The Great Demon Lord's City Development ~The Ideal City Built with Magic, Science, and Monsters

First story: The Great Demon King and [Infinitely Evolving Slime]

I am finally released from the peculiar floating sensation of metastasis.

I understand they flew me somewhere, but I don't know where that is.

Fortunately, there is a feeling of the ground and nothing painful is able to breathe.

That is, it did not appear to be an immediate death environment.

"You're lucky."

This is the first time I have felt a floating sensation characteristic of metastasis so long.

In the first place, if you use something called metastasis outside of your own dungeon, it's just the ability to set up formations and fly between formations.

In this way, it's amazing to be able to fly anywhere without advance preparation.

It seems that the special abilities of the Demon King are not Dada.

"... but tough"

I'm terribly ill because I had an ultra-long range metastasis that I've never experienced.

Is it the guy called metastatic drunkenness?

It feels like the world is shaking and makes me vomit.

Whatever you do, you have to locate it.

Look around.

Naturally, I have no idea where he is.

Smells dark green.

What I found out was that it's a deep forest with very little someone's hands in it either.

And as far as the types of trees are concerned, it's about making it my dungeon and it's a different continent from Avalon, the city.

"... and a fine connection to the Quinas."

I feel so thin that it seems too far apart that even the connection with the [vow demons] to which my soul is bound is going to disappear.

Still, I was relieved to be properly connected.

I'm sure the Quinas feel it, and they know I'm alive.

If the Quinas find out I'm alive, they'll do everything they can to find me.

If the demons of my city, Avalon, are searched for in total, one day they will find us, no matter how far away we are.

While I'm gone, Marcosias, the Demon King of the Battle-Scarred and Lover's [Beast], and Duke, the Black Dead Dragon Siegvrum, who serves as his staff, will protect Avalon.

... There's just a limit to that, too.

If the Demon King's War is such a thing, there's often nothing you can do without me.

Perhaps even from here you can manipulate the dungeon by using the [Book of the Demon King].

But it's suicide to put a hand in the dungeon without any means of communication and without knowing what's going on over there.

Think policy as you rely on trees.

"The primary goal is to get an environment to stay safe. The second objective is to secure the means of communication with Avalon. The third goal is to return to Avalon."

That will be the only way.

It takes a lot for the demons to pick me up, even if they manage to communicate.

Therefore, it is important to secure the safety zone first.

Thus, being alone in the deep woods is far from safe.

I vomited until my stomach was teased, but metastatic sickness showed no signs of recovery.

Still, I walk out to find a safe bunk.

Let's summon a demon to be our escort.

Although separated from the Quinas, there are demons that can be relied upon in the [storage] of the Demon King's abilities, keeping up to ten demons in different spaces.

With them, there is no need to fear the extent of the beast you encounter in the deep woods.

"Shit, no"

But the Demon King's power is scattered. Demons can't be called.

Because I can't control my powers because of my terrible metastatic sickness.

On the contrary, just walking like this is terribly painful.

I want to let go of consciousness as soon as I can.

But that's too dangerous.

But there must have been a secret drug made by Enchant Elf.

It is a potion made of apples that are fruitful in pseudo-world trees.

Drink that and you will recover.

Remove the potion bottle from the jacket pocket. That was the time.

I heard someone cry.

Quite close. I walk towards you.

There were two girls.

I don't know if it's a beast or a demon, but it's the girls with fox ears and fox tails.

The two are very similar, are they sisters?

A little boy, about ten years old, is bleeding sloppily from his head and a mid-teenage girl is crying as she pushes a cloth against her wound in a desperate shape.

I don't understand their language.

... I have mastered the language of several countries where my city, Avalon, is called the main language on a certain continent, and the language of a country that is commercially relevant, but I do not know this.

But I know what you're screaming at.

"Help my sister."

If it's that deep wound, it won't last that long.

But with the potion I'm trying to drink, I can help.

The problem is that there is only one potion of this.

I have a severe headache and dizziness.

If you don't drink this, it's not weird when you fall.

I don't know how it's going to be with me, the Demon King, and letting go of consciousness here.

You should abandon that sister and take this medicine yourself.

Drink this and you can get back in shape and call a relying demon.

But......

"Somewhere, you look like Quina."

I made it the first demon I created and looked most like her I trusted.

The same goes for fox ears and tails, but somehow overall.

It's too sneaky to abandon.

Oh, sweet.

The demon kings are so sweet.

I have this kind of sweetness because I make a city where humans and demons coexist.

But that's good, too. Because it's me, those demons admire me too.

Go to your sisters.

My sister yells something at me better. I don't know the language as usual.

"Medicine. Drink this and your wounds will heal."

Conversely, I can't convey this word either.

Show her the pills and let her take them to her sister in body language and she'll have a rough time telling her the wound will heal.

You managed to pass it on, my sister follows me.

Nod and make him drink potions made of golden apples.

Made from pseudo-world tree fruit, potions are powerful enough to heal even dying serious injuries.

But you can't drink it by pouring it into your mouth, it just spills away.

... I have no choice. Potion in mouth and pour lips together.

Light, gentle light wraps the girl around and the wound blocks.

After a while, with a decent face, my sister wakes up better, my sister hugs me and cries out in a woe.

In the meantime, good.

However, if there is a problem, it means that my vision has been going around since just now, and my head is stuck, and I'm so worn out that I can't stand any longer.

On the spot, on your knees, fall.

I can't stay conscious anymore.

After all, it was a detour to use that medicine on this child.

"I saved the child. You owe me back, you take care of me."

At the end of the day, squeeze out your voice.

I'm sure it doesn't make sense.

Let's hope this sister doesn't abandon the benefactor of her life.

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Wake up.

Looking around, he was in a building made of trees.

Apparently, those sisters weren't as flimsy as abandoning their benefactors.

The clothes I was wearing have disappeared and instead are dressed in cotton.

Should I call it a thin gown?

It's not a very good material, it doesn't have good taste, but it's a very laborious, durably made and valued garment.

Speaking of which, I feel a good resemblance to something called a kimono flowing from a small country on the east side.

My sisters wore those clothes, too.

Wake up your body.

Then I heard footsteps.

She's the sister I met in the woods.

As always, I don't understand words.

But it tells me you're worried about me.

In her hand was a wooden vessel, with porridge and pickles inside.

I'll bring that to your mouth.

She smiled as she included it in her mouth.

She's cute. I felt similar to Quina, but much more quiet and girly than Quina.

When she finished eating, she nodded and left.

Apparently, he'll take care of you for a while.

"In the meantime, have you secured your bunk?"

I think I'll be able to spend some time here until I get in touch with the Avalon demons and pick them up.

On a whim, it wasn't a mistake to help that kid.

After she's gone, I'll do a self-check on her body.

The magic and the power of the Demon King are flowing without precipitation.

Looks like he's finally released from metastatic sickness.

From [Storage], remove the demon.

Calling is the trump card I had in place when something happened.

S-ranked demons, with names with ultimate versatility and responsiveness.

Shizuku-shaped slime with a blue and clear translucent body.

She is an infinitely evolving slime, Ciel of Evol Slime.

"Phew! Phew, Phew, Phew"

Comes rubbing a sleigh and a translucent body.

"Ciel. That's a good thing, it's a pretty bad situation. Come on, be able to talk."

"Pizza!"

Ciel jumps.

And one spin in the air made a girl about twelve years old with blue hair.

She looks innocent as a blind eye.

"Demon King, I watched things outside while they were [stored], so I generally know what's going on! Leave this sire to me!

"Please... you can do most of the work."

"Piuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

I don't deny it.

If it's just a matter of a few dozen seconds, Ciel overtakes any demon.

Well, if I can stand those dozens of seconds, I'll just have to be ravaged by other S-ranked demons.

"I want to get in touch with Avalon. Whatever the means… Allow activation of [Fully imitated Perfect Trace]"

Evol Slime's Ciel announces the release of his proud trump card.

Ability to use it without my permission because of moves that cannot be used for a while once.

And this is why Ciel has the ultimate responsiveness and versatility.

"I'm going to try!... Then you will be Lord Lorono of Elder Dwarf. Master Lorono should be able to link you to Avalon's artificial satellite. You'll be able to contact Avalon wherever you are on this planet!

"Do it."

The one and only [Demon of Pledge].

Lorono, the world's best dwarf, Elder Dwarf, finally created something like an artificial satellite.

We launched about three of those satellites three months ago.

I need a dedicated device to access it, but only the creator and administrator Lorono can link it without using the device.

And what Lorono can do is activate [Perfectly Mimic "Power Effect Trace"], and Ciel can do it.

Let's just call Avalon.

... I should be able to contact you wherever you are on this planet.

But for some reason, I had a strange anxiety.

No, I care too much.

"Come on, Demon King, let's go outside."

Ciel pulls my hand and I go outside.