The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

The next day, when the sun was about to set, I arrived at the royal castle.

Because they told me to come at that hour.

They say the final is supposed to be the third, not the single, battle, as it has always been.

If one of you eats two tats, it's over at that point, but isn't this going to change the date by the time it's over?

Because we do what we fought three fights in one day yesterday, after sundown.

I approached the gates of the open Royal Castle with such concern.

"Dear Yuri, you're going to be in the finals. I've been waiting for you."

Then, waiting at the entrance, a mysterious woman abruptly spoke to me.

"Let me show you today. Best regards,"

"Oh, yes"

What, I don't know why, but is that what's supposed to happen?

"Let me change your colors here"

If you think you've been put through a private room with a mirror.

Do you mean that this person is not a maid or an official, but a hairdresser?

Nevertheless, what is color change?

I'm not the wedding bride.

"Fine. I'll stay like this."

I was in the same outfit as yesterday, which means I was wearing a knighthood uniform.

"But"

"Because if you can't concentrate because you're wearing makeup that you can't be"

When I say that,

"Now, let me at least wash your face. And let me get my sleeping habits right."

I was told.

Did you have any sleeping habits?

"Well, that's about it"

I wonder if I can get as good as a sleeping habit.

Don't exaggerate as much as an amateur tournament. I don't know, but it kind of seems like he'd be in good shape if he did.

I felt refreshed when I was pressed with a steamed cloth in the water, getting my sleeping habits done and washing my face.

"What are you trying to paint"

The hairdresser was about to finger grease oil from something like a bottle and apply it to my hair.

"Just a little."

"Hey, you said you didn't need it."

"Because it's just a little bit. Because it's just the tip of my hair."

He seems strangely excited.

I don't know why.

"... on the other hand, it's not going to decrease, okay, but what kind of oil is that?"

It's a bear.

Hey.

Bear oil?

How dare you try to paint it.

"Rest assured. This is pre-hibernation fat refined oil from the Big Hole Bear, because unlike cow oil it doesn't stink, and it drops properly in water."

Uh-huh.

I don't have any reassuring elements.

But I'm sorry about the hairdresser not applying it.

"... ok. Fine."

It's harder to say no anymore.

When the oil was stroked and the gargle was pressed, a shine appeared in her hair as she looked at it.

Ultimately, the seventy-third part fits into a slightly disintegrating hairstyle.

"Now, have a drink."

What?

"Are you going to change?

"Exactly, in that meal…"

I was bittersweet.

What's wrong with you?

The Knights College uniform has been replaced several times as I wore it, my body grew bigger and tailoring came to its limit.

I'm wearing a fourth eye right now, but this is the best uniform I've ever had, which I just grated down about six months ago.

I've brushed lightly on the best clothes, too, with some care.

Nor does it have dust or tri feathers.

"Shouldn't this be it?

What's wrong with you? When listened to in the wind, the hairdresser looked troubled.

"With all due respect, I have some food stains all over my jacket, and the hem of my underwear is discolored and full of flaking"

……

I looked at the hem of my trousers silently.

I wash it properly, so it doesn't have mud stains on it, but the dye does come off somewhat.

The hem was also flaky because I washed it hard and tight.

The dirt was caused by the fact that he had taken to an uncoated upstream waterwheel shed with this clothing on and over again.

It was a rainy day and other things that made every shoe guzzle, but every time I pushed it on the laundry lady in the dorm, she looked disgusted.

That being said, if I were in the world of ordinary people, even if I were a wealthy merchant, I'd be fine and dressed worse.

When it comes to the finals, maybe this is it.

The hairdresser will come.

"Please change your food. Otherwise, I will be angry."

Said in a pitiful tone.

I can't help it.

I'm not obsessed with anything.

"Well, please"

I broke it.

You're vulnerable to pushing.

"Yes, I did. So... take this."

The clothes brought to me by the colour-repaired personnel were a lot more old-fashioned and itchy from my eyes.

Um...

This is a traditional costume from the time of the Grand Imperial Empire: sunny clothes in sunny clothes.

In Japan, such clothes are equivalent to those worn by the Otematsu of the Edo period.

No one wears it now.

It's in the country mansion, but I've never seen it worn, even when it's going to be a tough seat around Luke.

Come on, give me a break.

"Are you kidding me?

"Huh? Um, no"

He's not kidding.

"I'm not obsessed with clothes either, but I think I exaggerate on boulders. Is there anything like this uniform?"

"Oh, if that's..."

And what I brought was clothes like swallow tail clothes dyed beautifully to glow black.

I've seen Luke wear this before.

Since the hem of the jacket on the back side is not extended, it is odd that it is called swallowtail clothing, but, well, it is a courtesy garment for the night.

Naturally, there is no flaking, distortion, scratching, etc.

"How about this?

"If this is, well"

Can I have this?

Compared to this, the uniform does look miserable, too.

"Good."

Relieved, the hairdresser breathed.

"Why didn't you get this out of the beginning?

I really want to hear it.

If you leave with that stuff on, you'll be exposed.

"I heard Yuri was born in a very formatted house..."

What's so formatted?

I was born a farmer.

When I changed my clothes with the help of the hairdresser, I headed to the venue.

There were so many people in the hall that it was not comparable to yesterday.

I don't know, but there's a flower path that's sealed with poles and rope and carpeted, and it looks like I'm walking there to the board.

It is a dong pull.

What the hell.

It's a student tournament.

What's going on?

I haven't shown any interest in this tournament in six years since I joined the college.

My classmates felt like they were talking about waaaa in the dining room, but didn't even want to go to the royal castle to see it.

Was this such a fuss?

Though I was surprised inside, I tried to walk as dignified as possible and headed to the board.

Along the way, the seven seniors I met yesterday, the people in the same dorm, all sorts of people stood on the side roads, and they called out to me.

"Good luck!"

"Good luck!

"I'm here for you!

Some of them, the boy, rode himself out of the rope and asked to shake his hand.

Everyone was smiling.

My back itches and I feel spectacularly uncomfortable.

I feel like my place is a darker, more giddy place, not one like this.

I feel like a mole out in the sun by mistake.

When I reached the board, what a short distance from the board, Her Majesty the Queen sat.

... How exaggerated are you at the amateur student convention?

It's not the Emperor's Cup or anything, so you don't have to come all the way out here to see it.

Is Her Majesty free, too?

Next to it, Carol sat down in adoration, and on the other side, Carlia too.

A little further away, Sham is also sitting for some reason.

Did someone bring you here in the family frame?

And the guest seats are separate from the guest seats, which seem to be divided.

There is no fence in the VIP seat, but there is a waist-length fence in the stand-up seat, the same as yesterday.

From my point of view, on the right was the VIP seat, and there was another small desk and chair for the stand-up seat, where people were already sitting.

Time gauger, is it?

Sitting there was a skinny middle-aged woman with several hourglasses lined up in front of her.

Unlimited time, as it was yesterday, tends to be a daunting battle, so I guess it's a decision for Her Majesty to get stuck on a boulder in front of her.

No one in particular told me, but I knelt down and thanked Her Majesty the Queen before I sat on the board.

When I stood up, Her Majesty the Queen was smiling at Nico and Carol had a grin that looked as mean as she had found even the funnier one.

Sham is kind of confused.

I wonder who brought him here, but Sham has no interest in chess in the first place.

It's just boring to watch, and you don't know what this place means.

I don't think Myalo would be strange to be here, but he wasn't.

I thought so, I was there.

I'm watching from the stand-up seat.

When I met him, he waved small.

I sat in a chair.

It was a fluffy chair to see where it was usually used.

It has a cushion to the elbow.

It was an adult chair, and it was a little big for me, which would still grow a little taller.

An opponent woman came from the other side as she sat in a chair, deposited her back on her back and looked at a board pawn that seemed even more fine than what was in the Howe family's home.

Oh, come on, I almost laughed.

He's wearing a lot of fine clothes, like the one I was first proposed to do.

Plus, he even wore a little crown that looked like it was made of silver.

Awesome, dude.

Are you still going to be king?

It's not more flashy than Her Majesty's.

She took a seat, courtesy of Her Majesty the Queen in front of the chair.

Seating also seemed somewhat difficult.

Jula Lachramanus, seen nearby, was a beauty with a tight face.

A face that seems naturally sad.

I'm sixteen now, but Jula's supposed to be twenty-two, so maybe she thinks I'm under age and she's licked.

"... get started"

said Her Majesty the Queen.

Well, it's kind of a matter of Her Majesty's orders, so let's get started.

But I just thought, there's no dice on the tabletop.

Normally, the dice roll between players.

In all the opposing stations so far, we've done it.

Without dice, I can't decide to get ahead.

Hey, we don't have dice for you. Attendant, what are you doing?

When I thought, I heard a faint sound of corn on the side.

"... Jula is in the lead"

That.

I heard something strange.

It's a middle-aged woman's voice.

It was Jula who moved the pawn, not the hair in between.

Earlier, a time-measurer who took the lead on his own has turned the hourglass upside down.

My time is running low.

For a moment I developed symptoms similar to dizziness.

Seizurally everything got ridiculous.

Um, come on.

Normally even idiots don't know that this isn't fair?

Why does the time gauger roll the dice?

Was anybody watching dice?

The only measuring clerk I've been watching is the one with the back of the clerk in the way. I can't see the dice in the way, and even from me closest to him, I can't see the appearance of the little dice in his hand.

You're gonna decide everything with a measuring clerk?

Whether it's fair or not, you want me to trust a strange attendant?

So you want me to convince you?

If I wronged him, he'd explode and die. If I were a sick person, I'd be convinced, but this guy isn't.

Well, fine.

Because they took the lead, it doesn't mean they're at a great disadvantage.

But you don't think anyone's crazy.

I moved the pawn.