[Final Volume Launch SS ②] Heavy Disturbance

[Final Volume Launch SS ②] Heavy Disturbance

It was the second volume of Sage’s Success – what happened shortly after the plot was completed.

“Ha! Huh! It’s pi! Master! Today’s bed is the best spring ever!

Porch jumps on a king size bed reserved for the Demon King, and welcomes Azley as he always walks flutterily.

“Ahhh…”

Azley’s reply to the bed was not energetic, powerless, and hectic.

With the look of Kyoton on his face, Porch stopped jumping perfectly and tilted his neck.

“What’s the matter, Master? Not well, are you?

“… right…”

Porch leaning his neck this time, as opposed to earlier, to Azley, who even answers that question a hundred million times.

“You haven’t been able to do that much today, have you? Why don’t you drink that potty vitane dead over there?

Porch then turned his face to the small table placed beside the bed.

On the table, a potty vitane dead in a vial.

Azley slowly turns to it and reaches out shaking.

Shortly afterwards, Azley fell with the table, and the vial made a thin, tall noise and broke.

Before Dotan and the fallen Azley, Porch opened his eyes wide and round.

Cold, nasty chills I feel on my spine. Standing up on the bed, Porch shouts out loud.

“Mastard!?

Running Porch. But there was no response from Azley.

Unusual in Porch’s eyes. Porch could only scream at Azley with a blue face.

“Master! Master!? Hey! Did you even paint it!? Your face is bright blue!? Hey, Master! No! This is a bad one! Somebody! Somebody!!!!!

Porchy howl-like screams echoing in the Castle of Holy Demons late at night.

Leon, Bright and Warren were quickly collected by Lelia, who rushed as quickly as possible.

Azley’s head placed on Porch’s abdomen. His face turns pale, his teeth rattle and tremble, and everyone’s face becomes rugged.

“What do you say, Mr. Warren!?

“… a cold caused by overwork,”

At the same time that Warren’s mouth tells the facts of his illness, Porch stopped the movement with pittance.

The next moment, Porch opened his mouth wide.

“It’s just tough! If you catch a cold, your master will die! How much should I do, Mr. Warren!? The master is ok right!? Hey! Hey!?

No response from Warren.

Standing Warren glances at Bright and Leon.

When those two leave the Demon King’s room, Lilia said.

“Is it bad?

“No, it’s a simple motto. If His Majesty’s illness is a cold, you can’t divulge information outside the castle. Mr. Lilia here, Your Majesty. I’m going to go get the ice sac.”

Porch’s voice stops Warren walking out as she says.

“Wait, Mr. Warren! The master is ok right!? Hey!? Hey…?

Worried, it was a pounding that gradually became less powerful, but Warren said without changing one complexion. I just had to say. “There is absolutely no disease,” he said.

Just – -,

“I will do my best. But there is a problem with this…”

“And say…?

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“Mr. Porch! Please, Azley, get out of the way from under your head!

“So! Why do I have to give up Koko!? Are you kidding me, Mr. Warren put a belly pillow on the master!?

“I don’t have those hobbies! Azley, if it were your arm pillow, I’d have been there in the past!

“That’s the one I don’t know! When the hell are you talking about, Master!?

“Azley, you’re tired! Mr. Porch! If you want to recover you as soon as possible, get out of there first!

“I don’t like it!

“Give me an ice sac! Put it down!

“Why don’t you just put it down! Why don’t you just put it on the master’s stomach!

“Abdominal pain will be added to Your Majesty’s physical condition! No, it’s not! You put it under your head!

“That’s my place!

“It’s an ice pillow!

“Do they keep replacing pillows with ice!

“Come on, you pigsty!

“I don’t know the hard word -!

Lilia holding her forehead with one hand and looking at the two exhales a loud sigh.

“Warren, Your Majesty (,)… right?

One word from Lilia stops Warren perfectly. And when he looked at Lilia, he noticed his own impatience, and he gave him his glasses to calm down.

constant position for the pouch.

“I know what Porch has to say”… Warren snorted out after giving him that look.

“Okay, Mr. Porch”

“Did you understand!

“Ha… let’s just forehead the ice sac. Mr. Lilia, you can’t divulge information to anyone. I’ll take care of the nursing.”

“Okay.”

Lilia nodded, leaving the room quietly.

“Now, Mr. Porch, about Your Majesty… thank you very much.”

“Tortoise-!

Warren had to loosen his mouth a little before leaving the room.

“Master… please heal quickly”

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– The next day.

“Oh, um… Mr. Porch? I think that’s a little too much…… right?

Lina was the one who visited the nurse.

A mass of futon stacked to the same height as its linea’s gaze.

As Lina said, naturally it was due to Porch’s front leg.

“What do you say!? This will make you sweat! The master seems to suffer from a good feeling too!

“Oh, heavy…”

Yeah. Porch rejoices when he sees the roaring azley.

“Look! I’m thrilled with Porch’s thoughts. Because now!

“Maybe I didn’t say… haha”

There is no sign that the emptiness of the pouch will stop, even though Lina denies it with a dry laugh. Porch back in Azley’s pillow is everything. Yes, Lina alone can’t stop Porch from doing all he can.

That’s why we need more than one person to see Azley.

That’s what Lilia, who was in charge of the candidate, decided.

“Three.”

It was Tifa who showed up with three fingers up.

Porch tilts his neck at a voice he hears from outside his visibility blocked by a futon.

“Three?

“Current Bailanaea’s latest medicine says three sheets of futon are appropriate when you have a fever. So that’s too much, Mr. Porch.”

“Holy shit!?

“I think the antipyretic also works, so it’s not a good idea to spread too much futon. What matters is the intake of moisture. Let’s be quiet later. Lina, sister.”

Tifa sends an eye contact and asks Lina to adjust the number of futons.

Adjusting the futon, which had twelve, to three sheets, Lina sends an eye contact back to Ho and Sigh Tifa. Is it well conveyed to Tifa that it is a thank you? The previous three fingers were turned into a piece sign at some point.

“Itchy ~”

It was Chunhua who came in quietly as I said it.

Itchy and apple grated on the tray.

Plum accompanied by itching, and the scent of plum purple su tickles the nose of the pouch.

“Wow!? Mr. Porch! Mr. Azley gave you a saliva!?

“Ha! Shh, sorry! What did you do with me?

“No… because it’s a pouch…”

It was Azley who made a powerless scratch with a plundered voice.

“Wow!!

Porch that shines his eyes and rejoices in the wake of the Lord.

“Mr. Azley, you’re awake… good”

“Safe.”

“Mr. Lina, next door, excuse me”

“Yes.”

Chunhua puts the tray in front of Azley, who wakes up her body, and sits next to Lina.

Tifa stands behind Lina without sitting and looks at Azley worried.

Only Porch seems very busy watching itching and Azley.

“Thank you Chunhua”

“Thank you while it’s hot.”

After thanking Chunhua, Azley starts eating a little bit of the itch on the tray she placed on her lap. A small appetite but seeing signs of comfort in Azley’s vitality, the three rejoiced face to face.

Behind those three, I heard voices.

“Hey, you can’t, Master Irene!

“Fine! Just now, soften up! What the hell are you hiding! Azley!? Azley, you must be here!? I’ll open it!

The door to the Batan and the open Demon King’s room.

Fuyu and Irene were greeted when Azley, who wore a spoon, entered the room with a Kyotong face.

Eileen instantly nursed Azley’s condition against Fuyu, who sighs and drips.

“What? Cold?”

“Ha ha… it’s not nice”

When Azley said that, outside the door, Warren was holding his forehead.

“It was a failure to send Lilia, the door escort, to lunch break because of Lina and the others…”

I’m not gonna tell anybody.

Turn to Warren, who moaned, and Eileen answers.

“Oh man, you are seriously understaffed in our country too…”

“I’ll give you an egg.”

“No, thank you.”

Azley chuckles when she sees Warren immediately and unequivocally rejecting Irene’s words.

“Ha ha, then eggs would be pathetic”

“No, Mr. Egg is a necessary one for the Warring Demon Nation. Now that Master Charlie is gone, he’s the only one in command of the Guardian Warriors.”

“Right, haha”

“Good. I felt better and more relieved than I thought.”

Azley bows his head small to Warren, who bows his chest down.

“I’m worried about you. If you eat this itch and sleep, you’ll feel better soon.”

Saying, Azley turns to Chunhua.

Chunhua blushing her cheeks. Seeing such Chunhua, Lina and Tifa inflate their cheeks.

And Fuyu approached Azley’s bed for a small run. “I don’t like it outside the mosquito net”… that’s what it says on my face. That’s what Warren and Irene looked like.

“Speaking of which, Master Charlie is gone with Mr. Argent, hey!

Fuyu tells Azley.

“Hmm? Yeah, I heard Betty say that, too.”

“To Mr. Betty?

“Anything, Betty’s mother – she’s getting a letter from Argent to Berea, isn’t she? I think Charlie and I are going for” The Sword Top. “”

With that said, Azley carries the itch to his mouth again.

“Ho, that’s interesting”

Warren sits down next to Fuyu as he says.

“Well, it’s about those two, so you’re doing fine.”

Eileen also carried a chair and sat next to Warren.

As Lilia rushes back from lunch watching Azley, surrounded by everyone, through the door, further visitors arrive.

“Whoa, what the fuck? Are we back at the Demon King’s Cup? Ha ha.”

It was the blues that brought the colorful fruit into the garden.

“Oh my God, you’re here”

“Heh, shouldn’t I come?

In response to Azley’s embarrassing reaction, Brutes rubs her under her nose with his fingers.

“I greeted you on behalf of ‘Silver, Inc.’ Look, this is from Lara.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Leave me there.”

Blues that place a pair on a nearby table.

“No, I went to patrol the Northern Alliance earlier, didn’t I?

“There’s something wrong with patrols in other countries.”

“Ha ha, are you kidding me? My lord Balun tattooed me.”

“Ha… so what happened?

“There was a Dallas old man. Apparently, you can calm your back down, Kakaka.”

Warren narrows her mouth after being briefed by Brutes.

“Ho, Mr. Dallas…”

“Meh, that’s remarkable.”

Fuyu was right.

Warren nods at it and goes on with the words.

“Dear Eileen told me that Tifa would officially be a lecturer at the University of Magic or something?

“” What!?

Everyone’s gaze gathers in Tifa.

“Special Instructor, Bui”

Tifa showing the piece sign again.

“You’re as part-time as I am, though. Was Tengalon’s dungeon the deciding factor?

“That Mr. Tengalon is grounded!?

Azley’s surprise was there.

But Tifa shook her head sideways.

“Five thousand gold a day is the deciding factor.”

Fingers that increase to five.

“Oops!?

Naturally, the surprise is the blues.

“Oh, that’s my monthly salary!?

“Huh!? You got more than me, Brutes!?

Azley surprised by Brutes’ monthly salary.

And Azley turned to Chunhua, director of human resources at Silver Corporation.

“It’s a good thing about companies. Well, Mr. Brutes’ emergency response department mostly has a job, but Mr. Betty’s planning department now has a tremendous momentum.”

Say as Lina reminded me of Chunhua’s explanation.

“Oh, is that the” Virgin Arts of Women “series? Is that for sale?

“Aye, I’m a big bestseller approaching Itsuki’s” Itsuki’s Suzuki “”

“Damn!? That’s why Betty’s guy, he’s been such a winger lately!

Brutes mourns.

Everyone laughs when they see such blues.

“Your Majesty’s salary varies from month to month.”

Warren adds to Azley’s question earlier.

“Is that it? Is that right?

“I can’t give you the exact numbers, but most importantly, the basic deduction includes the use of demon insurance. It is His Majesty who makes the best use of it in the Holy Demon Nation. Because I can’t pay for your Majesty’s salary very much if I think about Mr. Porch’s food. Miscellaneous expenses and research expenses will all be covered by the National Treasury, so if you think there is no extra spending, you should consider it very favourable.”

“Ha, sure!

Porch looking up at Azley, who is getting better, seemed happy somewhere, enjoyable, and still… drooling.

“Oh, you were here, Master Irene!

It was Ornell who came running from the side of Lilia.

Look at that face. No, Irene’s face looks sorry, it makes me sad.

“Hmm? Your Majesty the Demon…… is that a cold?

To the neck tilting Ornell, Azley responds by scratching her cheeks poly.

“Ha… If you’re safe, that’s fine. You won’t be able to stay long if you’re in that condition.”

Irene, getting up all the time, walks home through Ornell’s side.

“Oh, yes! Dear Eileen, if you come on your own, I’ll be pissed off by Chancellor Gaston!

Ornell screams as he chases after him.

“Oh, my God, Ornell’s been in the Dilmud kitchen a lot.”

“It’s the difference between a castle and a demon king’s room!

“That’s what I call fifty steps.”

“~ ~ ~! Oh and here’s what you say!?

Two voices disappearing.

But only one footstep returns.

Ornell says to Azley, who shows his face gleaming through the door.

“Take care.”

Without waiting for Azley to respond, Ornell leaves.

Brutes smiles and laughs and turns back on his heels.

“Cure it well, darling.”

“Ooh. Thank you, Brutes.”

And one person, one person and I go home to our place again.

Everyone gathered under Azley returns to their original lives hoping for Azley’s recovery.

Lina and Tifa, who stayed in nursing, will also go home at night.

At night, Porch says to Azley, who kept his head in Porch’s belly pillow.

“Guys, you were worried”

“Ah.”

“Did you get well properly?

“Ah.”

“Then you’re relieved already!

“… right”

Thus goes the night late.

with the quiet sleep of the two of them.

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“Oh my God, Senior Warren (,) Huh!

“Oh, Your Majesty? Apparently, you’re feeling better, huh?…… hmm?

Leaning his neck at the nominal designation from Azley, Warren is pulled with a force reminiscent of divine power and taken straight to the Demon King’s room.

“Oh?”

Get to the Demon King’s room. No, Warren realizes why.

“Ha… ha… Mr. Warren? I… am I going to die…?

There was a loud pouch lying in the bed.

“Shall I say exactly one heart and one heart…… you have a cold, Mr. Porch”

“Cold!? That’s okay isn’t it!? Senior Warren!? It will heal, won’t it!? Porch is fine, right?!? Hey!? Hey!?

Warren calmly returns to Azley, who grabs Warren’s shoulder with disappointment and sways.

“My cervical spine will be damaged before that.”

“Why!?

“Ha ha, what a horrible demon king to reveal”

“Do something!!

So thin that Azley’s forehead hits Warren’s forehead.

Such a distance that Aya’s two noses and nose are likely to touch their lips and lips. Lilia, who sees it through the door, shyly covers her eyes, but her gaze from the gap between her fingers doesn’t let go by capturing them perfectly.

Warren sighs at the catastrophe he visits day in and day out, but his face doesn’t hate it at all.

“Definitely not sick…… but I will do my best”

“Please!

“But there is a problem with this…”

“And say…?

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“So I’m telling you to refrain from Mr. Porch’s belly pillow today!

“Then where should I sleep?!? Ma, no way…… wild lodging!?

“Here we go again,” Warren thought, but there was nothing strange about it.