I Misunderstood the Date and Saved the Demon King

51. You’re waiting

As time passed, the Demon King and the warriors got closer and closer.

Originally, the two groups were destined to burn hostility to each other in the flames of war. Eight women who would have had no choice but to meet in the end no matter how far apart they were.

But the flames of that war had long since been extinguished. Even if someone comes and tries to burn it again, the demon kings will trample it down as soon as even a wisp of smoke comes out.

Thanks to that, the fate that would make the two groups entangled every time was just ‘until there’. Like the previous group assignment, they were able to get entangled anywhere, but they couldn’t make them harbor any hostility or intent to kill.

As a result, it only brought about the result of getting closer.

Looking at it right now, that’s the case.

“Ugh! So if you mix it up like this!”

“Go away! Damn, why are you mixing it up!? They are even separated to eat separately in the first place!”

The demon lords first came to the cafe in the academy to enjoy drinks and desserts. When I quietly turned my head, the warriors were eating the same drinks and desserts at the table next to me.

Since we were in the same group not too long ago, we naturally sat together, and the result was another bickering and a bit childish quarrel.

Ah, I think I should leave out the word childish. The concept of pouring a drink over dessert was something that other demon lords could not understand at all.

Michaela, who was victimized by Astaroth’s vicious acts, kyaaagh! It was only natural for her to be angry with her.

“Ugh! Warrior This demon lord strongly recommends! Try it! Try it and tell me!”

“I can understand even if I don’t eat! And don’t you know that what looks good is good to eat?! This isn’t dog food! The color is really bad!”

As if shocked by the word dog food, Astaroth gasps and takes a breath.

“… We get along really well.”

“Sure, Sellaphy. You two look really good.”

Cellafi sipping whiskey from her hip flask again today, and Marmar munching her own strawberry smoothie.

“Tell me more about the Familiar. Sitry. Does it really have to be non-living?”

“That’s right. In the first place, there are advantages to being a living being, but there are also many weaknesses. That’s why skilled people like me sometimes use their own mana to create an existence called a familiar.”

Haniel and Sitri are excited about presenting a completely new possibility for their familiars.

“….”

“….”

Even Meta and L, who are eating strawberry cake and chocolate cake, respectively.

If the war was in full swing, we would have been swearing with each other’s blood on each other’s hands. But for now, all she was doing was fooling around by smearing the cream on the cake.

“… A childhood dream?”

Then, the question Cithri first put to Haniel spread to the rest of the warriors and led to another story.

“Okay. By the time I grew up, I had already entered the Mage Tower and had no thoughts other than wizards. Then, after receiving the fate of the hero, according to that fate….”

“Eh! Not funny. Hey Raffy! You?! Honey is not so much fun!”

“Who the hell is going to come up with such a ridiculous nickname?”

I can’t bear to smoke in the cafe, so the only thing I can go in is alcohol. Sellafi, who had been sipping the contents of the flask for a while, was pushed back by the alcohol.

Or, as a warrior, he didn’t have to feel the burden anymore, and he opened his mouth with a reason not to know if it was because he was dating a ridiculous friend called the Demon King.

“I wanted to build a brewery with my name on it and live there.”

“Eh?! Really?”

“Wow. A hero is a brewery.”

“Doesn’t it suit you? But really. They keep calling me a saint, but the funny thing is, I don’t belong to a church, and I don’t believe in the existence of God. It’s not even sacred.”

As we talk, the cigarette pulls. Oh, I want to burn the tobacco. Should I just smoke?

“By the way, that brave man, his fate. All of a sudden, divine power came down on me and I sat down. Thanks to that, the brewery is a piece of sh*t. I was in a position where I had to smoke and drink while paying attention to cigarettes and alcohol.”

“I understand. Something like that Um, but I keep fiddling with cigarettes. Isn’t it non-smoking here? No matter how much I am a demon king, I still have to protect what I have to protect.”

Sitry muttered, ‘Oh, please don’t smoke indoors.’ Cellapy smiled. It was a bonus to say that cigarettes after meals have the power to increase life.

Then he quietly offered me a cigarette and asked if you would like to smoke too.

“No.”

El, who had been quietly eating cakes, snatched up the cigarette and returned it to her owner.

“L?”

“I promised. I will never smoke.”

I could tell with whom he made an appointment without asking. Seeing the demon lords react so fiercely, it must be that man.

“I don’t have much to say either. Just want to be a great knight? That was about it, and Mehta said that all she did was inherit the seal of her father, her father.”

“I see.”

“What about you? Seeing this makes me curious about your childhood dreams.”

At Michaela’s question, “What is this?”, Who was nibbling at her messy dessert, the demon kings looked at each other, saying, “We?”

“If you are embarrassed to answer, you don’t have to. What I’m forced to do….”

“No, I’m not forcing it. It’s not, well.”

“As Ashu said, it’s not forced. It may not be very pleasant. Are you okay though?”

To hear the hopeful story of a dream suddenly not be pleasant. I was a little embarrassed, but rather, I was more curious about it.

So when the warriors replied that they would like to hear it if there was nothing wrong with it, Marmar twitched her lips and slowly let go of the rhyme.

“… So, you’re not a human, an elf, or a dwarf, you’re being captured and sold into slavery by your own people?”

“It would be nice if that was the end. If I didn’t like it, I might have eaten it. Like this, yum! Do.”

Astaroth was jokingly scooping up dessert while talking, but the warriors couldn’t laugh at the joke at all. No, I don’t understand selling the same demons as slaves, but they even catch and eat them?

“What are you so surprised about? In the middle of a war, there are cases where demons caught and ate prisoners.”

“I thought that was just a bunch of crap from some lunatics.”

“Me too. I thought it was just because he was full of hostility towards humans, my God.”

I almost suffered such a terrible thing. It was a moment when the warriors themselves were incomparably depressed compared to their past.

The moment when life was literally on the verge. It is said that it was Lethe who appeared and saved them just then.

Now that I’ve heard the story up to that point, I think I know why these demon lords are so obsessed with Lethe.

A lifesaver, a person who gave a new life, a man who gave a comfortable home to demons who would have been surprised by his warmth, and even taught them how to live.

At this level, if you don’t have love, that’s a strange thing. Nonsense.

“Then you all dreamed of being a war hero’s lover?”

“Yes.”

“Isn’t it?”

“What else do you think about?”

“… That’s right.”

Yes. I see Selapi, who was still pouring her alcohol, suddenly had a question.

“Wait a minute.”

I like it. I’ve had it in my heart for a very long time. He said he loved him so much that he ended the war for him and even came to the academy himself.

But after half a year, why hasn’t anyone made any progress? If your demon king likes a guy, you should be busy competing with each other. Why?

“So you mean, all four of you like the war hero.”

Nodding nod―

“But why is there no demon king stepping up? Aren’t you demons? Aren’t they the kind of people who charge first when a target is set?”

“Right?”

“Asmodians are right.”

“First of all, it is a demon.”

“… Asmodian.”

“No. So, how can a war hero be so relaxed? If the four of you run into it, wow! Isn’t it normal to whimper? Why is no one stepping out?”

Certainly, the warriors were curious about that. He said he likes him, while being extremely wary of other girls approaching him. Why is none of those four starting?

“Well, that’s what I mean. Umm… What should I say?”

“Even on our own, once we start, we don’t know what to do.”

“Right. That’s right.”

“There is nothing you can do about the race, and at the decisive moment, the demon nature comes out. If this was our castle, there would be no problem, but now it’s an academy. I have to be patient. To avoid accidents while competing.”

What kind of competition, and how much, are they talking about disaster? Until now, I have only seen the comfortable appearance of the four demon lords, and I feel a little scared because I think I have faced the truth.

“Can’t you decide the order?”

Meta, who was quietly listening to the story, quietly opened her mouth. She responded that the other warriors also said, ‘Yes! There it is!’ She nodded her head eagerly.

“So. How the hell are the four of us going to order? Do you think you’ll play rock-paper-scissors like humans? Even if you say you can do it now, you won’t know it again when that moment comes.”

“… Doesn’t exist. Myself. The nature of demons.”

At Citri and El’s reply, Mikaela let out a sigh as if she had finally noticed something about her.

“Are you waiting?”

“Huh?”

“Sir Lethe’s answer. What decisions he makes Only then can you both surrender without arguing with each other.”