The Demon King's Daughter is the World's Strongest but a Shut-In! ~Shut Herself in an Aban

"So, what are you going to do with a fight?

"Right. The patron saint still needs strength to protect the village. So fight with an arm wrestle!

"Okay."

This could have been a dangerous place if they applied for an arithmetic battle or something.

But with simple power, Iris didn't feel like losing to anyone on this earth.

"If you're going to arm wrestle, wouldn't this desk or something just right?

Cheryl was left at the church, bringing a small desk.

Iris and Muriel hold each other's fists on it and take an arm wrestling stance.

"Well, then, yes!

The arm wrestling began on the signal of Eclipse.

At first, I was worried that such an old desk could withstand the arm wrestling between the Demon Nation and the Patron Saint - but I was worried.

Muriel had a weak mess.

Before my desk broke, it was settled in an instant.

"Bye! Iris is too strong!

"No… Muriel is too weak. Just try it with Cheryl."

"You can beat a normal human on a boulder."

"That's right. I'm a weak maiden, aren't I?

"Fine. Just a little."

And, Iris gave the two of them an arm wrestle.

As a result, it was Cheryl who won.

"…… I, in fact, have the arm power of the divine class!?"

Cheryl opens her eyes and stares at her own hand, which defeated Muriel.

"No, no. I knew Muriel was too weak."

"Ugh... you just materialized and you don't have the strength... and the strength of the arm wrestle has nothing to do with the patron saint!

"I thought you said you had an arm wrestle."

"You made a little mistake! Strength is important... but it's not in action that determines it! That's why we're fighting!

On the walls of the church stands the hawk that Cheryl always uses to clean it.

Muriel took it and set it up like a sword.

I have no choice but to set up the mop that Cheryl always uses, just like Iris does.

Eat it.

Muriel came under attack with a hoe.

But it's slow enough to get acquainted.

Iris plays the attack easily with a mop.

The hoax falls to the floor and rolls empty.

Iris then taps Muriel's head gently with a mop.

"Yes, it hurts then..."

Muriel's eyes wept as she rubbed where she was slapped with a mop.

"Sister Iris, you can't bully the weak."

"That's right, Master Iris. Please get along with Muriel."

"I didn't mean to bully you...... sorry. Okay, okay. It hurts. It hurts. Fly away."

With that said, Iris used healing magic on Muriel's head.

Then Muriel stopped crying.

"Oh... it doesn't hurt."

"I didn't hit him that hard originally. So, you want me to win?

"Mmmm... apparently the strength is slightly higher in the Lord."

"A little or whatever, but if I win, does that mean I'm the best? Give me back my punigami."

Muriel has been sitting in Punigami since just now.

Punigami's puffy body is all-purpose with a hug, okay, fall asleep, okay, sit down. I also know what it's like to have a monopoly all the time.

But that's why punigami is important to Iris.

"No, not yet! My concubine didn't lose! The character of the patron saint depends more on how happy he is than on strength! So fight with your contribution to this land!

It's a pretty bad old god.

Nevertheless, how is contribution measured?

When Iris was wondering, Marion came there.

"Iris, are you awake? That's happening! Oh, that, is it past lunch now!?"

Marion is a dragon, but he usually spends his time transforming himself into a human figure.

However, since the magic of transformation is immature, it cannot be a complete human figure, with a knot on his head and a tail growing from his buttocks.

Marion, wandering over what was happening to Iris, exposed the confusion not only by expressing his expression, but also by fluttering his tail stretched out of his skirt.

"Morning, morning. You don't have to be surprised that I'm up all morning."

"No, no. Because I'm usually surprised. So, who's sitting on that punigami? He doesn't seem to be human."

"Oh, your lord is a dragon girl, Marion. The concubine is Muriel, the patron saint of this land. Admire it!

"When I met him, he suddenly told me to worship him... and I felt like he was in a different dimension."

Marion will still be a pulled face, too.

Perhaps ten people will react the same way as all ten.

"Hey, Muriel. You should stop telling people to worship you when you meet them. Because they think he's definitely weird. First, I need you to understand that I'm God."

While Iris advised that, he thought that it wouldn't be suspicious if the first person he met mentioned that he was a god or something.

But Muriel is actually a god, so there's nothing more to it than having him figure it out.

"Is that so………? Then explain. The concubine is not the patron saint!

"Wow..."

Marion sees the poor man.

I don't completely believe Muriel's words.

Naturally.

I have too little context.

Muriel doesn't have enough effort to make sure he understands.

"Stop that eye! Explain it in proper order, so listen."

And Muriel explains how it has been since 300 years ago.