The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

"Hey! Wait!

Arriving in a great panic, he heard me scream, and Lyao turned from the ride and looked surprised.

"Whole thing, stop!

Saying so and stopping the bird squad from moving, Lyao stepped out of the cakedri, as a courtesy to his superior officer.

I, too, got off the cakedri the same way and met him on the ground.

And Lyao whispers so that the members don't hear him.

"You're not coming, so I was just about to cut the paralysis and leave. If we talk about it now, we'll just buy it."

Behind Lyao, members of the crew straddle the driving birds wearing meibomi leather armor.

I was in the role of lecturing the sender, but I was late.

I've been waiting a long time for a quote, what the hell, let's go now. I guess that's what happened.

Lyao's right, if I'm running late, and I'm going to make a great speech there, it's a big one.

"I'm sorry. One carriage is coming now. I'm late for that."

"Carriage? I didn't ask you."

"I didn't think I'd make it either."

If you look behind the step row, you can see another carriage coming from behind several carriages.

"That's it. Can you carry him at last?

"Well, there's about one more, I don't know..."

"Yuri, what's wrong?

Myalo came too.

Myalo was riding a young female bird, wrapped in thin leather armor on her luxurious body.

He wears a triangular clasp from his right shoulder to his left armpit to protect his heart.

The armor is particularly thin, so I guess it makes sense to reinforce it.

It looks light, and it's not a bad piece of armor.

Pak from my parents house...... no, did you borrow it?

"I have one more piece of luggage I want you to take. It arrived this morning."

Even so, it is morning at times, so when it comes to this morning it is still this morning.

"I'm not eating the contents. Please don't take the front off."

"Okay."

Myalo nodded.

"And water and fire are strictly forbidden. So don't even take the front line between the camp. If you go in with fire powder by mistake, you're in trouble."

"Yes, I'll be careful"

The control of the goods is supposed to be Myalo's area, so Myalo will manage it.

You can rest easy if you leave it to Myalo.

After giving the supply team that much encouragement, I went back to the dorm and I fell asleep in bed.

I've been concerned since yesterday, so I'm slightly tired.

All you have to do is leave in thirteen days at King Eagle.

In the meantime, I have some things to do, but I have about time to go to bed.

I went to the harbor early this morning and have been moving around ever since, so I'm pretty sleepy.

The bay lying between Siyarta and Kirchna is called Shamil Bay.

The bay is rather narrow, even if it is just limp around Sibyak and not called the Inland Sea.

Unlike horses and driven birds, Wang Eagle can cross this strait because he is not restricted by terrain except by mountains so high.

The width of the strait is roughly about 3/4 of the king eagle's limit flight distance, so there is plenty of room.

Nevertheless, even though the terrain has nothing to do with it, that's a story if it can fly smoothly.

If you're going to land in trouble, naturally it's the ocean down there, so you're going to drown.

It must be dangerous when it comes to danger that a situation in which landing is not allowed lasts 3/4 of the limit flight distance.

Still, if you bypass the strait and go around the bay, you'll go over five times as far.

That's a ridiculous waste of time.

So I, too, used this route the other day when I came back.

Envoys travelling back and forth between Sibyak and Reformation are routinely used, so they are not considered so dangerous.

Between the envoys, methods have traditionally been established using a compass, with an accident rate of not more than 1%.

What becomes a danger element is more than navigation and driving skills, but rather the physical control of Wang Eagle, who rests well before the flight, feeds him a nutritious meal, sees how things go for a while after he starts flying, and if he sees defects, turns back before he reaches an irrevocable point. That becomes most important.

Responsibilities The only thing that matters is the leading rider of the directions...... I mean, I'm the only one, so the rest of us just follow.

Sleeping slightly, Gachari and the door opened.

Who is it?

When I opened my thin eyes, it was Carol.

Well, I guess so.

Dora and Myalo left today, so it's about Carol and me coming to this room.

If I were to come back, I'd be like a killer.

I may not be a joke, but a killer, so I was staring.

Nevertheless, Carol was scheduled to give an encouragement today before coming out with me.

I'm late, but Carol must have done a good job.

I might be told a novel when I wake up.

Suppose I keep pretending to sleep like this?

"Are you asleep?

He's asleep, so I didn't answer.

If you haven't come to anger, you'll have to run errands and go home.

He approached me in a slightly loud footsteps and seemed to stop beside my bed.

What the fuck?

Are you going to force me to wake up by cutting my bee and falling off my heel as it is?

Impossible, so I got a little worried.

"... it's morning ~"

And I've said it in a whisper.

Even in the morning, it's almost noon.

If you look at the watch Senior Lily gave you, you would be referring to about ten o'clock now.

I have my eyes closed, so I don't know what kind of rash I've been saying.

If you don't know the expression, the voice alone is hard to guess what the situation is.

Well, if you stay asleep, one of these days you'll go away.

I don't seem to have an errand.

Probably just came to get clothes and books.

As it were, enough had passed.

Even so, I didn't look at the clock, and I'm just keeping my eyes closed, so my sense of time may be paralyzed.

Not enough when you're reading an interesting book, not enough when you're putting up with the bathroom.

Actually, maybe five minutes......

But what is this guy doing?

I can't open my eyes, so I just have to judge by the sound, but I don't sound like paper rubbing, so I don't even seem to be reading the book.

There's been some unhurried reports, waiting for me to wake up?

Are you free?

But you're not always staring at me.

Maybe he's asleep, or he's playing with no sound... like Ayatoli or something.

No, don't you?

...... Oh, that's already soggy.

I shouldn't have fallen asleep.

Why is it taking the form of a patience comparison?

Let's pretend we just woke up and open our eyes.

At the moment I thought, I felt something touching my forehead on the pretend.

Carol touched my forehead lightly with her fingertips.

Then he moved it softly to the left and right, paying for the hair on his face.

Ugh......

I was suddenly touched, so I accidentally freaked out my eyebrow root.

Carol's fingers pampered away at that time.

I did it.

It gets weird sleeping like this.

That's what I noticed. I got up with my eyes wide open.

"Hmm...? Is that Carol?"

I look at Carol as I squeeze my eyes.

I've been asleep. It's an act.

Carol was hardened.

It was as rigid as a middle school student who found herself doing an array she didn't want her parents to see.

What can I do for you?

"Oh, oh, yeah! An errand!"

Interestingly wandering.

"Are you here now?

"Oh, yeah! Hey, I just got here!

Liar.

"What's the errand?"

"Oh, uh, oh, yeah. Wow, I forgot."

Forget it.

Apparently, you didn't really have an errand.

"Well, then, I'll come back when I remember!

Carol raised her hand pat and left the room in a hurry.

What the hell is that guy?