The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Early in the morning, I was at the harbor.

"Well, be careful"

I told Harrol.

"Oh. Bye."

From the passing plate attached to the pier, Harrol takes the boat.

It was a worn out, user-sieved ship.

This is a rental ship and there will be a penalty if you do not return it.

Harrol said if you want to buy a new ship anyway, you want to buy the sharpest ship ever built by Klu.

I agree with that, but as a result, this voyage costs 800 pieces of gold and about 800,000 ruga.

Of course, the average sailors don't know, but almost all of the spare funds they've saved since their inception have gone into the barn of this borough ship in the form of gold.

If you fix it to JPY, it will amount to more than 80 to 100 million yen.

When a risk management expert hears about it, it's like turning bright blue.

According to Harrol's standpoint, we're talking about no problems with the hull of a borough ship, but what happens if it's actually defective and the ship sinks?

The sailors occupied by the return ship experience of Issa Isle, which means they chose the ones with liver, but there is no guarantee that they would not start a rebellion.

Besides, I don't know the latitude and longitude of Great Britain Island, so the first time will still be a gift of hauling or not.

Because we know the coordinates, we won't be able to "get lost and go around the same place" or "come and go" anymore, and we'll be able to use the "come back when we run out of half the food" technique, so safety should improve.

But anxiety was anxiety.

In the first place, if Gora doesn't make a definite observation, it doesn't make sense either.

There is also the danger of a shoreline.

"Then they're coming!!!

Harrol, who became an aboard man, shouted and told him to untie the rope that was boarding the pier.

As the handkerchief tag boat helped take off shore and away from the pier, a sail was stretched out on the mast.

And Harrol's boat, slowly walked away.

Recently, it was me who was busy with Harrol relations, right and left, but when Harrol left the port, there was no more to do.

Will Harrol come back loaded on a properly brand-new ship?

Thinking about it, I was very anxious.

But the ship's gone now, so I can't help thinking about it.

I and I walked through the city, entering the grounds of nature and college.

It's a holiday, so I didn't have any school errands.

But there was still only about as much place to come as the college.

"... go back to sleep"

I was alone.

Let's go to sleep.

Fortunately, the season was spring and the warm sun seemed better than an excellent nap day.

Yesterday and yesterday and the rain hasn't shaken, and the soil isn't wet.

Do you want to sleep under that tree...

I went into the woods, which accounted for half the school, and when I chose a tree that was appropriately sunny, I basically butted in and deposited my back in the trunk.

I wonder if I can sleep in such a strong bed.

That's what I thought, but how tired I was, drowsiness soon came.

In my dreams, I was at my grandfather's house, listening to his lectures.

I was a little surprised that I still remembered my grandfather in my blurred consciousness.

"There seems to be an uncertainty principle. I don't know much about it either, but according to the people in the physical field, it's impossible to know exactly what's going on with a big book of objects."

I was at my grandfather's house and listened to the lecture.

I was in high school.

My grandfather, who retired from college, loved giving lectures to his grandchildren.

You know, some of them I was good at listening to, and maybe my grandson was simply adorable.

Because I was already in my third year of high school, I also knew about the uncertainty principle about concepts and conclusions, and probably knew it better than my grandfather.

Anyway, my grandfather specializes in economics, and even if he ever used mathematics in analytics, he was completely out of the field about physics.

I loved this scholar-skinned grandfather.

I resented my father and admired my scholar-skinned grandfather. Not really, I admired my scholar for some reason.

And even after going to science college, he wholeheartedly wanted to be a scholar, knocking on the graduate gate.

The race of high school students, etc. seems to have grown up and is still immature, so I don't think I can help it, but back then, I didn't see what I was.

The result was alle.

I was totally unsuitable for scholars, but I chose the path just for admiration and misled important choices.

It was an unsuitable university, did unsuitable research, and couldn't accomplish anything.

So even when they kicked me out of college and cut me off from my path as a scholar, I didn't feel very sorry for myself, nor did I want to go back.

Instead, I even felt open somewhere, like a man who was finally able to divorce Soli's unfit wife.

"Without an accurate understanding of the state of the smallest units, we cannot fully understand the larger units that could have been made with the connection of the smallest units. Even physics can't, in principle, capture the exact shape of the world perfectly. I thought both the natural and social sciences were together."

What my grandfather was saying at this time, I mean the observer effect.

Attempts to observe the presence of elementary particles, such as electrons, do not yield precise observations because the observation act itself displaces the electrons.

The bronze statue doesn't even freak out when the light is shining to observe the bronze statue, but if this was an ultra-high output thermal ray, the bronze statue would melt into the gnarly and I wouldn't know what form it was.

An act to observe a form, so that the form itself collapses, so that you don't know the form before you observe it.

Roughly speaking, such things happen, and there is always an error in the observation of the elementary particles.

"Economics is a discipline that disciplines the everyday lives of every human being. Ultimately, the goal is to create a model that traces the movements of human society extremely correctly"

I know economists have a lot going on, but I guess that's what Grandpa's ultimate research goal was.

"But man has a personality. Each person takes a different way of life. Do you think you can make a model that accurately traces a society that brings together 100 million or 200 million people?"

My grandfather's specialty was behavioral economics.

Behavioral economics is an interdisciplinary field of economics: moving away from the so-called rational economists, mainly using psychology and the like, used in simplified economic models to analyze the realistic human behavior of reality and to try to fall into economics.

"I've been living with you for decades and I still don't know about your grandmother. Really understanding other people is something that you don't really understand. Yet there are as many as 100 million or 200 million human beings, the one called society. When it comes to the international community, there are five billion and six billion. I've been with you for years, and I don't know much about my daughter-in-law, but knowing the shape of society wasn't something we could do in a short human life."

That's what I said. Grandpa's face was somewhat of a drain.

Grandpa had a splendid success as a scholar that seemed dazzling from my point of view.

But Grandpa's success as a scholar seems to have been of a different quality than that.

By analogy, dive in the darkness of the desert: the unsolved truth, and how valuable it was that you could have picked up and exposed it to the day. That's what scholars are worth. I think I was thinking about something like that.

So I guess Grandpa didn't find value in his performance, which he considers socially splendid.

"I went the wrong way as a scholar."

And Grandpa said it well.

Economics has a strong image of a discipline that just explores the movement of gold because currency really comes out on the surface, but it deals with all the economic activities of an animal that is inherently human.

Economic activity is a term that summarises all the behaviors of human beings who eat, drink, live and move.

I saw my grandfather and wanted to be a scholar, but I stopped looking at life and looking at the path of social science.

After leaving college in retirement, Grandpa moved away from economics, away from people, stopped watching news of the political economy, and lived in the countryside with a couple of bullies.

And when Grandma died, she died trying to follow her.

To the pretend, I woke up to be pushed back into reality.

As my head clears up, I recognize that that was my dream.

How dare you remember your grandfather's face?

I wanted to write it down in a sketch, but when I thought, I knew there was someone in front of me.

Blonde girl.

There are only three blondes I know.

Her Majesty the Queen, her daughter one, her daughter two.

Other than that, I've never seen you walk around the city.

"Carlia."

It was my daughter number two.

He leans in front of me, keeping his skirt in check, and he stares at my knob.

"You're finally up."

"You, you've been watching"

"Yeah, about half an hour."

You've been watching a sleeping man for half an hour.

Dora or something, maybe it's the idiot-specific habit of the Shans because when they enter the room, they stare at Carol sleeping on the sleeping table, and she can be frightened, but in this case, it starts at midday.

I want to say I'm too free.

"You're free."

"You're still rude."

"Are you free?"

"Think I'm free?

If you're not free, why are you imitating how you keep watching the slumber of a sleeping man?

"If you're busy, why don't you run errands"

"You can go on a date."

Yabe, this guy doesn't make sense.

Do you want someone to play because you're free?

Then I wish I had to tell you I'm busy.

"Don't"

I got up and paid for the dirt on my ass.

I'm not going to play with this guy.

There's just one more factor that reinforces rumors that aren't.

"Why not. Stay with me."

"Where are you going with a book like that"

Carlia had that book beside her.

It was written by Piña, printed by the Commissary, and sold by me in a book.

I mean, me and Dora's affair is the book of contents.

Don't carry Nzamon around in grandeur during the day. I want to say bogus.

"... what do you care?"

Carlia said she thought it had just happened.

He looks like a bum.

"I don't care about anything else, but don't take your porn books with you in grandeur"

"It's not a porn book. I thought you read this."

Who reads.

I wanted to snap my head in a seizure, but I caught it.

"I haven't read it because I'm going crazy"

"Then read it. Because this is literature. I'll lend you anything."

Yabe, this guy is kidding me.

I'm totally crazy.

"... bye"

I ran away.

Soon after, when I left Karlya, I hung her over the dorm.

When I went to the dorm cafeteria, Dora was eating alone.

In addition to a lot of people eating dinner elsewhere on holidays, it's a little past lunchtime now.

Being without people is a matter of reason.

Nevertheless, I had no idea there was this guy more than that.

Dolla had flattened the rice alone in an amount that would be three or four times that of a regular person.

Mockingbirds and putting them in my stomach.

From what I can see, a shirt with sleeves like a T-shirt looks sweaty and wet.

They were training until earlier.

It's a holiday, so it means self-training.

It's hard work.

When I ordered a set of meals from my aunt in the dining room, I took a seat.

I missed a little at lunch, so I don't get freshly baked bread or freshly baked meat, but I just have to put up with that heap.

When I got a tray with a cold lunch ride, I sat in a seat a lot further away from Dora.

After eating for a while, Dolla took a seat to see if she had finished her meal.

I'm coming this way.

Don't come.

Don't come.

Oh, I got it.

Dora sat in the seat in front of me.

"... hey"

I'll talk to him.

It's kind of dark, isn't it, this guy?

It's good that it's dark because I'm Necla too.

Some sort of sticky darkness?

If you like Carol anyway, just don't stare at her face in the middle of the night and steal her underwear.

You don't do anything about pride getting in the way.

Is that the kind of place that is sticky?

I'm probably the only one who knows what Carol's face looks like in the middle of the night, and I haven't told anyone.

Still, it doesn't seem a coincidence that Piña portrayed a scene in which she was doing the same.

After all, there's a dark aura with that kind of humidity, and I think someone else can tell that.

It was picked up by a particularly observant piña and authored as a form.

I don't know if Dora is easy to understand or if Piña's insight is out of the crowd, but for that reason, I don't think it was simply Piña's factual and rootless delusion.

"What can I do for you?

Until about a couple of years ago, I've been telling you to hang out with martial arts practice and compete like an asshole, but that's lately lurking the ringing too.

Hasn't it been a long time since I've challenged you to battle?

"I need to talk to you about Your Highness."

Different.

"Oh, yeah."

I wonder if it's time for a confession at last.

Though I think it's healthier than watching Tula enthusiastically in the middle of the night.

Carol also has a face that is not seen as a second with her eyes half-opened when she is sleeping badly and sleeping. Something like that would be nice.

The sleeping minister is good, and sometimes he's depressed about turning his back.

"What do you think of His Highness?"

"Huh? Nothing."

You're just a friend.

"Well, I guess that's the place"

Though I think we're friends.

But what the hell is this guy?

Speaking of which, I think you look more like you've come up with it than usual.

"Your Highness adores you."

I said something weird.

Huh?

Shibo?

"I don't know what to do."

Do you know what this guy means?

You're a fool to use a little hard language.

"It's true."

"Do you have a basis?"

"Basis!? You can't have that!!

Dora stood up and shouted loudly.

Whoa, whoa.

Don't suddenly look pretty.

"Fair enough, calm down."

"I'm calm!

I'm not calm. That's the way it is.

"For now, sit down. Tell me what happened."

When I said, Dora sat in the chair reluctantly.

The heat didn't cool down, but the boiling subsided for a moment after sprinkling a little water on the boiling water. It feels like it.

"I know. Your Highness likes you."

Oh.

This is a pattern that didn't have anything in particular.

It feels like paranoia is rampant on its own when I think of it.

"Well, there's something about it that I feel comfortable with, and maybe it looks like it"

"Otherwise - it's..."

I think I'm starting to feel daunted again.

"Wait, wait, wait."

"Enough. It was stupid of me to talk to you."

Was this a consultation?

I've never known it before.

"Was it a consultation? Love counseling to hang out with Carol."

"You big fool"

I didn't expect this guy to tell me he was a big idiot.

You don't know the world.

When I'm stunned,

"I'm moving the room."

declared.

Want a room?

Go back to your room, not move?

Huh?

That's not a good idea.

"What is it? If you go to another room, you'll never see Carol again."

Dolla is soothed by watching Carol's sleeping face in the middle of the night while fueling her opposition to me, enduring daily rigorous training.

What will happen to him when it is gone?

Almost certainly, I'll say goodbye to Carol my whole life.

You'll be able to meet and talk to him, but due to this guy's character, becoming an intimate relationship would be murky first.

Life could be rough, or even a weird woman could fool you into shaking you on a life stick.

Looking at her sleeping face is something she's allowed to do because she's in the same room, and after she leaves the room, if Carol sneaks in where she's sleeping and sees her sleeping face, this just seems like a fairly high-level pervert's place of work. Needless to say, it's a big problem.

"If you don't get tied, don't get tied, bite off your happiness until Carol's gone."

"But if I stay like this, I could make a mistake."

"Ah."

Was that what worried you?

You think you'll lose control?

Maybe there is.

Before I built the company too, I stayed in the dorm almost every day, but I guess that's getting hard the past year because I've been staying out a lot.

He said I was a jetty of self-control, and that I was about to lose my teeth because I was staying out of the wheel.

"That's not all. I must break my feelings for Your Highness."

"You don't have to cut it off."

Dolla is, in fact, in the right position as the bridegroom of Wataru and Carol.

Dolla's marriage to Carol is not a dream story.

A royal son-in-law is usually taken from Kingsguard 1st Army or Witch Muscle.

Don't get too close to a witch. In Siyalta, you get a man from a witch house. That's not normal.

Sometimes it is taken from a foreign royal family, but this is not possible at the moment because Kirchna is now the only other country and Kirchna has no children of men in Her Majesty the Queen.

A witch's muscle is the blood of a royal family that has flown from another country.

If the royal family has come as an asylum or a refugee, it is the same as ordinary nobility and may be accepted as a general citizen, or it may be taken over by some general.

But unlike the nobility there, the royalty is still royal, so it's just a bad dream when you're poor and drooling wild.

Therefore, there is a special way to enter the sacrificial grounds of the Holy Mountain as a sacrificial person.

The Shan religion is a kind of polytheism, with a faith that pseudo-deities primitive nature.

And I don't know what happened or what happened, but I consider the Black Sea to be the source of all the seas, and I call it the Holy Marsh.

Every night in the Holy Mountains, towards the Black Sea, they pray to Mecca, Muslim. Nice, they pray.

Exactly the job is too boring, so even if the royalty comes, entering the Holy Mountain is not much to be liked.

But a few of them chose it, and they have a lot of blonde hair among the sacrificers (witch muscles) of Holy Mountain.

This is the blood of royalty in other countries, so as son-in-law you deserve it, but these guys are religious, so they don't come to college.

I mean, he's a breeding horse with no special education except courtesy and religious knowledge, and it's hard to imagine Carol or Her Majesty making a guy like that his son-in-law.

As an exception, it may be taken from a general, but this is accompanied by romance, which can only be described as irregular.

So Dolla, whose parents are the first army of Kingsguards and would be in the first if things went well, doesn't need to be that pessimistic.

"There's no chance you can marry Carol. The only way to change a room is to keep that possibility away"

"... but"

Hmm.

I mean, I, I think.

"What are you... too lusty for me?

"Become...!

Dora wandered off.

There's nothing to wander about.

I met a guy our age the other day who already had a nose for having kids.

"If that's the case, you haven't even gone to the whorehouse to visit. That's how you come up with it because you don't exude lust."

Dolla is getting old and tough looking.

She's a muscular, macho figure, so she won't like women she doesn't like, but, well, she'd be pretty hot if she went to a whorehouse.

Well, in short, just pull it out. That is.

"It doesn't matter."

Is there a reason?

"If it didn't matter, how could I possibly attack Carol? If lust wasn't fundamental, you wouldn't have had that idea in the first place."

…………

Dora shut up about just what she had in mind.

"Hey, Dora. You know what the three greatest human desires are?"

"I don't."

There's no way I knew this because I just knew it and it's not a story in a book of things.

"Humans have three great desires. Appetite, sleep, lust. Enduring lust is just as unnatural as being hungry or not eating, sleepy or not sleeping. If I'm hungry and I don't eat, I'm powerless, let alone unable to move. If I had spent three days without sleeping, I wouldn't be able to do a decent job either. Just like that, if you put up with your sexuality, it's only natural that you go crazy."

I developed a theory like the one I followed.

………

"Come and see me tonight. That would make it a little easier."

"No..."

Dora clouded her mouth.

"Why not? You're getting about a penny to go to the whorehouse."

"No, Your Highness doesn't seem to like that."

... stupid or this guy.

He wants to hate you.

I don't know. Do you have it?

If you're already dating, you might need to be concerned.

No, I don't care if we're already dating, but I have to tell you, I'm gonna do it.

"Bye, or can a woman understand a man's sexuality? You can do this on your own."

"Nasty."

What a frightened look.

Big sketches.

"Then I won't even take Carol's underwear... it wasn't... borrow it and handle it yourself"

That's right. That's good.

My favorite child's recoder feels peppered.

"Whoa!

"I don't know how to feel."

"I can't believe I did that."

"I should give it back to you right away."

"Fool, disrespectfully enough"

"I don't care who loses it, okay?"

Watch your mouth.

"It's a mess. That's how young you need to be. If you're not an adult, it's a joke."

When I looked at Dora whispering lightly, I realized she wasn't looking at me.

He's sending an autograph with his gaze, looking behind me with a flicker.

With a pitiful face like I've never seen it or seen it.

I'm kind of loose today. I just noticed, too.

Ah.

Oh, my God.

Huh... I don't know how to delude you.

"That's a joke ~, I knew it was you. That's not going to happen, considering how women feel. It was a bad joke while I was there. Ha..."

"Oh, oh..."

When I listened carefully, I heard slight footsteps from behind.

"Hey, even if you're joking, you've got something to say and something bad to say. I'll be careful now."

Huh.

Dora doesn't mind either.

If you'd said "Ah, Domo" or "Are we going to eat" out loud the moment you saw it, I would have noticed right away, too.

I don't have eyes on my back.

Still, how long have you been asking?

"By the way, I need to talk to you about something serious."

I changed the tone of my voice and told Dora.

"Hey, what?

"I expected you to be a man. I need a favor."

"Oh."

"Clean up this meal for me."

Say no, I kicked the ground from the position I sat in in the chair, trying to roll down to the side and break my body.

Keep running with all your strength!!!

As the force of the kicking leg began to carry his body, a shock ran on Gakun and his neck.

They catch the back collar neck and almost simultaneously kick it in the back of the right knee, dragging it down behind them.

Trying to get up a little bit, he kicked his chest plate and knocked it down.

"Don't run away"

It was the guiding Carol who said that while looking down at me with contempt.

I'm trampled around my chest and held down.

I was just training like every day, and one way to step was very much in the hall.

"Hey, Carol. Were you there?

I'm soaked.

"Sounds creepy. You noticed."

"What are you talking about?

Shiraz is something that keeps cutting.

"This pervert."

Cold words came down.

"Garbage, scumbags, assholes, penises, muffins, perverts!

"How dare you line up?"

"I don't know if you're a pervert, but I'm serious about abetting a knight's egg. What a pity."

Is it okay if I'm a pervert?

"I was just talking to him, and he's gonna say terrible things."

"What's the consultation? I'm not talking to you about that stuff! Tell your suffering alumni to go to the whorehouse and more!

I wish I didn't have to tell you enough to blush.

Still, I wonder if you just didn't hear it all.

I don't mind either, but if they hadn't asked me in the first half, Dora would have been saved.

"For a man, the processing of libido is a matter of death and death. Go to the whorehouse so you don't make mistakes. This is a fine act to keep you from making mistakes as a nobleman."

"To Dora for turning it down, you're something!

Ahhh.

It hurts when you get poked there.

"Uh, what was it?

"Son of a bitch."

I was weighed on my chest.

"Itata... that was a joke"

"You just said it because you noticed me."

They found out.

"Yuri, you should think about it."

Oh.

Is Myalo hungry?

Like asking for consent, Carol said.

"There are male customs in male society, so I was wondering if I could deny them from my head. Sooner or later, it seems."

That's Myalo.

You understand.

Chivalry students are not given dreamy environments like an all-you-can-fish occassion online and a private room for one where they sleep.

It's not like there's a porn headquarters that cares like a correctional home.

There is no place for dissipation.

Sometimes you have money, and a whorehouse is a very realistic option.

"But underwear nagging sounds like a slightly inferior idea to me."

Turning to Myalo, there was no laughter and he was looking at me with eyes like he was seeing garbage falling to the ground.

"You are a sermon. I'll slap you back in the guts."

"Dolla."

I spoke to Dora.

Damn, because of this guy.

"Oh, oh."

"Clean up the mess. It's painful... you can eat anything you want."

"That's an inspiring mindset for you. Look, we're going to the room."

I was taken with my collar grabbed.