COS Dazai Osamu’s I Got Into the Conan Crew

"Tsushima...young master." The man standing beside the throne with a tray in one hand hesitated.

Should I tell Kayo...

Zero may have taken a lot of photos...

"Huh? You should call me His Majesty the Demon King, Mr. Luchuan." The young man propped his head on one hand, sat comfortably on the throne, and said casually.

Scotland: Forget it, let's not tell him.

It seems that Kayo himself is enjoying himself, and he probably doesn't care about being photographed.

"Okay, Jin... His Majesty the Demon King." Scotland changed his words with a serious face.

Just be happy.

...

During a relay race.

In the arena, people wearing sportswear with the word "devil king" written on it and the word "must win" wiped their foreheads are full of desire for victory.

"We are the subjects of His Majesty the Demon King..."

"We will accept the victory!" He clenched his fists, full of confidence.

Opponent next to him: ...

Looking at a group of people with raging fire behind him, the opponent fell into deep thought.

this class...

Are they all secondary illnesses?

as well as……

They looked at the pictures on the big screen in the sports meeting and were puzzled.

Shouldn't footage of our game be shown? Why is that guy taking up half of the screen! ! !

but……

They looked at the young man sitting on the throne on the screen. Even though the other party was wearing outrageous clothes that looked like he was enthroned, he still didn't look obtrusive. On the contrary, he felt that he should be so dignified.

Plus the man standing next to each other, carrying a tray with juice and desserts.

And the girl cheerleaders who kept singing and dancing behind the opponent.

Opponents: Damn, I'm so envious——! !

Can a good-looking, rich and famous detective be so great? ! ! !

Yes, it's really that amazing.

It can be even more remarkable.

They immediately looked deeply shocked, and ended the game in a daze.

Gazed and lost the game.

"What the hell are you..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." the members who lost the game hugged each other's squad leader and wept bitterly.

"It's the devil, Shuji Tsushima, that guy is definitely the devil..."

"Woo woo woo..."

"Damn it, I'm so envious, everyone is a student..."

"Why does that guy have his own throne! Woohoo." They were crying with envy.

Squad leaders: ...

They looked at each other with helpless expressions.

"Wash up and sleep, there is everything in the dream." They comforted the students in their class.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..." Suddenly, a group of people cried louder.

"I didn't feel anything when I lost the game. What you said, monitor..."

"Damn it, why are the unwilling tears falling from my mouth involuntarily..."

Several people bit their handkerchiefs with tears in their eyes.

Squad leaders: ... Oh.

"Don't think about it, it's hopeless."

...

"Damn it, why doesn't our class have a brave man who can fight against the devil!!!"

"Isn't this momentum completely crushed!"

"How can you win the game!"

Some people clenched their fists unwillingly.

But no one answered him, he raised his head blankly and looked around.

I saw other people who were limp and even yawning.

"Aren't you...are you going to resist?!" He couldn't bear to ask.

"Ah? Why resist?" The speaker yawned, looking at a loss.

"Isn't this cool? His Majesty the Demon King... something."

"We are not brave men looking for death."

It's hopeless, this group of people have already regarded themselves as defeated dogs.

...

"Next, the winning class will come forward to receive the award..." The voice of the broadcast spread throughout the arena.

The ones who won the most victories were those who claimed to be the Demon King's Army...

"Wait a minute!" The representative they elected stood up and spoke with a calm expression.

Shuji Tsushima who sat on the throne and watched the game was bored and began to drink juice: ...This is really...not good...

"This class representative, what can you do?" The person in charge of presenting the award asked very kindly.

After all... there are a lot of parents in the audience today.

"We can become the winning class, the greatest credit should be attributed to a classmate..." The representative reached out to support his glasses, and the lenses reflected a bright light.

"We hope to invite him to the stage to accept the award together." The representative said without any hesitation.

The teacher who was in charge of presenting awards: ...Does that mean I am not worthy to present awards to you?

"The classmate you mentioned...is..." He took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Hmph." The representative held his glasses and hummed softly.

"That's the one sitting on the audience stage, His Majesty the High Demon King—" He turned around the field and stretched out his hand towards a very conspicuous area on the audience stage.

"Ah—" He put one hand on his chest.

"Your Majesty—" shouted affectionately.

Shuji Tsushima: ...

Behind the cheerleading girls, a group of figures who had finished the game appeared.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty," they said, raising the throne.

All the way down the audience platform.

Standing where he was, Scotland watched helplessly as the boy was carried down with the throne, and silently put down the tray.

I hope they can carry it more stably, and don't drop Kayo.

Shuji Tsushima was carried to the podium together with the throne he was sitting on.

Shuji Tsushima: ...Let's just sit down, I don't really want to stand up~

The boy's sitting posture remained unchanged, and his expression did not fluctuate.

"Your Majesty, this is what we dedicate to you, a medal that belongs to the champion..."

"Of course, you may not look down on these at all..." The representative stuffed the crystal trophy into Shuji Tsushima's arms, while hanging the gold medal around Shuji Tsushima's neck.

"...This... If so..."

"Let's take a group photo together..." the school representative suggested with a trembling tone as he wiped off his sweat.

"one two Three……"

"eggplant--"

"Crack."

In the group photo, the teenager sitting on the throne holds a scepter in one hand, a crystal trophy in his arms in the other, a gold medal, and a crown. He is surrounded by cheerleading girls and classmates in sportswear with a cold expression. .

...

The crown of the throne and the cloak of the scepter are performance props of the drama club. As soon as the sports meeting is over, Shuji Tsushima wants to take them off.

The people from the drama club said, "After watching Tsushima-kun use these things, I feel that other people are not worthy..." while trying to pack these things to Shuji Tsushima.

However, Master Shuji Tsushima is not someone who will take other people's things at will. Under his constant refusal, the members of the drama club had to give up.

"The throne and clothes of the Demon King..."

"It's decided! These will be the treasures of our township from now on!" The members of the drama club had earned expressions.

Shuji Tsushima: ...Hey, sure enough, my charm is unstoppable~

On the audience stage, a man wearing a peaked cap and holding a camera kept taking pictures from the beginning to the end.

The man in black didn't let go of his mobile phone.