It seems that while being often warned about such dangers, many people think that they alone would be able to elude them.
They believe that outrageous difficulty would not befall upon their own lives.
However, disaster sometimes comes.
Inescapable situations can occur without any significant reason even to virtuous, hardworking, unselfish, and humble people and to able-bodied, cautious, and wise people.
Bad luck──
It is possible for life to be stolen by something unreasonable that could only be called bad luck.
Zircon Tower City, which was located in the former Demon King territory, was abruptly met with an unreasonable risk of destruction without any sort of logical connections.
The Demon King was revived in who knows where, and a newly formed Demon King Army had come to invade it.
The evacuation of the citizens was delayed, the army that should have defended them was defeated, and it seemed as though a massive killing was inescapable.
They were in a desperate situation with no escape.
However, the town could be saved. It was because with Diablo having defeated the Demon King Army’s commanding officer, the war situation was reversed.
They were saved!
The town continued their revelry until late into the night by this miracle.
Even though the war happened at noon, and the people were probably completely exhausted, the hustle and bustle did not settle down even once the date had changed.
They’re so noisy that I can’t sleep──is what Diablo thought.
However, that just showed that they were that delighted……
And after thinking about the outcome that he had brought about, he did not feel bad about it.
「Well, it’s great that we were able to protect them.」
Diablo dived onto the bed.
Having their work evaluated, the inn that the Feudal Lord had prepared for them was of the highest grade in Zircon Tower City.
Amazingly, it was a bed that used springs. Going *kii kii*, it creaked.
「So soft.」
Since it was a single person room, Diablo muttered that as his original self.
The young Pantherian girl Rem, the runaway Elven princess Shera, the High Chief Priest Lumachina, and the Grasswalker Horun (12 years old). These girls were in their own separate rooms.
Since it seemed like the Magimatic Maid Rose would go through the floor, she did not stay in the inn.
Since she could not sleep outdoors, only Rose returned to his base, the 《Demon King’s Underground Labyrinth》.
Due to Diablo having destroyed a majority of the traps, the restoration of those and a guard of the Treasury were needed.
And so, right now, he was alone──
It has been a while since this happened.
It felt like his voice hit the walls.
Before he was summoned to this other world, he was always alone.
Spreading out both arms on the large bed without any reserve, it felt liberating……a bit lonely……
Going *fuwawah*, he yawned.
Outside, a chorus started for the nth time. He didn’t know if it was the national anthem or a war song, but it felt as though he would learn the melody of it soon. Even with it being that boisterous, drowsiness had come.
Both his HP and MP had recovered with potions, but it seemed that fatigue had accumulated from the series of battles over the past few days.
Diablo closed his eyes. His consciousness sunk into a mire.
*Don don!*
A sound different from the noise outside occurred from nearby.
He realized that the door was knocked on.
Making a short pause, he consciously took Demon King-like behavior. In order to hide his original self……
He talked with a voice that was as low as possible for him.
「Ku ku ku……To disturb my slumber, who goes there?」
Diablo had difficulty talking with people. He was super bad with talking with women in particular. Words would stop coming out whenever he exposed his original self.
That is why he masqueraded with the Demon King-like attitude that he performed in the game. Thanks to that, he was just barely able to converse with his surroundings.
He did feel that unnecessary trouble occurred due to his Demon King role play though……
Since he would become unable to say anything other than 「Ahー」 or 「Uhー」 whenever his original self tried to talk, it couldn’t be helped.
A voice came from the other side of the door.
「It is I (yo). It would be favorable if you have awakened, for I wish to talk with you.」
──Yo!?
He was sure that it would be Rem or Shera or any of his other companions, but it wasn’t any of their voices. It was a much more adult woman.
He only knew of one person that referred to themselves as “yo” in this town.
However, that person had a high position.
Would she come to a single room of an inn late at night?
While being half in doubt, Diablo got off of the bed and undid the room’s lock. He opened the door.
Someone wearing a black robe stood there.
The face that he could see inside of her hood was shapely, and her pupils were deep crimson as if they were on fire. As he thought, he didn’t mistake her for another person.
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