is it the right size?"

"Stop by the apartment and lend him some clothes. Please."

"What, to Dora? Clothes?"

"Yes. Can't you?

Oh, seriously?

Is that it?

I mean, why is Myalo burning so much?

It seems to be driven by a mysterious sense of purpose.