The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Episode 005: First Far Away

On that day, when his father took him aboard the King Eagle, he took a long ride or a long flight to the capital.

Over the mountains, over the rivers, over several villages, you will see a castle that is clearly different from the rest of the city.

The name of the kingdom is the kingdom of Siyarta, and the capital of the king is Sibyak.

Luke circled the city of Sibyak from above as he manipulated the king eagle.

Imagining something like a big fortified city built on flats and hills, I was to be greatly betrayed by my imagination.

Instead of the fortified city, there is nothing like the walls that surround the city.

Sibyak was a city where several islands were stretched out onto floating rivers.

It is not so open between the island and the island and is connected by a bridge that is not too long.

And the city was spreading unconstructively on both banks of the Great River.

With a longing for medieval streets, I fell in love with beauty at first sight.

That's how beautiful the city was.

After circling Shibjak, Wang Eagle turned his wings to the island in the middle of the city.

There are no walls in the city's exterior, but the island is surrounded by walls all over the water.

And there was a huge castle in the middle of the island.

It is the royal castle of Sibyak, which I heard in the story.

It's called a kingdom, so I guess there's a king in this castle.

It's a really nice castle.

There is no boneless atmosphere, and is it decorated with cosmetic stone or something, overall white?

Instead of being intimidating, it is made to look rather elegant.

Looking inside the island, it was dotted with places like parks planted with trees, and many other splendid mansions were built elsewhere.

That's just the heart of the Wang capital, with its securely dense buildings.

Luke unloaded the king eagle to the south side of the castle.

There was a little open vacant space there.

Other places are usually parks, but only there, like school grounds, are empty spaces with nothing.

Around it was a building surrounded by swollen stone skin.

The facility is at the edge of the island and the building itself protrudes downstream of the river, as if it were a corner fortress.

Is that the fortress?

Wang Eagle descends precisely and dynamically across its vacant land.

I've had my reins gripped a few times, too, but I don't want to imagine lowering the Wang Eagle at a pinpoint in such a narrow place at the moment.

If you hit the walls or even the winged end of the building on the way down, you could die normally because it would just be slightly out of balance and you would be in a light crisp state.

But Luke didn't seem worried at all, so he made it seem easy.

When Wang Eagle softly landed, Luke untied his belt and unloaded me, someone approached him from the stables.

Hey, Luke.

"Whoa, Galla."

He was a strange old man.

Apparently it's called Gala.

Better Gatai than Luke. He felt like a warrior or something to see.

Luke looks sheafy compared to this guy.

"I'm here to deliver, have you heard the story?

"I'm listening. Something about picking it up for the princess."

"Totally, honestly, I'm in trouble. I don't care what they say about young king eagles that are good for children to manipulate."

Luke looked a little troubled and scratched his head.

Was it such an order?

"Gahahahahaha, did they say that"

Galla laughs cheerfully.

It's a good Osama with a strong face.

"Well, we brought the most honest one. Use it at best."

"Oh, I will."

"A hundred heavenly knights on a princess will know, but a dead old man of character is best for practice"

Really?

There is no such thing as an old king eagle, so I've never been on such a king eagle.

The female king eagle for breeding is the oldest, the others are for sale, so I put them out for sale before I get older.

"You know what I mean. But Her Majesty doesn't know anything about it. Better than a king eagle born in Kingsguard's Tricago, you want to put him on one of Toko's finest king eagles."

"Don't be silly. Who raised him? Tori must not do art alone."

"You must be kind there."

Ugh, Luke sighed.

"If I shook the princess off, my neck would fly. I'd have finished it with you in mind at best."

"That's reassuring. If the princess doesn't ride, the heavenly knight will ride."

"Right."

"More than that, what about the kid there?

Galla looked at me.

I feel just barometric pressure when I'm looked down on by this physique difference.

"It's my son. His name is Yuri."

Galla crouched down and lowered her gaze.

Still a lot higher in sight than I am.

"Hello, Yuri."

"Hello"

I bowed my head.

Galla breaks up and makes a smile.

"Nice to meet you, darling."

If you were a normal kid or four years old, you could say hello.

No, it's about this guy, so for the most part, he's probably gonna cry and get away with it.

"Thank you. It's good to see your father's friend, too."

"You're a good boy. Are you a scholar in the future?

"I don't know, but now I want to carry on my father's trail. I don't know if it's my job."

When I said that, Galla made a decent face.

Hit me in the head with one hand and I get up.

"You're probably an adult. How old are you now?

"Almost four years old"

"Four years old? I haven't seen such a smart girl since the princess."

Yabe, have you done it?

Apparently it was a strange reaction.

"Don't buy it, this kid's a normal kid"

That's right, that's right, tell him.

My son is four years old, too.

"Was that right?

"That's right. I would have sent you a letter."

"Oh, I kind of remember reading that"

Make it right, Father.

"Damn, you... Well, it looks like it could be very different from ours, and I'm jealous."

"Really? You're not gonna change."

"This is no good for our kid."

Oh, does the kid rigging of the fathers begin?

It was when I thought so.

"Lord Galla."

A young woman rushed over from behind called out to Gala.

"Ooh."

"It's military time, sir."

"Whoa, is that already the time? Luke, I'm sorry. I have to go."

"Right."

Luke seemed a little lonely.

It sounds like you haven't seen an old friend in a long time, but you're pathetic.

"Are you staying at Howe's separate residence this evening?

"No, I'll go home if I let this kid see the city. I want to get home tomorrow."

"Well......" Galla is kind of sarcastic, too. "See you later."

"Bye."

"Ah, Master Luke. Please, it's a receipt."

"Oops, I almost forgot"

Luke received the receipt he was offered.

Galla left as she kept the Wang Eagle's reins and accompanied the woman to her right.

"Father, what about that one?

I asked Luke on the way out of the royal castle.

"I was a classmate when I was in school. He's a great Kingsguard now."

"When you say school?

"It's a cavalry. It is in the Wang capital. Yuri will be in one day too"

Really?

I've never known it before.

I was wondering if it would be something that would make me a rancher sooner or later, working for Labor as it were.

Nevertheless, a knight's house is a weird name.

The word knight must be a military term, so thank you. It sounds like a cadet school.

Let's hope I'm making a big mistake.

"Your father graduated there, didn't he?"

"No..."

Luke became a slightly bitter seeping face, as he remembered his bitter past.

Are you sick?

"I haven't graduated. I stopped on the way."

"... Really?"

He dropped out.

You seem to have reminded me of something unpleasant.

"But if it didn't work out for my father, maybe it wouldn't work for me."

When I tell you to deceive me,

"No, Yuri will be fine."

That's what Luke said. Pompous and my head in the palm of his hand.

Is an adult something that makes you want to hit a child's head?

As soon as I got out of the stone castle, the castle town was spreading.

The castle was also medium-sized, but the castle town is well built.

Buildings made of stone and bricks connect houses, with many people's streets, and are lively compared to the countryside.

Underfoot was a cobblestone lined with kicks and stones.

In time, I arrived at the bookstore.

I can't tell the difference from the building in that corner, but there's a sign hanging on the end of the house in the shape of a blade pen on top of an open book.

Instead of a sign, sculpture is more appropriate.

"I think they're probably selling it here... well, let's go in"

Luke opened the bookstore entrance and went inside.

I go on, too.

I thought it was a bookstore. When I looked inside, this wasn't a bookstore.

It's more of a stationery store than a bookstore.

It is narrowly placed on a handmade wooden shelf with various types of blade pens, notes, and colorful inks and brushes.

Behind there is a canvas with a screen or a tatami easel lined up.

Sure, it's more of a stationery store area than a bookstore if it's a diary kind of thing.

The bookstore is not where I buy my notebook.

When I looked a little, there were wooden planks and carpentry utensils.

I feel out of place, but I also use this when I practice writing with Suzuya at home.

In the soft wood that is easy to sharpen, and using the fusi-free parts of the tree, practice while writing and writing and cutting.

I don't know what kind of tree it is, but the ink doesn't seep to the bottom, so if I scrape it, the surface will come out again.

There is no such thing as cheap note paper in this world, and parchment is at great risk of being rewritten, so Luke also used this for trial writing, such as when writing letters.

But there were no books, even with wooden planks.

"Store owner, I'd like a book with nothing on it."

Luke told his grandmother who was still going to sleep.

"Was it obvious? Yes, sir."

I got a reply saying.

"It's expensive, so it's not on the table."

I see.

Indeed, if you look closely, the more luxury goods are placed in front of the store owner.

Well, if the robbery comes in, Grandma won't be able to fathom it, but I guess it works for the discount.

"Right. Let me show you something."

"This way."

And, my grandmother unlocked the crate with the key that seems to be under the counter and took the book out of it.

The book was wrapped in something like a thin cloth with oil pulled.

When I stripped the cloth, a fine book appeared.

As such, the books are arranged.

If times are times, I would even keep it in a glass case, but I guess this is what's happening because it doesn't work either.

"Here, choose"

Luke lifted me up, letting me stand on a chair that was nearby so I could see the counter.

There are about four books on the counter.

The smallest ones are really notebook sizes, so this is out of the question.

One bigger one than that is about B6, which means it's about the size of a youth comic, so this is also too small.

Conversely, the most splendid one was the one whose surface was punched over leather and whose corners were reinforced with brass or some kind of metal.

That's about the same size, but the fourth book was the one where the fitting wasn't splendid.

It is the same leather tension, but the thickness of the skin is thinner, and the skin has not been beaten.

The skin on the cover had a strap so that it could be sealed with a small key so that the contents could not be seen.

"Do you mind if I check the contents"

"Of course, I don't mind."

I got permission, so I turned the fitting around.

When I opened the inside, the contents were the same because it was blank, but the splendid one had a lot thicker skin.

Apparently parchment is something that gets thicker when you use the skin of an old beast, but isn't this a very different number of pages?

I don't think I can write the contents to Loc with this, but there are some uses in the world like a show book to keep the bookshelves filled, so on the contrary, that might be more convenient.

"I like this"

I pointed to a book that wasn't so fine.

If you turn the cover, the wooden planks that are backed don't look like cheap planks, and the way the skin is stretched is polite.

I'm not very familiar with the bookmaking, but it doesn't look like I'm doing a bad job.

"Is that all right? Because of this, and this one's fine."

"That's okay."

"You don't have to hesitate. In the long run, there is more expensive stuff in the world. Loss of money for cheap shopping…"

Shit.

"That sounds like parchment is too thick for Locke to have a page count. It may be useful because I can re-sharpen it, but I don't plan to sharpen and rewrite much, so I'd rather have more pages. It doesn't look bad."

"Oh well. I hope so..."

He seems to have managed to convince me.

"Store owner, how much is this?

"That's two thousand and eight hundred ruga."

I don't know how much it's worth to say two thousand and eight hundred ruga.

But it must be expensive.

"It's still worth it."

I said it like Luke was a little freaked out.

I knew it was expensive.

"Are you sure you want to buy it for your child?

"Oh, sort of. Tell me you want something like a diary, like a memo."

"Really? Well, then, that would be great. Because even if you think of people as important memories, you really forget them."

"Really?

Luke tilted his neck.

I didn't write a diary or anything when I was in Japan, so I don't understand the need.

I agree with my dad.

"That's right. Neither can I. At this age, I can't help but regret forgetting so many things about my father's words as a child and the recipe for the soup my mother made for me. So this shopping should be good for you, too. Because after you die, it would be sad if your child didn't remember you at all and forgot everything he said, too, wouldn't it?

Hmm. And I can make you roar.

She was a pretty good old lady to say.

It would be sad if that did happen.

"Right. That's true."

Luke seems kind of into it, too.

I don't know, he looks impressed when he does it, and he's snorting alone.

"All right, let's buy it. Do you have any fishing?

Luke took out three gold coins and placed them on the counter.

The colour is a little dull as to whether the mixture is mixed, but the original golden glow cannot be hidden.

It's definitely gold.

Does fishing mean that this makes 3,000 ruga?

Nevertheless, I didn't expect gold coins to come out in one book.