Yuusha Isagi no Maou Hanashi

Once you get back to your room.

Called again, and the destination I was guided to was the dining room.

There is one long table. I have a chair to surround me.

Somehow, I used less furniture and worked hard to make it look luxurious, and so on.

I don't have a choice. I'm running out of stuff right now.

Still, the lace tablecloths seemed superior, and the meals lined up were lavish.

I'm sure he's trying to entertain me to the fullest.

The handsome and yankees came first and sat down.

Hey, and it's handsome of you to greet me with your hands up here.

When I look at that face, I'm just a little horrified.

He sits near the center of his seat.

"Hey."

Isagi laid his back across from that diagonal.

Glasses that came into the room late.

After he looked around the room.

Opposite the Yankee who was sitting on the edge - just sat on the edge on the diagonal.

Candidates for the Demon King, meeting again for four, and so on.

Eventually the food is carried by the maids.

Though I was rather worried about what the Demons were eating.

But apparently, the Devil's diet here is no different than that of the Israelites.

Black bread full of fudge flour with a thin flavor of soup. Vegetable salad I've never seen. After the appetizer, some sautéed meat was arranged.

But, well, they all taste good.

If you don't even care who you are, you can eat enough.

(... yeah, it's similar to what you were eating in this world)

Although it may be hard for someone who has just tripped across the world.

Still, the rabbit is something I'm used to.

Instead, it's hundreds of times better than previous journeys, just served on a plate.

I would say an excellent meal.

But what about the others?

It doesn't matter. Yankees are the ones eating.

Glasses, on the other hand, just drank a little soup, nothing else on their hands.

The handsome man mouthed a fearful bread.

Face the difference in flavor a little, then crush it into a rabbit.

"Wow, you're..."

"Hmm?"

Grab the fork and give it a face.

"In this situation, you can eat properly."

"Oh, yeah, right"

Was it unnatural?

The handsome man looks flat and still seems to be spiritually present.

excuses, I add.

"Uh. Me, I can eat anything that looks like this.

The house is poor. You have to eat when you can. "

"It is. Amazing......"

"No, no, not that big a deal at all. It's just tense."

"Including that, I think it's amazing."

The handsome looks at the rabbit with a look of respect.

That kind of reaction seems kind of fresh now, too.

Yankees and glasses are silent.

As always, the air is heavy.

Other than that, there are several other maids standing, but they are all erasing signs and blending into the landscape as if it were a doll.

"Somehow, it sounds like you're still dreaming"

The handsome man is smiling bitterly.

"Oh, yeah."

Nod vaguely.

It's a big lie though. I'm really a resident of this world.

"I was about to go to a club. So, I thought I'd go to the bathroom for a minute, and when I turned around the corner, my chest suddenly started to get bitter."

I was here when I realized, he said.

I'm so sorry to hear that.

"How did Asakura-kun get here?

I was studying in the library.

It was three years ago, by the way.

By that time I was a sophomore in secondary school.

"I knew it would make my chest hurt. When you realize that, well, here it is."

"We wonder what's going to happen to each other. They said he was a demon king."

"Right. I hope it doesn't get too noisy."

"I wonder why it's us. I wish I could call in a karate teacher or a soldier, huh?

"Ha, not at all."

That's how we laugh at each other.

My glasses snapped gently.

"I want to go home..."

With just one word of it, the uplifting air will be misty.

(Oh...... I'll be Downer again)

The darkness seems to be thickening only around him.

seats on the other side of it.

"Shit, it's not good to go home."

A completely different vibe, but a tingling Yankee.

frustration came from both sides of the room,

It's like Othello, it's going to flip this far.

Then suddenly.

Yankees kick the table.

"I don't know if you'll ever need me here. Shit."

(Ha, bad attitude. No!

I'm supposed to be just an average person, but I get a little freaked out.

If Dutu talked to him, wouldn't he be a graduate?

I even float to such unnecessary worries.

"Eh, he said he'd explain, but the people just now are hard to come by... ha"

A handsome man crushes with a tearful effort.

I can't believe I'm trying to talk to you in this situation.

It's a decentralization of communication skills.

I should probably help here.

"Oh, you, are you in high school?

"Ugh, yeah. I'm a sophomore now."

That means that Isagi and the school year go hand in hand.

Then we're in the same grade.

"Right. I'm a little relieved, I'm glad I'm with Asakura-kun."

I'm turning a grin on this one.

It's a soft smile that reassures people.

"You can talk to Isa about me. I'll call it sadness."

"Yeah, well, nice to meet you, Isa."

Nico and sadness.

Looks like he's got a good personality, I think.

Good thing.

If I wasn't worried, I wasn't sure I could sit here alone.

"You don't say you want to go home."

"Yeah, well... there's someone telling me instead"

I was saddened to dive in my voice.

"The truth is, I think maybe my family and friends are worried. So I wish I could have at least just sent a letter..."

"That's right..."

Smudging and nodding isagi.

Even the summoning technique of sending just that, I should have developed it.

Haven't you got time for that?

"Isa-kun's worried about someone, right?

"... well, maybe?

So what Isagi thought of was not the alienated relatives who were in the original world.

I was one of those people who separated 20 years ago.

I laughed when I saw that sad expression.

"Hey, were you even a lover?

"Huh?"

Unexpectedly, Isagi blushed.

"Beh, nothing. That's not him."

"Isa, you look like a star."

"Chisel, chisel at all"

I was aware they were making fun of me, but I didn't feel bad about why.

Is it because my sad attitude is gentle and I find out what I'm joking about?

Or is it because it's been a really long time since I've said stupid things with my boyfriend?

(Speaking of which, I haven't fought since I was summoned as a brave man three years ago...)

Sometimes it was fun, but often not.

I hardly had a chance to calm down and talk to anyone like this.

(Hey this, might be fun)

That's when I was thinking about it.

The dining room door slowly opened.

What came was the witch and swordsman we met in the basement.

I don't see Dutu.

"Come on, motherfucker."

Yankees can curse, but the two have cool faces.

Witch's girl comes to the table and stands one finger.

"Well, the meal is poisoned."

(Ha!?

Rabbits are eaten.

(No way... I failed, I can't believe I didn't even assume that...)

The rabbit's body can be deactivated if it is somewhat poisonous.

Except for the highest-level poison - Deadly Poison.

Called here, something far-fetched continues.

Because I'm still alone.

Isagi has always had a party.

I've gotten over everything with my people.

That thing is on my back now.

(... but what the hell, for)

I don't see Sylvenia's intentions.

Maybe some kind of medicine to deprive you of your sanity?

The area is also bothered.

"Uh..."

A handsome man also blues his face.

"Come on, Gora!

Yankee got up.

Glasses that just took a sip of soup are also letting the grater wander his gaze.

Witch glances at one eye with no expression.

Or maybe that was a wink at the failure.

It's a joke.

……

What is this girl?

"Oh, my God, you're so brave."

Yankee getting up rattled and wrapping his arms around.

"Fair enough."

"Not really."

Rabbit and sorrow manage to seize it.

In the present case, the bad news is that it is 1000% Sylvenia.

Anyway, a fight isn't good.

Anticipate when you calm down and let go of your hand.

"... er, I don't have a princess, but that one has me rested because I'm not feeling well.

So I'll explain it again "

Ira speaks out with a face like she's enduring a headache.

From what I've seen of Isagi, Dutu seemed fine though.

Or maybe on this occasion, I didn't want to bring him in.

With the Yankees, it could get worse again.

I see. I'm the swordsman of the Lord's Thought.

"I am the ira of the Heavenly Birds (Angela). This is Sylvenia the Witch. I'm doing the Legion Leader and the Magic Corps Leader for this castle."

"Besides, it's our job to take care of the Demon King candidate, so I can't help but dahl and dahl anymore. - Hardly."

"... don't talk about what you don't want, Sylvenia"

frustratingly irritable.

It's not daisy.

This guy looks like a tough guy.

"... sorry. This is the last Summoner of the Existent Demons.

There are some things that have changed a little, but I want you to look at them a lot. "

Sylvenia shaking her head fluttering.

She didn't look like such a big person...

Summoning magician.

It's a kind of capable man who can connect this world to the other.

The Wizard itself is a rarity in the first place.

Magic can only be used for some extremely, intelligent things.

Among other things, summoning is special.

by infusing immense magic into the Summoning Magic Formation, which has only three on this continent.

We can summon from different worlds various powers, divine objects, or human beings like the rabbits.

A special ability to manipulate magic, which is the Summoning Mage.

(... this kid?

I don't care what you think, it just looks like junior high school.

I have no hegemony in my eyes.

It is in this world that the actual and apparent ages do not necessarily coincide, but they are too childish for that.

Or weird.

He's a freak.

"I kind of feel an evil glance at my body. Because I don't know who it is, and it's my hands that will blow up all four of them for now."

"Stop it, Sylvenia"

I can hold my head against Ila.

Ugh, and Sylvenia that leaks her voice and crushes her.

At that time, a van, and a man slapped his hand on the desk.

Yankee.

Looks like he rode a provocation with a spinal reflex.

He stares at Sylvenia and yells out loud.

"Try it! Ahem!?

Buy words for sale.

Isagi, who was nearby, was somewhat surprised, but that's all.

Interpretation is nothing but the rage of an ordinary man.

Combat power, only five? Rubbish. Such a level.

But.

Witch, shouted from the front, trembled loudly.

I thought I was visibly upset, and she narrows her eyes.

Isagi saw a faint emotion dwelling there.

As effortless as a teacher pointing to a student.

She waves up.

"... Shine"

Blink softly.

At that moment, the flash.

"Sylvenia!"

Ira screams.

A witch emits laser-like flashing heat from her fingertips.

It's not magic.

Magic.

Her magic is definitely aimed at the head of the Yankee.

If you hit me, I'll blow your head off.

Immediate death.

(You gotta be kidding me. -)

It was both Ira and Isagi who were able to react on this occasion.

Ira slightly misses the heat ray trajectory with her bare hands.

The output was squeezed because of a slight blow.

That played a role.

None of the Demon King candidates could move.

Slightly misguided thermal rays blur Yankee's head.

Yankee's hair is burned out and she dances all over.

I thought it sounded juicy, and the cafeteria wall behind it was burning.

The rabbit, prepared for when Ila failed, strokes his chest down.

At least there were no deaths.

but.

I felt like time had stopped.

The boys have just seen extraordinary power for the first time.

"... are you serious?"

The Yankee retreats slightly and sits back in the chair.

There's blood seeping through that cheek I put my hand on.

It was burned out with the laser earlier.

His face was a little blue.

"Ha, wow... magic, I guess..."

Occupying sentiments of sorrow is fear.

It seemed to represent the mood of Yankees and glasses.