The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

I've always been good at getting sleepy.

If I was blurry, a year would have passed.

I was practicing standing and walking in those days.

It seemed as easy as standing and walking, but my legs fell out like someone who had just slept for about six months and I couldn't rely on them, plus the specific gravity of my head was too large and very difficult to balance.

Somehow, I seem to have become an organism that I can't walk even if I want to.

I don't know because apparently this family has a habit of celebrating their birthday, and I wasn't counting the days either, but the season was just around the corner and they apparently had a birthday celebration.

Even so, I didn't really feel like I was throwing a party because I didn't get to eat a treat and the meal was just as usual.

However, it was obvious that I was the lead, so I guess it's still my birthday.

Looking at the routine and analyzing it, this family had a stoic life and rarely seemed to go out with a family or anything like that.

Very few visitors either.

It was kind of a strange family.

His father leaves early in the morning and returns at night, but sometimes he doesn't return for days.

The mother, first of all, is always at home.

I'm a baby who can't even stand up, so I don't care if she goes somewhere.

My mother put on something, spoke to me without understanding the language, and made me progress in language learning.

Dad, I somehow guessed while my mom or so had been told a few times, so I immediately remembered.

When I used it from the one I remember, it kind of surprised me, but even if I did something like spare time, learning would be delayed, so I guess this is fine.

Of all those warm, mediocre routines, three years went by.

That's how I celebrated my third birthday.

The day after my third birthday, my father took me to work in the woods.

According to information purchased over the course of three years, my father said Luke and my mother Suzuya.

Luke's name was taken from the name of a pawn in a board game in this world, and Suzuya apparently borrowed his name from a place name.

They say there's a scenic land called Bell Valley, where there's a lot of grass called Bell Grass, and that's the name there.

They call me Yuri.

The day after my third birthday, Luke brought me across a small high hill behind my house.

The journey took place in the form of a sitting between Luke's crotches to a large, non-flying bird known as the Driving Bird (Cakedri).

This guy is a strange bird with a thick geese neck, a big head, and feathers from head to neck.

Whatever you think, no bird like this is on Earth.

I said octopus, but it's a pretty cool silhouette than octopus, so if an animal like this were on Earth, it would be a draw back at the zoo.

It's just weird that I don't know.

It's strange at a time when there's a mankind with hairs in its ears before that, but it still seems to have come to another planet that's not Earth.

Driving birds (cakedri) are excellent riding animals and I think they are more comfortable to ride than horses.

They run on two legs that are shaped like reverse joints, but it seems that this leg absorbs impact like a suspension, and the torso doesn't go up or down.

Luke's place of work, where he was taken, was somehow like a ranch.

Even when it comes to ranching, it's not just about keeping livestock side-by-side.

There was something like a livestock house on a large lot, a place like a stable where courses were built with fences, and the open place was like a pasture.

"This is my ranch."

When Luke said that, he just stepped out of the cakedri and grated me in his saddle.

"That's amazing."

I honestly gave my thoughts.

The ranch, cut through coniferous evergreen woods, has a pastoral and laid-back atmosphere.

The wooden livestock is somewhat dilapidated but seems to be well maintained.

The wooden slab decays and leaves a hole in the wall. There's no such thing as, by the way, it's nicely repaired, and there's no hole.

It's a fine enough ranch, even in light of what I felt when I was in Japan.

"Do you know why I built a ranch in this place?

"Is this a ranch my father built from scratch?

I was wondering if I had succeeded to the family ranch.

This ranch is not a hammering size, and it looks like it could be many hectares.

"That's right. I made it."

"Wow."

No, it's amazing.

You think I made this from scratch at that young age?

It's not something I can do.

Answer my father's question.

Yes, it was.

Nevertheless, Luke has a face that doesn't seem to be praised by children.

No, I think it's really a big deal. You think you made this in one generation?

Me and Kane, we were the same age, but if I didn't have a daughter-in-law, all I had was a tiny house that I inherited from my parents.

You think you're raising your daughter-in-law, you have kids, you have a house, and then you're building a ranch in a generation?

You're too amazing.

"Hmm, because if livestock sounds and makes noise, it won't annoy the surrounding residents"

I remember my classmates in high school and I said so.

That guy lives near a ranch where he's a pig or a cow, and he can't sleep at night because of his livestock nights. I don't progress in my exam studies. If I fail the exam, it's their fault. And he was saying stupidity.

"... don't think funny. Sure, it could be annoying and annoying if people actually lived nearby"

From the nuances, they were very much different from the expected answers.

Luke still stares at my face like he was impressed.

Was it such a strange answer?

"But residents of this neighborhood don't really care because they usually have livestock in their own homes,"

Heh.

Really?

I have livestock in my own house.

Such households are hard to come by in Japan.

"What's the right answer?"

"Look, this would be sandwiched between mountains and mountains"

Looking far away, it looks like a mountain or hill, but it is certainly sandwiched between mountains and mountains.

There are hills looming on all sides, and the view is outrageously bad.

Oh, you mean that.

Is it a little basin?

"The wind doesn't come here because of the wind passing over the mountains. In a land where the wind blows, the tri don't grow well."

I see.

Professional and convincing reason.

But Luke still looks young, and he should have been younger when he started developing his ranch, but from that time on, did he keep such a figure in his head to look around for ranch land, to actually find a convincing place, to expand his ranch and succeed in his management?

It's easy to say with your mouth, but this isn't really something you can do easily.

Maybe he's a great person.

Successful people are the kind of things that are out there, and is that about what you naturally think?

"Is your father's job a rancher?

And when I hear,

"Well, that's what it is"

and Luke replied.

I was guessing from the conversation in the home, but they still run the ranch.

"Are you cutting this all up by yourself?

"No, I'm hiring people. They should be here by now."

Sounds about right.

Luke moved the cakedri with his reins, and when he connected it to the horse stop, now he pulled my hand and walked over to the livestock house.

Looking inside the livestock house, it was made like a cakedri lined up instead of a horse.

The space, one at a time, is spacious and not cramped.

Somehow, it seems like a luxurious creation.

Two of them, like farmers in work clothes, worked on both sides of a vehicle like a rear car in the middle of the aisle.

He feeds from a loaded carrier to a basket of cakedri bait.

Hi. Looking at the technical standards in this world, I don't even think that bearings are used on axles, but how does it work around the legs?

I'm just curious.

"I see, is the bait hay"

I have no knowledge of cakedri ecology.

"Mix grains and nuts and beans because hay alone will make you lose weight"

"Heh."

It seems herbivorous.

The bait appears to be little different from that of a horse.

"Wild cakedri live by eating grass and fallen nuts, but in winter without food, small animals also hunt and eat. I used to hunt rabbits while I was grazing."

It was not herbivorous.

Horses don't take ravens and eat them.

Something like a grass-fed omnivore?

However, when you look at the cakedri noodles and the lumpy and sturdy mouth, it is all like-minded to be running through the forest and meadows hunting for rats and rabbits.

"Don't you feed them meat?

"I won't feed you. My body gets stronger, but when I remember the taste of meat, I get rough."

"I see."

It's like remembering the taste of blood.

It doesn't seem to be an essential food for fertility.

I just think that's because scientific progress is immature, and maybe it's really necessary.

If I let Japanese livestock fattening scholars analyze it, they might say that calcium and sodium are hopelessly lacking in such feed.

Maybe you should mix meat bone flour in the bait or put a chunk of rock salt in the livestock.

I wonder what the truth is.

"However, some people prefer it, so sometimes they grow it while letting rats hunt in a fence with rat returns if a special order is put in. It's going to be hard to teach."

Some people prefer rampant horses.

"Why do you seek a raving cakedri?

"Some samurai prefer that kind of tri. There are more people who can't get over it if they buy it. But if you treat it well, the way you rumble after entering the battlefield is completely different. I'm gonna kick a bunch of people to death and go wild."

Do you go wild and mad like a bloodthirsty beast?

Hi, I hear it's a kind of animal weapon.

Even if I can ride a cakedri in the future (or I'm actually excited to try it), I'd like to refrain from such a frenetic tri.

If I put my foot on the saddle, I would be shaken off and my head would just be crushed. Oh, my God. I can easily imagine.

"Even so, cakedri is almost entirely left to others. Enough to keep up with the last tutorial. I take care of the king eagle."

Are you Wang Eagle?

One of the animals that appeared in some of the books they made me read but didn't make sense.

"I'm talking about Tori, who's flying through the sky."

Does it also breed eagles to be used for eagle hunting?

"Follow me"

That's what prompted me, and I was taken to another livestock house.

Unlike Kakedri's, the livestock house was shaped like a three-story building.

There are many windows, all open, but the inside of the window plate is stretched like an iron lattice.

Does he have a tri here?

Speaking of bird-growing equipment, I know only about bird baskets and gold netting cages outside of chickens, so I can't help it.

However, if this three-story building were to be smashed out, it would seem to be about the size of it.

We reached the building and Luke opened the door.

"Come in."

Gently pushed back into it.

I was surprised and almost lost my hips.

Behind the door were the huge spaces created by smashing through all the three-story buildings and the tris living there.

But the tri is unusual.

The size is unusual.

Would there be three or four meters if I measured it from head to tail?

With striped brown feathers neatly around your body, your nails sharp and your mouth huge.

Its eyes are sharp as those of a raptor.

I mean, it was an eagle.

It was a huge eagle.

When I open my mouth to Pocahontas,

"Surprised?

And I heard Luke nibbling.

"Well...... yes"

"You're right, you're right"

"Yes, it's amazing..."

The eagle, known as the Wang Eagle, was big, and cool.

I'm not being sloppy, the silhouette is sleek and shy.

There were currently five king eagles kept.

I also feel that there are fewer than five of them in this large building as a whole, but given its size, it seems reasonable.

I wondered if the building was just a wall and roof building, and when I went inside, there were many thick columns like the one that installed the branched tree as it was, and it was supported by it.

There are many thick beams stretched from the pillars again, connected to the walls, and the Wang Eagles seem to like to stay on those beams.

It travels frequently from beam to beam.

I think I jumped from time to time. I let my feathers fly with Mr. Bubba, and I am grabbing the beam with such momentum and stopping, so if it is not a thicker beam, it is likely to break.

The wings of the king eagle were made of striped brown feathers.

And only the belly part from the chest is spotted like a gray mixture of white, and that's the accent.

The plain shades show the bright yellow colour of the couch and feet, and this is beautiful again.

"Wow... I can't believe there's such a creature"

"Right? I'm my favorite tri. Very smart, and if you get used to it, you're nostalgic."

"Do you get used to people?

"Well, then you do. Otherwise, it's too dangerous to ride."

Want a ride?

"What are you riding?

"There's a Heavenly Knight in the story, isn't there? What the fuck did you think that was?

Luke said wonderfully.

It did come out, but there was only a perception of a great knight who didn't really know the role.

"You need to be able to ride it, too."

It says something I don't know.

"Are you flying in the sky on this?"

"You don't have to be scared, of course it's okay because I fly with you. It's like the Howe family tradition to let a king eagle ride when he's three. I was fucked when I was three."

That's not what I'm talking about.

He's kind of going to put me on and fly today.

From what I can tell, there seems to be a flow of trying to trick me into flying with a frightened child.

"Is it an animal that can fly people on"

"Of course. That's why you keep it."

Apparently, he's serious.

"It's okay, Dad's the best king eagle rider in the world."

I mentioned the rest of my life that was peculiar to me.

Honestly, when it comes to not being scared, it's a lie.

The part of my head that commands common sense, like flying on an animal like this, is alarming.

But I don't smell dangerous because, in Luke's words, it's apparently a mouthpiece with enough track record from ancestral generations, and I'm used to it.

Or I can't even feel the slightest dust from Luke telling me to try something dangerous.

"Okay. I'll decide my belly, too."

"All right, that's my boy"

When Luke whistled the wooden whistle down his mouth, a king eagle descended.

Did you pick an individual down with the sound of a whistle?

You only reacted to one of the five, so you chose to unload them?

Looking at my face, Luke held a different, shaped saddle than the one on the wall for the cakedri. First, he threw the reins of the skin connected from the tip of his mouth, mounted the saddle on his back, and turned the leather band around his belly to secure it with a gutter.

The saddle was not a top-notch one, it was a little higher, and it felt more like a camel saddle than a horse saddle.

It's the same thing that leans back again, but it's just a little higher like a chair.

Luke took the reins stretching from both sides of the king eagle, pulling it and guiding it.

Wang Eagle has no way of resisting, and when he does, he is pulled.

As it was, he opened a large door with a clasp from the inside and went outside.

Thus, in the grass away from the building, Luke slapped Tonton, and Eagle's head twice.

Wang Eagle kneels on his feet.

A good dog sat very honestly, as he was told to "sit down".

"Give me your hands for a second"

That's what they told me, so I did what they told me, and Luke turned a belt with a metal ring on my hip and tightened it tight as tight as it hurt.

He holds his belly as it is, and he can lift it.

"Come on."

"Wow."

It was placed on the saddle so that the figurine could be placed.

Luke comes up on the saddle after wrapping a similar belt around him.

At my height, crossing the saddle was nothing, but Luke was on it to sit with his leg broken.

Looks a little cramped.

In other words, unlike the horse that is straddling, there is no "blush", and it feels like sitting in a "girl's seat" in the seating area.

Then the saddle is slightly taller and you can sit down because your hips are rumbling.

Luke tied the belt and saddle on his hips with a band of skin to secure his body.

Apparently this was a kind of safety belt.

When that was over, I also tightened the band to my belt sitting between my crotches, stiffening my hips and saddles so that they would never leave.

And Luke manipulated the reins.

On the verge of the eagle spraying its wings with momentum, he opened his mouth as Luke remembered.

"Look, never open your mouth while you're flying."

The eagle's body floated after I felt the tease of G, which I had never felt before.

Unlike jumbo jets, there is no constant sense of acceleration, and every time a feather is splashed, a wave-like acceleration wraps itself around.

After floating, spraying the feathers forcefully several times, Gungu and speed rode, and Wang Eagle moved to full flight.

The scenery beneath my eyes shifts with dizziness.

In no time, he pushes through the walls of the air as he flies across the hills, across the creek, to plunder the tips of the pointed trees of the conifers.

When I thought I had cut back on my feathers along the way, I headed toward the top of the sky to rise further in the sky.

Climbing all the way up to the height of the skyscrapers at once opens up the vision that was blocked by tall trees and the roundness of the earth, and the world expands.

The sunny air that wiped away the moisture with the clouds was transparent everywhere and clearly reflected the far-off landscape.

How beautiful.

Unlike the world seen through the small windows of passenger aircraft, the dynamic panorama with nothing to block, unlike that seen from the observation deck at the top of the mountain, was fresh everywhere and made the world look beautiful.

Swirling as it was for a while, the reins were manipulated again, and the eagle moved into a loose 3D manoeuvre while drawing an elegant manubar.

Flip in the air, the world upside down.

I feel my weight off the saddle and my body supported by my lower back seat belt.

Soon the weight also falls out of the seat belt and falls free.

My vision is not empty, it's not a horizon, it fills up with the surface.

Primitive fear turns heads and panic fills thoughts.

But the free fall ended in about seconds.

As the eagle changed the angle of its wings and grabbed the wind again, it slowly transitioned to horizontal flight.

When we turned to full horizontal flight, there was still room for a cool altitude between us and the surface.

Would it have flown for about twenty minutes?

I could see a familiar building under my eyes.

Ranch.

I didn't know exactly which part I was in anymore, but Luke said he remembered.

The eagle went down to the ground with the impetus of wondering if it would crash.

Numerous bumps in the wings in front of the descent caused sudden braking and fluttered landing on a soft landing.

"Hmm."

and a breath over my head, Luke went off his seat belt.

I hear chatter.

Luke took mine off in less than a minute, and mine took it off right away, too.

When I got off the king eagle, he turned to me and said, "Jump down because your father will take it".

I got a little carried away, but jumped a little off the saddle.

Luke took me down disappointed as proclaimed and put me down on the ground.

"How'd it go?

Luke has looked at me with anticipation.

"It was great. No, really."

I'll be honest with you.

"Good. Good. Yuri's gonna be okay."

Luke said relieved.

"What is it?

"No, there's a king eagle. There's a guy who says there's nothing he can do about the Wang Eagle Ride. If he doesn't have legs on the ground, he can't."

Oh, when you're a three-year-old, is that an exam to try?

Even if you're not afraid of heights, that might not be possible for a scared person.

There's a certain number of people who don't look down on fear, but they can't help it if they're scared.

You don't want to go into the ocean with no legs, or you don't want to because you can drive a car but you're afraid of the highway.

I guess that's not possible for someone like that.

"Looks like I'm okay. I don't know if I can ride it."

"It's okay, Yuri's full of talent from what I've seen. I'm telling you, no doubt about it."

"Really?"

When my family tells me something like this, I think to myself that I'm not worthy of being old, but it boils down to a feeling of embarrassment that makes me happy.

In my life when I was in Japan, my parents weren't the kind of person who praised my son this way, and then both my parents died and became lonely all my life.

Hi. I feel my mental age is regressing due to my body pulling me.

My heart was shaken and my tear glands were about to loosen, so I swallowed them.

"Speaking of which, does everyone start training in such a small place?

"Oh, didn't you like it?

"No, I don't hate it at all. But they're all doing it."

"Well, a three-year-old is like our tight spot, but we all do it from a small age. If you can't ride alone by the time your body grows up, you can't be a Heavenly Knight."

"Why is that? Why don't we go for it when we grow up?"

Feels like enjoying a light plane with a hobby.

"Oh, Wang Eagle can't let two grown men ride. The weight."

Seriously.

Apparently, severe weight limitations exist.

"Oh, so what do fat people do?

"No one has gained weight in the Heavenly Knight."

Luke said with a laugh.

Sure, the world of horseback riding. But I've never heard of a hundred-piercing fat professional rider.

Wang Eagle Ride would be ideal for a skinny, muscular body like Luke's.

"Yuri's right, some guys want to ride Wang Eagle when he grows up. You know, a merchant who got old and got money. But it's mostly not working. He crashes and dies in practice."

Really......

"Yuri, you can't ride alone until you get permission."

The look on Luke's face when he uttered that alarm went from the face of a hobbyist who talks about what he likes to date to the face of a parent who worries about the child.

"Okay. I'll remember the liver."

This left the ranch that day, and Kakedri gave me a ride home.

In the meantime, I was confused about Wang Eagle.