The mont the Demon Lords' Army's decision assembly was over and they exited the castle gate, Suzuki fell into a heap on the spot. Nephira looked at Suzuki with concern.
"What's wrong? Are you all right?"
"Ah, Ahaha. It's just... the tension I'd been holding on to had been finally released. But I… I did everything I could!"
Suzuki's face appeared tired but satisfied with his work. He stood up and asked Nephira.
"Hey, Nephira. What do you think of what I just said? I'd like to hear your honest opinion."
"About that…"
Nephira put her hand on her chin and murmured.
"You said sothing like 'yap yap,' I think."
"No, I didn't SAY anything like yap yap at ALL!!"
From Nephira's point of view, Suzuki, who was talking so earnestly, was just as lovable and heartwarming as watching your own child and was thinking inside her heart, "Hang in there! Do your best!"
She didn't rember what Suzuki said at all.
"Kiru!? You heard right, didn't you!?"
Kiru, who was standing next to Nephira, gave Suzuki a thumbs-up.
"Yea! I heard you! But I couldn't make any sense of what it ant!"
Suzuki slumped down on the spot again as if he had lost all his strength.
"Haa—Ah… I, what in hell did I…"
ru's cheerful voice greeted the dejected Suzuki.
"But, But—! There were so many demons from the upper ranks! So of those demons may have shared Suzuki's thoughts on this!—!"
"T-That's right, ru!"
"Yes, that's right!—! But I had absolutely no idea what you were talking about—!"
"Damn it all!!"
"…Then, let's go ho. To Leirune."
Nephira said. Suzuki walked totteringly out of the imperial castle.
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The imperial capital, Castle Town, which had turned into a den of demons.
Today, a tavern was occupied by a group of beastn.
A beastman with a tiger head held a cask of sake and spoke out loud.
"My older brother, did you see? That cute human."
In front of him, a beastman with the head of a lion bit off the roasted leg of a human, and answered.
"Yea. He was saying sothing like yap yap."
The tiger beastman nodded.
"The content of the speech was unclear and did not make any sense to . Even so, I was convinced."
Then he turned to face the lion beastman.
"If we can get our hands on him, the Beast King's Oni Squad will be reborn!"
The Beast King's Oni Squad had been in a state of semi-collapse since its leader, Raigus, was killed in battle at the hands of human rebels.
The lion beastman thought. The unparalleled, unprecedented cuteness was certainly comparable to the Six-Type Spirit Vessels. If they could obtain that cute human, the Beast King's Oni Squad would regain its forr glory.
(No… On the contrary, I might even be able to put the entire Demon Lord's army under our control!)
While burning with a hidden ambition, it devoured the human leg whole. The beastman's face then contorted into a ferocious lion's grin.
......
A doll made entirely of stitched-up parts unsteadily walked around the imperial city at night. From behind the doll, a young man with a rotting body called out.
"Lord Duma. Where are you going?"
Every ti the man spoke, black blood spewed from his mouth. The flesh of the man's face had been scraped away, exposing his rotting innards.
"Lord Duma. Lord Duma."
The undead called out to him over and over again—
"S-Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! Shut up!"
The doll was so furious that it bit into the nape of the undead's neck. Its needle-like teeth tore off the undead's neck.
"S-Silence, Silence, Silence, Silence!"
"Lord… Duma… a…"
As his head was bitten off, the undead soon ceased moving.
Without looking back at the handso undead boy he had spent so much ti creating, the doll demon walked down the alley.
That human he saw at the campaign eting. How about his cuteness, yapping about sothing with a big grin on his face? Compared to that, all of Duma's corpse collection seed like garbage.
"W-Why, only the T-Thunder-Lance Charge, has the s-s-sole right to that thing?"
He muttered to himself, moving his mouth with a kapakapa sound.
(Lord Demon Lord, Serphiano… Not involved, not involved! Geez, it doesn't matter, either way!)
The murky lack of what he desired heated up the bloodless chest of Duma, the commander of the Immortal Fleet of the Demon Lord's Army.
"T-That, I-I, It's mine and mine alone! W-W-Want, Want, Want, Want, Want!"
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The night after the campaign eting.
Up in the side tower of the Imperial Castle, Serphiano, the chief strategist of the Demon Lord's Army, was alone, gazing at the moon. Quietly, as if in ditation, she reflected on the current situation surrounding the Demon Lord's army.
…The appearance of humans with new abilities.
…The life or death of Leelou Dinsion.
…Furthermore, an unsettling atmosphere was drifting inside the Demon Lord's Army.
She concentrated on the third eye on her forehead. However, even with Serphiano's Clairvoyant Eye, it was impossible to predict what was about to happen.
Looking at the stars in the sky, Serphiano pondered about the far future.
How will it be a hundred years from now? Will it be the Demon Lord's army that will rule the world? Or will it be humans?
(Or——)
Tired of thinking, Serphiano pulled a crystal ball from her pocket. Spell-bounded, she looked at the image of Suzuki that she had secretly taken at the conference hall with the image-saving feature that she had recently developed.
The world is about to enter an era of turmoil. But, well, that being said…
Suzuki is cute.
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