Tilea's Worries

Oh, would I be so lucky......

Dear Tyrea, that I could be the faithful servant of Master Camilla. that he was added to the last seat of the Evil Gods Army. I understood by becoming a vampire and a demon clan, I realized it.

Why are humans so brittle......

Even the Wangdu security forces led by Remilia, the most powerful, are equal to children's games.

Haha, pleasure leaks. My own magic has already exceeded 10,000. It's a number I couldn't think of when I was human. Furthermore, today, the dependency of Wangdu Central Organisation ended. The Royal Family, the Alliance, the School of Magic, and all the institutions will be able to manipulate what I think is my decree.

If an omnidirectional operation were deployed that Master Tyrea would soon activate, each agency would be at the vanguard of the Evil Gods Army and push forward.

Tell them that all the families of each institution are over at the next military conference. Would you praise Lady Camilla? Or will they be blamed and cursed and kicked for "not growing at this level of merit"? Either way, I can only be sure that I'm not happy.

Delighted with paranoia, Master Nielzen rushes past the side early enough. Lady Nielzen in such a hurry is rare.

Is something wrong?

"Master Nielzen?

Speak up on Master Nielzen's back. Master Nielzen stopped his legs and turned his face to this one.

"Oh, Edim. We have an emergency meeting today. Make an appearance as soon as possible."

"Is this an emergency meeting"

"That's right. Master Tyrea, it's just a case. Keep it in mind."

"Understood."

"Um, go right away. I'll go tell the other executives."

That said, Master Nielzen went straight through the Underground Empire.

Dear Tyrea is attending the meeting!?

I never attended you before......

Hurry to the conference room in the face of tension. Entering the conference room, it was as if it were different from the usual air. Naturally, today's meeting will be set aside by Lord Tyrea. Everyone's nervous is incomparable.

And as tensions persisted, the wicked army executives assembled. In the tingly air, Tirrea's voice "to sit" echoes indoors, all seated in a chair.

And what is an urgent case?

Finally, will Lord Tyrea himself be in battle for world domination? For, Lady Camilla, Lady Tyrea, I can see your two great powers up close!

Oh, what a surprise!

Just imagine the sight of the great two ravaging their indolent mortals, thrilled and about to tremble.

But contrary to expectations, "Do something about the store deficit! It was a project."

Dear Tyrea......

Honestly, I clapped it out. Why does Lord Tyrea keep sticking to one of the stores? Is that what we're going to argue about until we stop trooping into the Manafint Federation? What do the executives think? I see the faces of the executives taking part in the military conference.

What!? There were some executives there who listened to the story with a serious face. The debate is also lively. Besides, the accusations against Master Ortizio are the same as always. What's this all about?

And in one word, Master Drewas embarrassed me for my lack of thought.

Yes, it was. The restaurant upstairs serves its own dishes. The store is nothing more than an insult to Lord Tyrea in the red. There is no way that the commander-in-chief of this flourishing Evil Army could remain insulted like this. It is indeed an agenda to be discussed as a matter of the highest priority. Although it is a dish, no trivial matter should engrave the letter of defeat on Master Tyrea.

Master Nielzen seems to feel the same way about me. He remarked that even though he was cooking, Tirrea could not be allowed to stand in the downwind. The executives haven't even put it out in their mouths, but yeah, they're snorting.

But Lord Tyrea hit things with such great speed that he made such loyal remarks.

Oh, wasn't it over the speed of sound......

The sound of the collision was heard later. Not surprisingly, Master Nielzen was down on the floor.

Hey, what a destructive power!

Dozens of people would have blown away if they were a concurrent demon clan. Master Nielzen is the only reason I've had enough injuries. Flashy executives.

And then I hear the words of Lord Tyrea, and the hissing and the cold sweat flow.

Yes, but don't insult the cooking. Now, that dish hurts Tyrean pride. Come on.

As you look at Mr. Nielzen with a concussion, be careful not to make inadvertent remarks.

Well, nevertheless, thanks......

I was about to make the same statement as Lady Nielsen. If I were you, I would have been beaten through the brain. Anyway, we have to figure out some way to open it. Lord Tyrea's honor is upon him. Desperately spinning the brain.

And......

Yes! There's something I can do! That's right. We should have all the foolish humans in our families. I order all residents to come to the store with their families. That would also increase the attraction of customers and make the store run by Lord Tyrea the number one. I speak the idea.

But Master Tyrea said, "You're licking my food!" and suffered intense reprimand.

There's a war running on my back...

Oh, Edim, why didn't you notice? My remarks were equally insulting to Master Tyrea's cooking. Master Tyrea reveals discomfort in my words and stares at them.

Ugh, the awesomeness of this absolutely powerful man. What intimidation......

Even though I know the usual gentle Tyrean, my legs tremble when they are difficult, tending to make my teeth squeak.

And anyway, I have to beg for forgiveness! I desperately spin words of apology. Did you convey your sincere apology or did you manage to get forgiveness from Master Tyrea?

Phew, my life has shrunk. I usually forget Master Tyrea because he's kind, but he doesn't have a bottom in his strength. He's a god of evil. You have to be very careful what you say and do. Especially when it comes to cooking.

And then I'm curious...

I wonder what it means to bump a cuckoo? Speaking of which, Master Tyrea was bound to stop me when I was about to eat cuckoo food. "No because it's a weakness" or "Don't go to church"?

What does that have to do with anything?

I don't know. I still can't measure Lord Tyrea's heart.

Well, does it suck to think any more? As a subordinate, we should be cautious in imitating the Lord's mind, for it is true loyalty that we devote ourselves to whatever happens.