The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Episode 021: Dormitory

"Where have you been, I've been looking for you"

Back at the venue, near my seat, Luke was looking for me.

"I'm sorry, someone kind of bothered me"

Still, oh, I didn't know you'd have the same level of oral quarrel with a girl about ten.

I think I fell to the point where I fell.

It's depressing.

"A troublemaker? Who is it? Are you a chivalry teacher or something?

"No, this is the girl I met today."

When I say that,

"What... you're fast too..."

and began to nibble.

"Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah.

Senior's advice?

Nevertheless, throw it away.

"What is it?"

"Anyway, you can't get your hands on it. As long as you don't show your hand, you'll be fine, but if you show your hand and throw it away, you'll be expelled."

What, are you out of school?

Uh-huh.

Worst of all, you think you're going to do it deliberately and get expelled?

Do you want me to stop because I'm about to get snapped crying by Suzuya?

"If you really want to do it, there's a familiar whorehouse in the Knight's Home. Don't worry, tell your senior students."

Seriously.

That's what I have.

Still, Luke doesn't tell me everything about the exams or anything, so you don't have to ask me this.

Do you think this is the more important form of communication?

No, maybe it actually matters.

"It's still seven or eight years early."

Lust seems to be more pulled by the flesh than the spirit, and I have no lust at all.

Compared to Japan, where there was a miniskirt or something, this guy always dresses abstinently, so he doesn't inspire much desire.

Sage mode will last for a few more years.

"Yes, but it's too late for something."

"Anyway, it's a less appropriate topic for this occasion, so let's do it at home"

"Oh, so is that. Let's just go home."

The venue had already been ripped off by people, and the shadows were sparse.

When I got home, surrounded the table with my family, and threw the unloaded baggage I had brought from the mansion on the rear straight into the carriage, I finally set off.

"Are you going?"

"Yeah."

"Please don't go..."

It was the sham that brought me to cry down.

Sham is also nine years old this year. I'm supposed to be in a correctional institution next year.

Knowing that I was going to be out of the cavalry, Gone so much, I ended up moving to a different house in the capital all year and settled down with a compromise that I would frequently go to.

Satsuki has spent more time in King's Capital lately, so it would be better that way.

Sham also lived in Wangdu today.

"Don't cry so much. I'll never see you again."

"I miss you......"

It was unusual for a sham who just spit sensible words when he opened his mouth to crush such sentimental words.

I miss you too.

"Me, too."

He put his hand over Sham's head and brushed his soft hair gently with his hands.

"If you go to the Great Library, you'll confuse the loneliness"

"Muli."

You don't mean murky......

"I'll come see you as soon as I can. I'm in the same king's capital. It's not as far apart as it is between the stars."

That's a tough conversation for me.

"But it's about a thousand times more away in the same house..."

This one, this one.

The Great Library was built adjacent to the College, and the Howe family's separate residence is not that far away, so what a realistic figure that was about a thousand times.

"Well, I'll give you homework the next time it happens. While I'm solving my homework, it's the same thing I'm studying with. And then you wouldn't miss me, would you?

It's a messed up story.

"Are you sure!?

But I'm so happy.

It's a delightful expression.

"Really."

I had no idea there were students in the world who would be happy to be offered homework.

End up in teacher plunder.

Release the lonely Sham's hand, and I will signal your man, and he will leave the carriage.

I let the carriage leave and was anxious when I was thinking about Sham.

Sham will be in the penitentiary next year.

According to Satsuki, a graduate, correctional institutions are places to learn about politics, government officials, and the law.

Other things, such as ancient Shan language, are generally learned in a pedagogical way.

Satsuki referred to ancient Shan language as correctional education because of it.

There was no ancient Shan language in the Chivalry exam, so on the inside I was quite angry, but I guess it's in the Correctional Institution exam.

I assure you, Sham has never shown an interest in things of that kind.

Even Satsuki was thoroughly indifferent enough to throw a spoon at her lack of much interest.

And Sham is more of a Shan than I am.

I don't like what I don't like.

It's already a pure expression of the will to reject on the face "No.," he says.

Can such a sham go into a correctional institution or something and do it?

I don't feel like I can, but I don't know.

While I was thinking about it, I passed the main entrance to the college.

I'm the only one in the carriage.

Just me and my luggage, to be exact.

I have to go into the dorm.

The hall was busy as other students' carriages continued to arrive.

I got off the carriage with my stuff, too.

Instruct your wife to return home.

I didn't have as much luggage, but I still have about three bags of leather for adults, so it was a lot to carry with me.

Though Soim trained my body, it's just heavy.

When I have to walk around with this luggage, it seems a little tight.

I was wondering if the attendant would welcome me, but I don't think so, so I should look for someone first.

Then, after all, walking around with luggage is a lot tougher.

In the meantime, do you want me to hide it in the shadow of a tree?

But I wonder if it will be stolen.

Sticking and often thinking, his shoulder was suddenly slapped from behind.

"Hello, I see you again"

Looking back, it was Myalo.

You came to a good place.

"Hi there. It's good to see you again."

I put my one-handed luggage on the ground and shook Myalo's hand.

Just fine, so let's hear something like a dormitory step.

"I've been watching from the back a little bit, but you're in trouble."

He was watching.

"Oh. To tell you the truth, I don't know where I'm going."

To be honest, Myalo chuckled.

"I understand, I'll show you."

Exactly.

There are only honorary students.

It is a ship across, a spider's thread in hell.

"Right. Thanks."

"It says here that it's a dormitory guide."

Dormitory instructions?

It was the first ear.

"Eh, where do I get that?

It's been handed out somewhere. Did it go through?

"They should have sent you home, but they don't have it?

Of course I didn't get it.

Luke again?

"Oh, kind of. I'm ashamed I haven't even seen it."

I'm so ashamed of you.

"I see. Well, when it comes to minor things, it's hard not being able to send your stuff in advance"

Seeing, Myalo had nothing in his hands.

It is a bare hand.

The names behind Myalo, the students I don't know, are handy if you look closely, and the students with the big baggage like me, there was no one to look around.

As you can see, when entering the dorm, is it necessary to bring the luggage in in in advance?

Perhaps this hunch is in the middle.

What happened to my house?

Aren't you a general around the corner?

"If you don't mind, I'll bring you some."

"No, I'm fine."

Exactly bad.

"It's a little weird to walk next to Yuri at that rate with your bare hands."

And Myalo looked a little troubled.

When they said that, you were right.

If your hands were full of luggage and you were walking next to the man you're talking about, you'd think that if you were bad, you'd be letting your servant hold your own luggage.

"That would help if you said so. Can I ask for it?"

"Absolutely."

When I gave him one of the lightest bags, Myalo received it.

Myalo received it with one hand and slightly switched it to both arms.

Was it that heavy?

If you look closely, Myalo's arms are as thin as twigs.

I was moistened by Soim and swinging my sticks like every day, and before that I was carrying hay on the ranch, so I guess I'm trained.

Come to think of it, Myalo should have had nothing to do with such a life because he is from a martial family or a witch family.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yes. It was heavier than I thought, but this much"

Indeed, it seemed that the more I used both hands, the more I could hold them without bitterness.

It doesn't look that spicy.

Come to think of it, it's hard if you can't hold it with both hands because it's the luggage I had with one hand with a heavier bag of the same age.

"Well, let's go. The dorm shouldn't be so far away."

Myalo walked out.

Children lined up in front of the dorm.

Me and Myalo lined up at the rear.

The dorm was a large wooden two-story building.

A single roof covering the building is characterised by a one-flush, so that all the snow falls on the other side of the entrance.

Upstairs there was a roof-covered terrace.

On the ground floor, half in the dining room, half like a living room.

I also see something like a couch.

It's all brand new like new.

It was a pretty nice dorm.

Speaking of dorms, I was in a dorm the first time I was in college.

When it comes to dormitories, that's where I remember them.

It was terrible over there.

Unlike this one right in front of me, it was a boneless concrete building with no fun whatsoever.

Although the branch rent was cheap.

It was like a kind of extraterritorial region, called the so-called autonomous dormitory.

The dormitory autonomous association somehow had the right to withdraw dormitories, which meant that when it came to high school, it was like the student association had the right to withdraw students, and the power structure was abnormal itself.

If we were allowed to chill out of the dormitory, there was no way we could defy it, and it was half compulsory to attend an event organised by the Autonomous Society.

In short, it was a very difficult place for me to live.

I went around visiting the senior dormitories one by one, getting directives one by one, doing parsley, etc., baptizing the mysterious dormitory orientation that made me want to twist my neck, unclear what I was entitled to and do now that I had to collect a hanko or signature for all my seniors by the due date, I admitted to my own mistake of choice, chose to move to a cheap apartment, even at a modest cost, and immediately moved to execution.

I miss it now.

"I wonder if there's something like a senior"

There are no seniors.

Myalo said.

"This is a dorm that was appreciated by freshmen in our generation, and we seem to be using this dorm for about fifteen years until graduation. They're all going to graduate, demolish them when they're ready, and build new ones again."

Seriously.

It was really a new building.

It's a luxury story.

... No, think about it, isn't it?

The mindset is wooden, and if you've been using all the rough kids as residents for over a decade, the dorm will be full of scratches.

Such a borough shop is just not a good idea because it's a dorm where you can shove your noble little brother into the bend.

Anyway, it's a good thing you don't have seniors.

Pretty much a sports world, I guess, and customs like flirting the senior style and Ibi the junior would always occur if there were seniors.

"Is that the case with correctional institutions?

"No. They say the correctional home is a huge dorm with about a school building where all the grad students live together. Oh, of course, women and men are different buildings."

"Heh, really?"

I figured I might not be able to sham.

Well, it's not like I really have to use the dorm, and I can go to school from a separate residence every day.

As we talked, the line came off.

At the front of the line, a small, fat middle-aged woman sitting on a long desk is running a pen somehow.

One of these days, we got to the front.

"From there, please"

And I told Myalo.

"No, Yuri, from you."

They even took my luggage and showed me around, so I figured it wouldn't be much for me to get the reception done first, but it's better from me.

I'm grabbing the back, and it would be annoying to make a concession of order here.

"Alright, first"