The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

"Well, I have nothing to do with it, so I'll talk to you. If you can tell, don't tell the dark clouds."

"I won't."

"Your father, Master Luke, was in the same situation as you."

Ha?

Whatever the circumstances, Luke should have been admitted to school correctly as a proper second son to the Howe family.

It's not like I was originally a farmer, and I later became a farmer, so I shouldn't have had a little cloudiness as a knight's background until I dropped out.

"… the situation means that it is the subject matter."

... Oh, you know what?

I really don't know.

Shouldn't birch dorms be doomed?

I'm getting worried about leaving the sham.

"Hmm, because your father is handsome, too. That would happen."

"So, I don't really, I don't want to talk about it, but I'm gonna talk about it because I don't think you understand it unless you know it as pre-knowledge."

"Oh, my God, get out of the way"

"What do you think is the most disgusting thing about that book of ours?

What, a question?

Why are you asking me questions?

"It's a bit of an unimaginable hobby of mine, I don't know, dating a real woman in a book? If it were me, me and... you know, Your Highness would hang out."

"I'll tell you what, royal women aren't going to make an appearance, because it's a decision. Because that's how much we know."

The comic said heartily.

Even with the array I read, Carol didn't show up for some reason.

Exactly, that seems to be the case.

If there was a novel out there that would orgy Carol about anything, this would be a big problem.

"... well, that's hassle, but you hit half. Once again, even when it comes to books, some portray the relationship between a man and a woman in a hands-on experience. It's not all about guys."

"Then write something like that"

I wanted to say it resolutely.

"It's not popular. You have to be good."

How deep are these guys in business?

"... Fair enough. So, what's the answer?"

"The worst thing that makes me feel bad is writing fantasies about the man in question and the author himself socializing."

Ah.

Well, I guess I can understand a little bit.

"I hope the subject matter isn't so popular with boys. The main theme is mostly the most popular boys of their time."

"Hey, Maya."

"Hmm?"

"Then why am I the subject of this?"

'Cause you're a hottie.'

"I'm not hot at all, and with the exception of Your Highness and Itoko, I don't know any correctional institutions."

I subtly missed Mr. Lily.

"Oh, you have another royal Highness. His Royal Highness Carlia."

Ah.

I forgot it with vegetables.

"I've only met His Highness Carlia once, and I'm annoyed by ridiculous rumors"

"Well, I thought so. Every time you hear her brag, your fans are pissed off. If you're as good as His Royal Highness Carol, you'll want to admit it."

"Phew."

I don't care. Yeah.

"Well, because Her Royal Highness Carlia is a beautiful girl, and she's royal, and I still don't know. But it would be just as uncomfortable if the kid inside, with his grades and appearance, had gone around writing fantasies about hanging out with you and becoming a lover and showing them to his friends."

"Then I have to read a lot"

"Yes, but unfortunately, the man was the writer inside. So a lot of people have read it."

"What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the girl student who confessed to Master Luke. The books she wrote are held in the Correctional Room, so you can still read them. In fact, the work I did before I wrote the heroine romance novel was very interesting. By the way, you've been writing about ten books about Luke and Galla."

Um, come on......

Luke and Galla. Come on......

"Did you read all ten of them?"

"I read it? You read Piña, too."

I said so naturally, so I became horrible.

"... okay. It was so good to be drunk and play strip chess and bring it straight into the act."

"Oh, there you go. He's the only one who thought of stripping chess."

"Hey, don't"

It's called stripping chess.

I've never seen or heard of it.

"So the kid really liked Master Luke, and you confessed. So I was shaken, and then myself and Master Luke started writing romantic novels, and then, you know, I got so neglected."

"You're a jerk. You're shady."

"I'm not kidding. 'Cause that kid's house is a big witch's house."

See you, Village Eight Minutes.

"Well, I guess so."

Poor thing.

But when it comes to what you deserve, do you deserve it?

The college said, 'Let's all get along. I have to,' and those who don't like it are supposed to ignore it and stay away from it.

If everyone hates me, I'll naturally split up into villages.

"So, the kid got tired of staying in the dorm and started following Luke around at four or six."

... Hey.

Isn't that weird?

Now you're a stalker after you've scattered your own homoerotic novels.

Luke had a rough time, too.

I just feel sorry for you.

Rotten women and children will be screwed, stalked.

"In those days, you're much more on the run than you are now. I hear all the fans were chasing around the boys they liked, skipping class and going to see archery and stuff. It wasn't like the solemnity of a love sentence. If you do that, you'll be socializing men and women and having trouble with each other at home more often."

"Sort of."

Though Luke didn't seem to be dealing with him under firm determination.

Does running away mean that self-regulation is tougher now?

Speaking of which, like Luke said, I've never actually seen a fan chasing Zorozolo and a guy around.

Luke, too, would have had a hard time swinging after her and playing with the city well woman or going to the playground.

"So, one day, Mr. Luke's indulgence bag broke, and he yelled at you for not following me around. Then she lost her place in the dorm and beside Luke, and she killed herself."

Suicide.

Yep...

Did you kill yourself?

"Hmm, well, you can't help it. I know it's pathetic."

It's not Luke's fault, and it's not necessarily the birch dormitory's fault.

I don't want to be the one who's cornered until he kills himself for what he deserves.

I was cornered on my own, and I killed myself on my own, which doesn't mean anyone is responsible.

Unfortunately, humans are not equipped with telepathic abilities, making it difficult for others to perceive it, even if people had troubles.

"In birch dormitories, there are not many daughters who commit suicide because of a broken heart, but there are quite a few, and it's not a problem that they killed themselves. She didn't leave a suicide note, so she thought her parents killed themselves because of Master Luke, so she made her brother sign up for a duel."

"Huh?"

What the hell is that? Annoyance is not a level.

"You've got about eight hits, that's all. You can't accept a duel like that."

"I don't know the details, but they accepted me. Because it's a house of cracks and big witches."

Wow, seriously, this country is over.

What's going on, a witch house?

"So, Master Luke slaughtered your brother in a duel, and then you dropped out."

"Uh..."

I see.

Somehow, I think the commissioner assumed that he had dropped out because he felt responsible for himself.

As a matter of fact, I think I realized that I was cut and tense but unsuitable.

Luke felt that ranch work was a gift to watch, and he did it as an eagle tune or something.

"Exactly, because it was unprecedented that the book caused the disturbance and the person in the lead left the college. Besides, Master Luke, there's not much more to study, but Martial Arts was good enough to contend with Master Galla about one of the best arms of his time, and his future was promising. Even birch dormitories can be very rubbed, and now they're starting to be so smug."

So you're saying you feel responsible for the end of your father's resignation?

"Well, yeah."

"Hmmm... that was pretty good, but then we killed ourselves because we split up the village, not because of Luke, before it was like being challenged to duel, I wish we had sued the royal castle"

In the end, if the birch dormitories properly exposed the truth, the duel application would not have been accepted because Luke also said that the duel was badly waved, or if he changed his way of saying it, Luke's ramblings would have caused him to commit suicide in the main cause.

"In other words, you don't feel responsible for that. I don't know if it was a hassle after all, but nobody said anything about Village Eight."

"Even if it gets hot, I don't know because I'm not a party. That's just what I heard."

Was it getting hot?

Certainly.

It was decades ago. I can't help but tell my current dorm student.

"Well... I don't care. Father wouldn't mind such boredom, and if that makes you feel burdened with me, you're welcome to do so."

"Yes, I hope so."

"So here's the story? I'm sorry, I've been holding back a long time."

"I don't mind. Let me know when you get a step."

"I've been in touch, so how do I get in touch?"

"No, you should write to the dorm mailbox."

Huh.

"Is that how it works?"

"What, you didn't know? Because if you put room 362 in the mailbox, it would reach me and Piña's room."

Was there such a mechanism?

I thought birch dormitories were an area where a man would be killed if he came close.

So I've never even been close to the building.

Let's get Sham's room number later.

"Oh, but naturally, don't post it yourself, let someone else do it. You're a celebrity."

Yes, sir.

"Oh, I will. Say hello to Piña."

"... well, I don't know. Greetings."

After leaving the coffee shop, he had been called to the Wangdu Mansion, so he headed towards the Mansion.

walking through the gate about this, someone like a butler who was partitioning a separate house told me, "Master Luke has already arrived," and kept his uniform jacket.

Luke was in the reception room where he was guided as he was.

Luke looks kind of hard and reads the paperwork.

I feel fat on my body, by the way, because I have moved away from the daily routine of manual labor.

Pierced locks are coming out.

"Father, we're back."

I bowed my head to the dust.

"Welcome back. It's been a long time since I've seen you."

"I haven't seen him in a month or so. I'm a little busy, too."

"... we need to talk about that"

You found out. Shit.

I thought so intuitively.

"Sit down."

"Yes."

I honestly sat at the table.

"It's like you're making a dime."

The tone is subtly pungent.

I thought we were talking about it.

"I'm not making a dime, though. Well, I do."

"Why don't you talk to me for a second?"

"No, Ma, I didn't think I needed to bother your father."

Because I wanted to do it unrelated to my parents' house.

If my parents had anything to do with it, my job would be to play with the nobleman.

Then no one will deal with you, and it won't be your own business.

Even those who are employed by me, starting with the cuff, won't feel employed by me.

Become aware that you are employed by the Howe family.

The moment that happens, it makes it very difficult for me to move.

"You don't have enough pennies?

"No, enough is enough. I don't use anything other than diaries."

"Then why are you making a dime or something?"

"I'm not making a dime. It's still small now, but it's a clean business. It's a consistent social study."

"... I'm not saying that social studies are bad either. But what about the students?"

"Father, give me a break. Because I'm doing everything for my students."

I'm doing so much more than that.

"Yuri's fifth year, right? It's the busiest time of year."

"I've already taken up to 250 units. All you have to do is 42 units of practical skill and eight units of seating."

"... hey, really"

Luke got a stunned look.

To give you an example, the average number of units acquired by the same dormitory is about 130.

He's an excellent guy, 150 units. I finally get about 200 units due to Myalo level excellence.

250 units is clearly overhead.

"It's true. There are only three lectures in the afternoon or Tuesday of the week. You're going to be playing around all afternoon like a free classmate."

The guys who ran out of lectures in the afternoon are generally playful and crazy.

Even if the lecture isn't gone, it's not uncommon for someone, like an international college student, to lose their greed and play crazy.

Luke didn't even leak into the example, he must have been playing big and small.

"Ugh... that's right"

"Something wrong?

"No... it's not so much a problem. No, okay."

"Is that okay?

"Fine. If you're going through it properly and you're taking credit, fine."

Permission granted.

It feels like you can do it on your own.

"It's not good at all."

"What, isn't it good?"

Luke looks more surprised.

Not good at all.

"Didn't someone tell you it was a report or something? I'm making a dime and I don't have a good reputation."

I can only assume so.

When I said that, Luke looked at me with a little surprise.

"How did you know that?"

"Because Father was waiting to preach to me, wasn't he?

Then it would be normal for you to produce something like evidence on your desk so that I can't get away with it.

If the Howe family found out, one or two of those pieces of evidence should come out in the course of the investigation.

But it doesn't.

That means it wasn't the Howe family that pinpointed the story.

If it's not the Howe family, it's the other house.

This is Wang Du, so instead of ten to eighty nine, you would be ten to ten witches.

I'm not stupid, either, so I guess that's about it. "

"... I don't know about Yuri"

Luke scratched his head poly.

You smell like some tired old man... you look old...

"But I'm moving on the back, so it's a very small part of me that knows I'm on the side. Because I try not to give you the Howe family name."

I've told the cuff a lot about it.

I don't mind if the business fails and I deserve to be treated as incompetent, but I have trouble scratching the name of the Howe family.

That's why my employer, my associate with the Howe family, is keeping me down.

The trade name Ho paper is reminiscent of the Ho family, but the southern region is also referred to as the Ho region in the first place, so it means southern paper.

"At the royal castle the other day. I was told by the witch family."

"Ah."

That's what I thought.

I sell a lot of Ho paper too. Have you looked into it?

"But never mind. Because it's the usual. Unless you're doing something bad, I don't mind."

"Is that true? I don't want to bother you at home."

"It's usual for a witch house to come up with strange things. If I care, I won't be able to do anything."

Always.

I'm concerned.

"What do you say, for example?"

"I've never seen you before, but Yuri is close to His Royal Highness Carol. It's a very far-fetched expression, and you're going to tell me what it's like to be too close..."

"Wow..."

Kitsu.

I know you don't like the fact that the house makes contact with the royal family, but you complain about it until the kid's tight, or normal.

"Tell you what, don't take it seriously. I think it's good for Yuri to be close to His Highness Carol."

"I know. Your Highness and I have been hanging out a lot. We're calling each other out."

"Callout?"

Luke looked decent.

"He usually says, 'Hey, Yuri, take it seriously' or something, 'cause you're gonna snap my head off."

"... so, how do you give it back"

"Hey, don't hit me in the head, bokeh. I'll tell you what. I'm not exactly going to give it back to you. For once, I'm royal, and I'm a girl."

"... mind you for a second. Like no disrespect."

Luke gave what an unspeakable look.

"I know."

"Your Highness Carol will be the next queen."

There was something about that.

"Is that decided?

"What?"

"'Cause there's His Royal Highness, too, isn't there?"

There is no such thing as a rank of succession to the throne in this country.

Essentially, if abilities are sidelined, the eldest daughter will take precedence, but it is not determined as an absolute order.

"Oh, I don't know much, but His Highness Carlia seems blind. But in the end it's up to Her Majesty the Queen to decide, and I'm not making an extra pry"

"Right. I met Her Majesty the Queen, but I knew you thought Her Highness Carol was cute."

It was tough, but it felt tough with love.

Probably doesn't treat Carlia that way.

"Hmm. Right."

"Well, if His Royal Highness Carlia became king, I'd be in trouble too."

"What's the trouble?"

"I was forced to socialize some years ago. And then, you seem to be in contact with your fiancée, which is very annoying. Don't take it seriously, Father."

In advance, we need to put up a line of prevention.

"... what the hell. I've never heard that before. So, what did you say when you confessed?"

I took the advice a little seriously.

"As my father told me, I can't be dishonest with you, so I'm sorry, but I'll make you feel better, I thought I said something like that."

"So, you're my fiancée, and they're touching each other on their own?"

"That's what you said. Well, it looks like it's floating in the birch dorm, so no one seems to really care."

"Right...... I hope so. Watch out for birch dorms, they're demons."

I think so, too.

Earlier, therefore, I began to think so.

"I really do. Exactly what I heard today, he said your father was in trouble, too. Thank you very much."

"It's true. Be careful, Yuri."

Is it a nostalgic memory now, I said it like it's past.

"Be careful, it was already on the subject."

When I said that, Luke gave a very unpleasant look, like he chewed up a bitter bug.

When I tried drinking it because I thought it was good alcohol, it was rotten and vinegar, and it felt like it.

It was too late.

Even so, though I have no idea how to stop it, even if I'm aware of it.

I guess I should have even done wild shit like Dora.

No, Dora, who's wild shit, was part of the subject matter.

Shit.

"Is that you?"

"Probably that array. I let you read it today."

"You read it?

"I just happened to have a chance to read one chapter. Exactly, it didn't feel good."

"I've never read it"

"Looks like you're not going out the door. I happen to be able to read it."

"The whole thing, what's it all about?

Oh, are you interested?

"You better not read it. According to people, they're going to throw up or not be able to sleep."

"Well... but okay"

Sounds kind of a shame.

I saw something scary and I want to read it... I feel like it.

I'd rather not tell you that Luke's book is still held in a secret room.

"I heard about your father's suicide."

"Oh, that one."

"Something about being the wings of a duel."

"... well. Yuri, if you refuse to confess, be careful how you say it. There's a lot of understanding about how girls get hurt."

Has it reminded me of something unpleasant?

"Yes, but according to what I heard, your father's refusal to socialize was only part of the cause."

"Hmm...? Really?

Oh, I knew you didn't know.

"I heard that those who confessed were also the writers of the book. I wrote contraindications in birch dormitories, but I lost my place in the dormitories, became lonely, and began to cling to my father."

"Really? Were you bullied in the dorm, that guy?"

"Apparently, so to speak."

"Was there such a situation?"

"I guess it doesn't mean who's wrong."

I guess it won't even be a break for Luke.

"Well. But you did something pathetic. If you knew... No, I was young too, so you can't..."

Luke had a strange face.

I couldn't find a word to call.

"Let's go to the grave..."

Luke, when it came to pounding, called the butler.

And I told him I wanted him to look into the grave.