Chapter 1149 - Today's Demon King
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And so, kaboom.
"Come to think of it, this is the west side. I wonder if it's because it's in the direction of the Western Camp (us)."
"Now, I wonder. If the hypothesis that dungeons are training devices for players is correct, then it's certainly possible that the [Sage] or their associates built it..."
"It's not impossible, right?"
"Yes, I don't think it's unlikely. Besides, there are many creation-type dungeons on the west side."
Then, thud.
"It's possible that the Pillars built it, rather than NPCs (humans)."
"Or the Goddess-sama?"
"If I were to believe my own theory, that would be 'no.'"
"Sorry, I haven't been able to watch yesterday's archive yet."
"I know. You fell asleep during Sora's turn."
"Whoa, I've been detected... well, I have a grasp of what you did, though—"
And──── kaboom-thud-crash.
While Iris and Nia, the two who didn't have a single turn, continued their harmonious and peaceful chat. What echoed in the 'castle' that looked like a child's toy-like pop and fantasy no matter where you looked, was the sound of the trampling by the angel who followed the Magic Swords that flashed in all directions.
Whether it was the candy craft soldiers, the licorice guard dogs, the cotton candy fairies, or the cookie tanks, all were equally cut, shattered, and ground down before disappearing without a trace as blue phosphorescence.
That sight was truly...
"Wow—honestly... ────Yo, Demon King-sama!!!"
"Keep it up, Demon King-sama."
When they described her as such, from the midst of the former battlefield that had closed its curtain in a few seconds just like before. The angel—or rather, the Demon King—turned around with a snap and...
"I-I'm going to get angry...!"
""Even when you're angry, you're cute.""
"Ngh...! Honestly...!"
A scene that had been repeated countless times. While puffing out her cheeks slightly as they turned red, she protested against the heckling (teasing), but the stronghold of the two older girls who had teamed up did not waver.
Then, while the immature seniors smiled at Sora, who deepened her scornful look.
"I mean, it's a scene that can only be described as 'a Demon King who suddenly attacks a castle and commits as much unreasonable violence as possible'────even though you're so cute."
"Hmm..."
Approaching, on the right. Nia, who was carrying out further meddling, poked her cheek.
"I wonder if Nia and I, watching from behind, are like the Demon King's staff or the true masterminds. It's a plot where the Demon King wasn't the true evil────since you're such a cute thing."
"Mui..."
Similarly, on the left. While continuing the teasing in parallel with the balance adjustment, Iris also poked her cheek────and Sora, while complaining, let them do as they pleased.
Someone somewhere said, 'Sora isn't scary even when she's angry. She's so not scary that I end up feeling apologetic on my own,' and it was exactly like that.
In a sense, she's the "strongest" type. Whether she gets angry or gives a lecture, it leads to being loved, so no dislike arises, and she has a natural talent for making people think, 'I have to improve.'
...Well,
"Now, now, let's go, let's go, Demon King-sama (Sora-chan). Tell me if you're tired, I'll give you a massage."
"Let's go, Demon King-sama (Sora). Tell me if you're tired, I'll give you a lap pillow."
"Ah, that's unfair. I want the lap pillow (that) too."
"No, it's mine. Nia can just massage her hands or feet on the side."
Looking at the troubled people who couldn't improve because of their closeness and prioritized doting on her, the girl stared at them alternately with eyes of resignation while her cheeks were being squished and poked infinitely...
"............────I'm going to tell Helena-san and Kagura-san."
""Wait.""
Along with announcing her finishing blow, she used a skillful movement that was extremely unsuited to her appearance and atmosphere to break through the encirclement. Slipping past their hands, she began to walk ahead briskly.
And leaving behind the two who had suddenly turned from soft expressionless faces to serious ones, and from grins to serious ones... ────about an hour since the start of the laps. While climbing the pop yet solemn stairs leading to the innermost grand hall where the boss sat, which she had already passed through many times.
"............Honestly, really."
The angel, also known as the Demon King, while blocking the gazes that were chasing her with her back.
With a troubled face whose cheeks were quite relaxed to be called displeased... her somewhat rough footsteps, intended to show that she was angry, did not slow down so that they wouldn't catch up.