Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

Dear Bishop,

How are you? I'm doing fine.

The other day, I had tea with the Demon King at the Imperial Capital. Walt moaned that the three men were hell, etc., but I actively interacted to get some information, and the Demon King liked the Tart I recommended and brought it home.

At one dinner party we were blinding ourselves to grasp the demon king's relationship, but the demon king was also pressed into the role of carrying even roast beef when roast beef was delicious, whether he was still alert to us. Walt ends up choosing the sauce to put on the roast beef with the Demon King. I thought I would resolutely forgive you, but now I think that might also be an operation to alarm the Demon King. I will refine myself. However, I will specify that I have built trust to the extent that you put roast beef on it from the hands of the Demon King.

The Demon King doesn't look suspicious of us. Seems like he's been thinking lately that he should have us with him to get anywhere. Surprisingly, the Demon King is out fluttering. I like to walk bareface to the lower reaches of the Imperial Capital all the time because of my patience. I don't think the person has been noticed, but it is completely scattered around me because it has a face. I can't recommend it to aim because it stands out. I can't even predict when or where it will show up because when I look away I will be gone at some point. Because of this, a squire named Keith is angry that the Demon King is going out because of our lack of control. It's a real shame.

In this way the Demon King seems to be able to move instantaneously, and vice versa, something that enters his sight is forced to move as well. A few times the one who stormed the demon king with a blade pointed at him suddenly fell into a hole he could and disappeared. He suggested that it be in the direction of grasping because we have this, and now he is dealing with it with me and Walt, but for some reason the Demon King looks very happy and is in a grumpy mood.

I also found that the demons would be on your side if you gave them sweets. He seems to be carrying candy balls and gathering a lot of information, such as Walt. The demons seem to have absolute orders from the Demon King, and they trust us as "unnamed priests” who have killed another demon. Just because the Demon King believed it and that's all.

Is it because of that? Zemes, who was our target, does not grudge. Instead, he seems to pity us swinging by the Demon King...

A demon king who flies through the sky, serves the demons and manipulates mighty magic. But being just a person, I'm sure.

Then isn't it possible to reconcile? I explored the Demon King and his surroundings for about half a month, and wanted to declare so and take a brush.

There were also several raids, was that at the hands of the church? If so, the results should be in your ears. Being hostile to the Demon King is not a good idea.

As I mentioned earlier, the Demon King is beginning to trust us. This letter won't even be censored. If the bishop wishes, I want to make that bridge.

I would love to think about it.

Sincerely, Kyle

"Oh, Walt. Break?"

I was delayed in putting on my usual joking smile because I was delayed in thinking.

Rinse through the soup, take a breath and get in shape.

"Yes, lunch. Master Claude's escort is switching with Kyle."

What do you say, Lord Claude's escort?

"It's going well, huh?

Trying to lift a cup with tea, Irene laughed furiously as she loosened her blonde hair. I guess it's in her ear so much that it's swinging.

(... but you don't seem to know that the Demon King has been raided)

If I had known, I would have yelled at the Demon King angrily. Yes. Maybe the Demon King is hiding it. There was a strange sense of superiority in knowing it and being perceptible.

I see, these are the perks of an escort.

I drink tea. I hide and laugh.

"Oh, did you just laugh?

"No, no. So, what can I do for you?

"Because I was thinking with a rare and serious face"

"It's not your fault?

"Aren't you in some kind of trouble? Like a church."

You're good at concealing professional patterns, facial expressions. But this time, I looked back at Eileen.

I've been thinking about this for a long time, but I think this woman has something different. Now I know clearly that that wasn't because I was dressed as a man or because I was the fiancé of the Demon King.

She knows something, even Walt doesn't know much.

Tell her you'll excuse me, and Eileen will take the seat in front of her. He lurked his voice softly with an elegant grin on his mouth.

"As you know, the Church will surely abandon you."

"... Oh no - Iri, we were sold out of church. It's none of your business."

"We do not ask you to be on our side. I can't rely on loyalty. But more time than Master Claude's back shield."

Irene gently covered her hand with a warm hand while holding the fork.

"So don't do it. Make sure you're safe."

Walt manages to make a grin with only his lips as he is given a twitching temperature in his cold hands.

"It's like you're worried about us."

"I'm worried about you. If anything happens, Master Claude will grieve."

I could somehow imagine that, and I couldn't laugh it off.

"Tell me what you want me to do. Guess what, sweet thoughts don't make me wish."

That's also true.

I found myself holding my breath all the time, and I took a deep breath.

"... but you can't help them even though they don't want to, can you?

"As a result, there's nothing wrong with you if you don't mind them hitting on you."

Clean and clear, Irene said.

"If you want to help, help me."

That's the first time I'm aware of it when they say that.

(Well, do I want to help?)

I want someone who doesn't even want to get away with it.

An idiot bumped head-on without even realizing his secret wish. Even though that's not the person that works.

"... well. Sounds like Iri."

"So, what do you want me to do?

Walt lifted his forehead and closed one eye properly to Eileen, who was waiting for her to tilt her ankle a little and have fun.

"Unfortunately, nothing."

"In the course of this story? Stubborn. It's strong to ask for help."

"Enough, I need to talk to Mr. Claude."

Instead Irene bends her lips to the letter to.

That was creepy and made me laugh.

"... you rely on Master Claude? Wouldn't that be against the rules?"

"Nice, I love disobedience"

"But if you're counting on Master Claude, be careful what you do."

Standing up Eileen looks down with her arms together.

"He only knows how to use common sense once in a while."

"Yeah, I agree with that"

Nodding back deeply, Eileen laughs happily and returns the obsession.

(Nice lady.)

It is just against the rule that more demon king understanders look happy. I thought you were cute.

Of course, though I don't have the courage to sell fights to the Demon King.

Offer a tray for lunch and aim for the office for a change. I could see the humans running around to encourage recovery along the way. If I observe it again this way, I feel a lot less aristocracy.

(Speaking of which, was the Demon King reformed? Zemes will take over sooner or later......)

Walt doesn't think that the Demon King will become an emperor. Humans are creatures who don't choose to be right. It doesn't matter how good governance you have. Believe the false alarm to be true, I do not doubt that I am right, but can be eliminated in order to rebel and defend it in the name of justice.

Well, Demon King. If you're going on board, you should think of it as a mudship.

"Kyle, take turns"

"Oh."

But I'm sure when it sinks, if you don't think I'll regret it.

"Dear Claude. Can I talk to you for a second?"

After confirming Kyle was leaving the room, Walt stood in front of the concierge.

Claude answers as he runs his signature with a feather pen in writing.

"Can't you do it later?

"We have betrayed you."

When Claude squealed his fingers properly, the writing disappeared. The feather pen flutters and subsides on its own.

Slowly narrow your red eyes and the Demon King laughs.

"Let's talk"