The Great Demon Lord's City Development ~The Ideal City Built with Magic, Science, and Monsters

In front of the inhabitants, it had been three days since I raised my name as a lord.

The dungeons and the city are doing well.

And not only the inhabitants, but my hunger was quenched.

Thanks to the ability to eat enough emotions, I was able to fully wield my powers as a demon king.

The inhabitants here are sending out emotions of better quality than they thought.

I guess you're just so grateful to me that you've been caught up.

... it's just that that's a problem.

Now that kind of gratitude finally quenches my hunger and I'm only in a state where I can move fully.

That's not good.

Anyway, a creature called a person quickly forgets about gratitude.

No matter how much gratitude or charity you receive, it will eventually become commonplace and you will no longer be thankful.

"Gratitude won't last long, but I can expect anything else. If so, is it best to increase the number of people"

More importantly, the basic policy when making a dungeon a city is that the amount of emotion per person covers at least a number for not earning special or strong emotions.

With more humans, we can do it without gratitude.

"I have a hand for that"

You can buy slaves in this country with abundant funds because they trade in slaves.

There are other or nearby peasants to solicit.

Aimee is a small-time writer with no land. You can fish as soon as you flirt with being able to have your own land, being paid a minimum of one meal a day, cheap taxes, etc.

Most importantly, if you imitate it like that, you'll get it from the neighboring nobles.

"It's a hassle, and you're the former. Buy a slave."

Ciel's story says this country won a big war about two months ago.

In doing so, we have acquired many slaves as spoils of war and now there is a lot of circulation.

I don't feel very good about buying slaves, but slave traders get money, slaves get a better life, and the city gets lively.

The problem is that security is going to get worse, but we just need to let the Golems guard the city for 24 hours.

Quickly, let's say we hit our hands.

"Do we have to raise and protect this city for at least twenty days? That's a long time."

The Demon King can produce one medal a month.

I originally had some other Demon King medals in hand and one [creation] medal.

I always try to have one medal for [creation].

Because when caught up, you can harness the versatility of [creation] medals and grasp the thread of reversal by producing demons according to the circumstances.

But I handed Erigor the Demon King of [Desire] the medal of [Creation] to get a dungeon in this world.

Therefore, the medal to be produced for this month had to be a replenishment of [creation].

[Creation] alone cannot produce demons. I have two more medals. And one of them needs a medal dedicated to [metastasis] abilities.

I can't go home beyond the walls of the world unless I'm a demon specializing in [transfer].

That's why [transition] medals if the medals can be produced in twenty days... create a Demon King medal that sent me into this world, and use it to create demons that specialize in [transfer] abilities.

Over there, I'm able to produce his medal because the Quinas crushed the crystal of the [transition] Demon King.

With enough belly swelling, you should be able to go home if you back up demons specializing in [metastasis].

Until then, we have to protect this stronghold at all costs, and we need a teco pocket to keep our bellies swollen.

"Master, the ritual is ready."

"Thank you, Ciel"

"If I could [fully imitate Perfect Trace], I could have been more precise, but now Ciel is incomplete."

I tried to contact Avalon using a link between the crystals, but it has failed.

It feels blocked by something thick like a wall.

That's why I had decided that if my belly swelled, I would push through with force, and that might not be enough, so I asked Ciel to create a ritual device to amplify the transmission of ideas.

"Let's go, I feel like this time is the most powerful"

"Yes. I'll bring the High Elves. It is the magic of those children that matches the magic of the Demon King."

"I'll take care of it"

... Well, what happens. I wish I could get in touch.

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Geometric patterns were engraved around the deepest part of the dungeon, the core crystal.

It's a magic formation prepared by Ciel.

Four High Elves stand outside that magic formation, enhancing their magic as they pray.

It is difficult to use the magic of others.

But after colorless the magic with Ciel's technique, tune it to be available to me by matching it to me.

"Guys, please"

That was the signal for the beginning.

Magic flows from the High Elves.

Mix the power and magic of the Demon King and hit the crystal with strength.

And start linking the crystal in Avalon to the crystal in front of you.

Through the walls of the world, my dungeons try to connect with each other.

But......

"Shit, is the wall thick after all"

The image of the thoughts flying comes to mind.

But I can't go any further somewhere deep.

Not only that, but I don't even know where I'm going.

Last time I gave up here.

But I'm in good shape right now.

Forced but forward.

High Elves pouring magic into me began to give me a distressed look. It's put a lot of strain on me.

Thoughts crossed the invisible wall.

So I notice one mistake.

It looks like we're going to keep getting hit by much worse heavy pressures from here on out, not the wall.

"Not yet, will you give up"

I can see my heart breaking all the time and put my strength into it.

I don't even know if I'm moving in the right direction.

The links between the crystals are too unreliable to see anything here.

That was the time, I felt nostalgic.

Something that's always been nearby.

It always conveys that warmth that kept me connected.

Out of the way, my heart is pounding.

Oh, yeah.

You can't forget.

This is a bond.

Our bond.

Yes, the presence of the most trusted and beloved demons, the warmth of the [Promised Demons].

I'm not lost anymore.

Beyond the walls of the world, finally connected.

Scream with all your might, don't let this wall crush you.

"I'm here!

I spoke not only in my thoughts, but also in my voice.

Ahead of this fine thread.

Deliver it, deliver it.

One of the high elves falls behind.

fainted by the depletion of magic. The loss of support suddenly draws ideas back.

The fall of one increases the burden and so do the other high elves.

I can't keep it any longer on my own.

Limits, or when I thought so, I heard a small, truly small voice.

"Master, at the same time tomorrow, I need a pass from here too"

That's where it broke off.

Everything crushes against the wall and the thought breaks.

Use all your power and I'll sit on the spot.

"Demon King, it's okay!?

Ciel rushes over and wipes my sweat.

"I'm fine.... connected. Aura noticed."

Turn it into a [pledge] demon, Aura the enchanted elf.

Just a few seconds. Just one word, but it connected.

"Ugh, but in a word, it doesn't make much sense."

"No, that's Aura. In that moment, he almost guessed the situation. [Tomorrow, at the same time, I need a pass from here] said Aura."

Aura deserves praise for choosing that word and communicating it before the thought breaks, not for the words that are happy to reunite, not for the words that worry me, not for the recent developments in Avalon.

I only said what I needed because I just barely got the pass connected and I sensed that the pass would still expire.

In addition, it can be inferred to some extent that it is a link function between crystals.

That's why the phrase [tomorrow, twenty-four hours later, I'll have a pass from here as well].

Guess this side is exhausted and needs time for the magic to recover, specifying tomorrow.

Give me a pass from the last one, too. That is the suggestion that we make a stronger path by discerning that the limit was to connect a narrow or narrow path for just a moment and picking up this path from the other side.

Aura said that at that moment, thinking so much.

"Dear Aura, that's right. That's the second most powerful demon in Avalon."

"What's the best, by the way?

No way, this guy's not gonna call himself that, is he?

"I've decided that. It's Master Duke. Ciel is fifth, by the way. Ciel, I know, but I don't feel comfortable with Duke and Aura."

Those two are different.

With Aura and Duke, it's safe to leave Avalon alone.

I can more or less imagine the third and fourth that I didn't put out in my mouth. Ciel is a confident man, but he doesn't seem to be a jerk.

By now, Aura will tell Duke it depends, and he will have assembled the power of Avalon's demons to finish preparing to connect the passes by the promised time.

Perhaps, no, the next communication will work for sure.

"Looking forward to talking to you guys."

"It is! We can all talk about how to get home. If the path connects, we can manage to get home with a metastasis."

There was more to it than I thought.

A return to Avalon would not be so far away either.