Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

Just a week passed today when they asked me to be a teacher for the Daughters of the Demon King.

I was confused as to what would happen at first, but if I tried, I could handle the guidance, and the second teacher's life is progressing better than I had assumed.

And today, a holiday without my first class since I've been on duty.

Rosé tells me that I can do as I please without any particular restrictions, so I decided to stroll around the wide mansion as if the child would do so.

And then I explore it and realize its size again.

This mansion, which is too big for just eight people to live in, is still going to take some time just to get a perfect picture of its structure.

Walking around in the middle of nowhere thinking about it, you reach a certain section.

"Sure here..."

Hallways lined with doors at slightly wider intervals than elsewhere.

If your memory is certain, you should be in those sisters' quarters from here on out.

When the sight in front of me matches the memory Rosé taught me, my legs stop pitting.

It's not a good idea to walk into a boulder here.

Rose didn't specifically tell me not to go in, but when I decided that on my own, and I tried to turn back the way I was...

Along with the noise of chatter, the door opens in front of the far left towards it.

And a second daughter, Isna, dressed in sleeping thin clothes, came out of that room shaking her dark green hair.

The time is already before noon, but she was asleep until now, or she is moving slightly slowly while rubbing her overlapping eyelids.

Look at that Isna. I am.

"Morning. It's a beautiful morning."

After only a moment of patrolling, he called out.

He's hired as a teacher for once, even though he blatantly hates you, and you should say hello under any circumstances.

Then Isna reacts to my voice and slowly turns her face this way.

And at the same time as I saw my face, I wondered if my heavily half-closed eyes had opened all the way, so that I turned my back and walked silently with Sta to the other side of the hallway.

It's as if you didn't recognize my existence from the beginning.

Oh, my God... I hate this more than you can imagine...

Think while dropping off the black tail sticking out of its back and bedding hem.

After that day, Isna started attending classes with great care.

However, that attitude cannot be said to be as good as ever.

Although it can't be a direct vice like before, I'm always confused so I don't even know if you're listening to me in the sky somewhere up there or not.

In addition, is there a lack of sleep every day, and there is always a large neighborhood underneath its beautiful head?

I don't sleep like Sun, but I'm sure I can't leave it like this.

"Well... what's going on..."

You can't do a performance like that over and over again, and if you go too far, it can be like planting a fear of me personally.

It's either persuasion from the other sisters, or someone in a higher position.

Walking appropriately with that in mind, I had at some point reached the garden on the surface.

"Phew, it feels good..."

The wind of moderate comfort, the sweet fragrance of the flowers it has carried wraps around the body.

Enjoying that garden, beautifully colored using all the senses of the body, you can see the accumulated physical and mental fatigue coming out of your core every day.

Sure, he said Rosé keeps this garden, but all I can say is that it's a boulder that keeps it so beautifully all by itself.

Reminding me of that faceless maid's face, I looked at the garden in a bluff that turned into me and gave me a variety of expressions...

"-Sa ~ i"

I heard voices from somewhere.

- It's a beak.

My voice clings to me over and over again like I'm in trouble.

The unheard feminine voice is apparently heard across the garden from the other side of the mansion, or the front entrance.

A visitor to a place like this? Or has someone been getting lost?

I don't know who did it for what purpose, but I can't ignore it more than I've heard.

Walk in the direction of hearing voices with a little vigilance.

"I'm sorry, dude!

Then you reach a distance where you can clearly see that voice with a slightly quieter tone.

On the other side of the closed splendid gate stood a woman with a splendid double hill that could be clearly seen even from a short distance away.