Mz Novels>The Lazy KingChapter 14: Perish!
As always, the Demon King under my watch was living in perfect peace.
The sun had long since risen, and yet the bed remained mounded in a very "Lazy-shaped" lump, not stirring in the slightest. At this point, it was questionable whether he was even alive.
Ever since receiving Kanon-sama's words of encouragement, I'd been observing him carefully, but no matter how I looked at it, this Demon King was simply too slothful.
I, who embody Wrath, may not always be enraged. But Lazy-sama never once fails to embody sloth.
Was this the difference between a Demon King and an ordinary demon? …No, it wasn't. From what the other Black Servants who monitored the Demon Kings had said, most Demon Kings were merely extensions of demons themselves. None of them had encountered anyone who pursued their sin as obsessively as Lazy-sama. …He ought to just die already.
Grinding my teeth, I wrote in my self-made Demon King Observation Diary.
And then my eyes went wide. Shocking. Grave.
There was nothing to report. Absolutely nothing.
No skill training. No study. No combat. No communication with subordinates. Not even attending strategy meetings. Everything was run entirely by his retainers, without the Demon King's knowledge. What I was witnessing was monarchy taken to its extreme form. And yet, he had completely misunderstood the meaning of "reign but do not rule."
No—he simply wasn't thinking at all.
Do you even realize your role, oh-so-great Demon King?
How did this army even function? Seriously, how?
The sheer pitifulness of it all was destroying my sanity. It built into stress, then warped into wrath, leaving me constantly burdened with rage I had no outlet for. As a result, my Wrath skill tree was growing at a terrifying pace. Not that I was happy about it.
I sat in the chair I'd brought, glaring at the bed as though it were the murderer of my parents.
And yet, no matter how much killing intent I unleashed, he didn't so much as stir. What was he?
And then, as the clock struck the hour, the root of all evil arrived, pushing a cart.
She opened the door without a sound, gliding in with refined grace. In a soft voice, she announced the time.
This person was, in all likelihood, the one closest to the Demon King Lazy. In other words—
"…Lazy-sama, it is time for your meal."
A maid.
A beautiful young demon girl, clad in an antique maid's uniform. I didn't know what sin she embodied—if any. She didn't look like a fighter, so perhaps she embodied nothing at all.
By human classification, she belonged to the Wraith subspecies of demons—spiritual beings innately inclined to harm others. Rarely, however, some demons were born without such instincts.
The result was a contradiction in terms: demons without a sin. This happened most often among young demons whose minds hadn't yet matured enough to desire a sin. Rarely, such demons remained that way into adulthood.
If she did harbor some sin, there's no way she'd be so devoted to Lazy-sama. This Demon King was scum.
Her name was Rona. No surname. Since being dispatched to Lazy-sama's side, she had been the one I interacted with most.
She had striking blue eyes, large and luminous, and shoulder-length blonde hair cut neatly. She was likely my age, or perhaps a bit younger.
And she was the root cause.
This girl coddled the Demon King in every possible way, ensuring that Lazy-sama never did a shred of work. I had protested countless times, but she always dismissed me, insisting this was her work. Honestly, what hope was left for the world if a child like her devoted herself to a slothful demon who did nothing but wallow in idleness? Even if it turned out she was the mastermind behind it all, I probably wouldn't be surprised.
She ought to just die. But she wouldn't. There was no risk of her falling in battle, since she never set foot on the battlefield.
At her whispered announcement of mealtime, the Demon King's head poked up from beneath the blankets. Half-lidded eyes, face pressed down into the sheets. It was the only moment I could count on seeing that pathetic expression every day. He looked utterly defenseless. But attacking here would do no good—already tested that. I knew by now it wouldn't leave so much as a scratch.
What was the Sloth skill, anyway?
Of all the demon classes' skill trees, the Sloth tree was the least understood.
Sloth demons avoided using skills by nature—that was their very definition. Which was why so little was known of them. And among them, not a single diligent soul existed who might record their abilities. Of course the skills remained unknown.
Unbelievable!
What were they even thinking, choosing to embody Sloth? What did they intend to accomplish, developing a skill tree they never even used? Every time I thought about it, I felt like I was observing some bizarre animal. And every time, my spirit eroded a little more. He ought to just die.
The only confirmed information: the Sloth tree excelled in endurance, possessed skills that could slow opponents, and included the skill of puppet creation—hence Lazy-sama's title, Slaughterdolls.
Just that much. And honestly, that much was enough. After all, they never used their skills anyway.
Lazy-sama, eyes still closed, opened his mouth.
Rona met that sight with a smile that could melt into honey. She scooped food with a spoon and placed it into his mouth—like a mother bird feeding her chick.
Unbelievable! This Demon King didn't even feed himself!
Enough already! How could such a Demon King even exist!? He owed an apology to every more diligent demon who never became a Demon King!
He owed an apology to all those demons who yearned with all their souls yet never attained kingship!
Grinding my teeth, I screamed only in my heart. My sanity was on the verge of collapse.
And Rona—she was just as bad!
The more I learned of his depravity, the lower my opinion of Lazy sank. But at the same time, my respect for all those other demons who hadn't reached kingship—even myself—plummeted too. And that, more than anything, enraged me.
I rose reflexively to my feet. Rona glanced my way.
With a sigh, she set the spoon gently on the plate, then placed her hand on her hip, looking exasperated.
"Day after day after day… what exactly are you dissatisfied with?"
That gesture, that tone—something in my head snapped.
Lazy yawned.
"Hah? Dissatisfied? Don't mock meeee!!"
So what if you're a Demon King—don't you dare look down on me!
Reason shattered in an instant. Wrath surged into flame, into blood, coursing through my entire being.
Day after day, I had endured this. If Kanon-sama would not pass judgment, then I would bring the end myself…
And yet, even now, he wasn't looking at me.
Eyes shut, head lolling lazily side to side. The urge to punt it like a soccer ball clawed at me.
But no… I had already tried that. And it hadn't left so much as a mark.
If I intended to harm him, there was only one option: the skill of Wrath Eira.
I took a deep breath, gathering the violent emotions that raced through my mind.
Too slow for use on the battlefield, it was a skill that required time to fully charge, channeling wrath to annihilate my foe. That was the essence of Wrath Eira.
"Damn you… in Kanon-sama's stead—I'll kill you…!"
The most powerful flame skill in the Wrath Eira repertoire.
Flames forged from my demon heart—the soul core—erupted from the ground like towering pillars, roaring high into the sky.
An S-class top-tier attack in the Wrath Eira skill tree. The most powerful skill at my disposal.
Wrath Flame—Leige Flame.
The heatwave caused Rona to falter.
The blast sent dishes flying, shattering them against the walls. The energy alone was enough to challenge an ordinary demon. Rona's arms and skin were instantly scorched, the acrid stench of burning flesh filling the air. She grimaced and reflexively retreated, shielding herself—but that was hardly enough.
"Rona, get out of the way. I won't be responsible if you're caught in this."
"…Useless. That level of 'wrath'… cannot break Lazy-sama's 'sloth'."
Damn her.
Fueled by boiling emotions, the flames climbed hotter than ever. The ceiling's protective barrier melted, rocks forming it liquefied, scorching the floor.
My thoughts burned with fuel, my arms ablaze, the flames turning red streaked with black.
The hem of Rona's dress caught fire. She did not attempt to extinguish it. Instead, she reached toward Lazy, still with his eyes closed, and whispered into his ear.
And then she spoke words I could scarcely believe.
"Lazy-sama… I have a younger sister. If I am gone, she is prepared to take care of you in my place."
"I see."
Rona did not fear for her own life.
And Lazy, the king of sloth, showed no interest in that fact. He didn't even open his eyes—didn't look at Rona.
"You fool… do you intend to die?"
"…I… have no power to stop Riez. If I die, it is only as a consequence."
Even as she spoke calmly through the pain, the words poured gasoline onto my flames.
The fire spread to the bedding, engulfing the king-sized bed. Rona, unmoving, kept watching Lazy as he remained unperturbed in the flames.
This fire was my wrath incarnate. Not mere physical flame, but the flame of annihilation, worthy of the name Hellfire. It reduced all to ash, rivaling even the highest destructive magic of the spirit-class demons.
Through it, I could sense the target's information.
Rona's body—composed of her soul—was no more fire-resistant than the minor durability provided by a basic demon skill tree. She was consumed easily, feeding the flames further.
She remained alive only because this was an aftereffect, barely a fraction of the skill's potential. Should I fully unleash it, her soul would turn to ash as easily as paper.
"Call for Lazy's help."
"You misunderstand… Riez Bloodcross."
Rona's head, enveloped in fire, her body a charcoal shell, stared at me from what remained of her burned-out eye sockets.
The emptiness there was chilling. She suffered burning agony without a scream, awaiting death calmly. I had never seen anything so horrifying.
And yet, she smiled—just for a moment.
"…Sloth… means… doing nothing… thinking nothing… feeling nothing… simply being, as one wills."
"!?"
Lazy, the very core of sloth, remained entirely motionless even as flames consumed everything around him.
Not a hair singed, not a skill used.
In front of him—the loyal demon who had always cared for him—was being burned alive!
Everything in his world was being incinerated!
My mind reached its limit.
Wrath, exceeding all, shattered my skull as the flames' temperature climbed even higher.
Then, for the first time, Lazy opened his eyes and muttered, looking toward me with a troubled expression.
"…Hot."
What… is he saying…?
My face twitched involuntarily. Words incomprehensible. A being incomprehensible.
Without a shred of hesitation, I unleashed my skill.
"…Perish! Lazy!"
"…I see."
Lazy sighed, an expression of annoyance flickering across his face.
Then, he looked at the palm I had raised—the black flames—and said only one word.
"Yoha."
In that instant, I understood for the first time that the Demon King had activated a skill. Without even uttering its name.
Faster than my skill, which had been poised to strike.
Instinctively, I knew that the mental contamination resistance skill protecting his soul had been shattered in an instant, without allowing even the slightest resistance.
It was a shock that shook my soul core. My vision blurred, my thoughts inverted.
The heat in my head was sucked away entirely.
As if the emotions I had just felt were a lie, the hole pierced in my heart opened a void in my mental world, and the skill I had fueled with wrath dissipated before it could activate. The flames that had scorched the surroundings, the ones that had burned Rona—everything vanished as if it had been a dream.
"What… is…"
I looked at my palm, the black flames completely gone.
I… had been angry. Surely, I had felt the wrath and hatred capable of reducing the world to ash.
The memory remained. Just seconds ago, I had been furious—but now, it didn't matter.
The dissonance between memory and emotion became a chilling wind, filling the empty space that should have been occupied by my spirit.
My knees gave out. The heat vanished. I knelt on the rapidly cooling floor.
I didn't understand. Nothing made sense. I couldn't grasp the anger I had felt. Why, how, and what had provoked it? How had I wielded that wrath? My memories offered no answers.
Unbothered by my confusion, Lazy rolled over lazily atop the bedding, now reduced almost entirely to ash.
There was only one explanation I could conceive for this abnormal situation.
—This is… the skill of Sloth.
Lazy, lying on his back, turned his gaze toward me.
"..."
Yet, he said nothing, closing his eyes again.
That shameless, overbearing nonchalance sparked a new fire within me.
Say something…
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AriasVolt September 05, 2025, 12:24 PMNOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooo, don't die, Ronaaaaa!!!
Someone need to put this bitch in the forever box, powered by Lord Lazy's laziness!10ReplyEmiya-Mari September 05, 2025, 10:50 AMTftc10ReplyMzNovelsDiscover your next great read
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Mz Novels>The Lazy KingChapter 15: Who Does This Guy Think He Is
"You're not going to kill me for defying you?"
"...If you want to die, go ahead and die on your own. Tell them to send the slothful one next."
Suu—. Lazy-sama let out a weary sigh, looking utterly uninterested. From those words alone, I became certain that my little rebellion hadn't made the slightest impact on this Demon Lord. Truly, he was a hopeless case. I could almost hear Kanon-sama's exhausted voice echoing in my head.
The skill that overwrites desire with sloth.
I guessed that was the effect of the unknown power Lazy-sama had used only once. At that moment, the abyss inside my heart—once filled entirely by my own desires—had been replaced in an instant.
If my theory was correct, then that skill was the ultimate weapon against demons. After all, a demon's combat power scales directly with their desires. Just like how my own "Flames of Wrath" increase dramatically in power the more enraged I become.
And it wasn't limited to wrath alone—the same applied to every other desire type. Lose greed, and the skills of Greed become useless. Lose appetite, and Gluttony's powers can't manifest their true strength.
It's an absurdly powerful skill. Normally, skills like that would be blocked by the innate mental-resistance skills in a demon's base skill tree. But Lazy-sama had bypassed it entirely and forced his ability through in an instant. That alone proved it—his skill wasn't something a basic resistance could defend against. It was a high-tier ability, at least, possibly even above that.
Whether it would work against other Demon Lords was uncertain. But if it did, then even a Demon Lord would be reduced to nothing before the King of Sloth. And though I hate to think it, that probably includes Kanon-sama—the Great Demon Lord himself.
No… in fact, for someone like me, it's even worse. My Wrath-based skills scale almost entirely off my anger. That means Lazy-sama's power could cripple me more effectively than most other Demon Lords.
When I think about the smoldering rage still lingering inside me, I doubt the effect would be permanent. But if even for a moment, in the middle of battle, that abyss opened again… I can't deny it. It terrifies me.
What's the effect? The range? The area? The conditions?
I know nothing. Facing this Demon Lord in ignorance… is far too dangerous. And the worst part? He's only shown me one power so far. I have more than ten Wrath-based skills at my disposal—and given his skill tree is likely no less advanced than mine, assuming Lazy-sama has fewer abilities would be ridiculous.
Lazy-sama is… dangerous. Not because he annoys me or wears down my sanity—but because his power itself is a threat.
I suspect Kanon-sama knows this too. That's why he sent me here. I doubt this Demon Lord would ever stage a rebellion, but Kanon-sama wants contingencies. Just in case.
If my Wrath skills can't defeat him, no other skill tree—especially the ones lacking direct attack power—will be able to break through his durability either.
He complained about the heat. That means that, at least for a moment, my blade had affected him. I can't hurt him now… but someday, when I grow stronger, I'll have the power to cut even this Demon Lord.
Sharpening my blade—that is my path.
Kanon-sama's will is clear: facing this man, wielding overwhelming strength, I am to refine my edge. At the same time, I'm to manipulate this man's resources and turn them toward the Great Demon Lord's army.
He would be a terrifying enemy, but with that Sloth-based skill on our side, he'd be an invaluable ally.
Balancing both tasks—honing my own strength and making him useful to us—that's my mission. My trial.
And when I overcome it, I'll be stronger than I've ever been. That much is certain.
Later, after being relocated to a new room, Lazy-sama rolled over lazily on an identical bed.
Looking at him now, there was no trace of contempt left in my eyes.
The room had been burned to ash by the backlash of my own power and was currently under reconstruction. None of Lazy-sama's subordinates had said a single word about it. Someone should have.
Just then, the door creaked open and a single demon entered.
A girl in a maid's uniform. She looked slightly like Rona, though she seemed a bit younger.
She glanced at Lazy-sama, still hidden under the blankets, then flicked her gaze at me briefly before approaching him with a bright smile that mirrored Rona's almost perfectly.
"Lazy-sama! Pleeeaaase wake uuuup!"
And without hesitation, she began shaking the Demon Lord's bed like a lunatic.
The smile, the air about her—they were similar, yes. But her behavior? Nothing alike. If this was the little sister Rona had mentioned… total scam.
This is no way to treat your master.
Before I realized it, I was the one stepping in to stop her—even though, technically, I was on Lazy-sama's side.
What even is this situation?
"!?! Hey—be more gentle!"
"Hm? Ah! You must be Riez-san, the one my sister told me about! I'm Hiiro! Rona's little sister, I used to look after Lazy-sama before!"
"Uh, y-yeah… right."
The girl—Hiiro—introduced herself without stopping her relentless shaking.
And there wasn't a hint of resentment in her eyes. None.
Despite me being the one who burned her sister alive, she smiled at me—brightly, innocently, like a flower blooming.
Even demons normally feel some bond with their families. I, for one, pledged absolute loyalty to Kanon-sama.
But instead, she said…
"Thank you so much! For killing my sister! Thanks to you, it's finally my turn! She just wouldn't give up her position, no matter how much I waited!"
Her feelings were twisted beyond belief. And the lack of malice in her tone only made it worse.
Even under Kanon-sama, even among demons, I'd never seen emotions like this before.
"You… don't have anything to say… to the one who killed your sister?!"
"Huh? Hmm…"
At that, Hiiro finally stopped shaking, placing a finger on her chin, thinking for only a second before replying.
"Riez-san, you really messed up. If you're gonna kill someone, you need to properly kill them…"
"...What?"
Hiiro sat down at the edge of the bed, her skirt fluttering slightly, revealing sun-kissed skin beneath the shorter hem compared to Rona's.
Then she giggled lightly, like a normal girl her age.
How the hell did Rona's prim, composed nature produce… this?
"Heeheehee… she's still alive, you know. Honestly, my sister's so stubborn. I mean, can you believe she survived that? Even if it wasn't a direct hit, taking the full force of a General-class demon—'Wrath Iira's'—power and living through it? She's lucky, really. I thought it was finally my turn, but now I have to wait again!"
…What?
Burned black—and yet still alive?!
No, wait, that's not the important part.
What did this demon just say?
"...Wait. Did you just say you would have had to… wait again? You weren't actually planning to—"
"No no no, don't misunderstand! I wouldn't kill my sister. She's still alive, just… charred, haha. But seriously, if I did kill her, I'd end up leaning toward 'Envy Invidia,' you know? And handling two desires would be way too annoying."
That cheerful tone made my blood run cold.
This girl… she's nothing like Rona. No kindness. No restraint. Even if they share a face, a shape, even youth itself—she's different. Purely, unmistakably different.
A real demon. A true-born embodiment of malice—what we call a "Pure Demon."
Hiiro either didn't notice my expression or didn't care. She lay down casually—on top of Lazy-sama, no less—staring up at the canopy as she continued.
"My sister's gorgeous, right? Even though we should share the same 'Soul Core' trait, she's tall and elegant, with big, sharp eyes, pale unblemished skin even with all that housework, shiny smooth hair without a hint of damage, a voice neither too high nor too low that's so soft and pleasant to listen to, and her chest… yeah, two whole sizes bigger than mine. Any male demon would go crazy for her. And yet, despite being such a bombshell, she's loyal to Lazy-sama, letting no one else so much as touch her, always serving him faithfully… strong-willed too, refusing to back down even against 'Wrath Iira'…"
She giggled again softly, almost fondly.
"Really, she's the perfect woman."
"…W-wait. 'Promiscuous'?"
"Eh? Oh, you didn't know? My sister's actually a Lust-type demon—'Lust Luxeria.' She's pretty powerful, too. She's refined her desires enough to wield A-rank skills. Demon ranking-wise, she's probably right below General-class… maybe Knight-class level."
That… was impossible to believe.
'Lust Luxeria.'
Among the seven primary demon types, Lust is known as the least suited for direct combat. Their abilities lean heavily toward manipulation, not raw force.
Worse yet, Lust-types have some of the lowest resistances to physical damage among all classes.
They're fragile. Extremely fragile. Especially against demons with strong mental resistance—their powers barely work at all.
But if that's true, then why—
"Why…"
"I don't know if my sister taught me this, but my family… has always served the King of Sloth, Lazy Slaughterdolls. Probably for dozens of generations. The rule was that the strongest demon in the family serves. And in this generation… that was my sister, Rona. That is, until 'yesterday.'"
Yesterday, I burned Rona with the flames of Wrath Iira. If Hiiro's words were correct, she survived, but to the extent of losing that power. That's how the generation changed—probably to this arrogant, insolent little sister.
"I've always felt inferior to my sister. Especially because of her looks. My sister had the ideal figure I wanted… because of that, I've always been weaker than her."
"Huh? Looks…?"
"The power of 'Lust Luxeria' isn't strong at all, even if a demon's rank rises and they can use A-rank skills. I'm much stronger. But still, I couldn't win. I'm grateful to you, Riez. I think, 'Thank you for burning my sister's beauty in your frustration.'"
Hiiro's tone drops for a moment. Then the demon speaks:
"Thanks to that, I was able to… 'surpass' my sister…"
All the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. Hiiro forcibly opens the blanket, curls up like a cocoon, and fearlessly clings to Lazy's arm, her blank gaze meeting his.
"Lazy-sama, nice to meet you. I'm sure you've heard, but starting today, I'll be taking care of you in place of my sister. I'm Hiiro! I will serve with all my heart and soul, so please take care of me!"
"…I see."
"My original sin… is 'Pride Spelvia.' I am Hiiro of 'Pride Spelvia.' Remember that!"
Of course… a demon of Pride!
'Pride Spelvia' is a demon that governs superiority and arrogance. In this army, it's also the sin overseen by the Supreme Commander, Hard Loader. This type has… an extremely troublesome skill tree. It pairs poorly with direct damage skills like Wrath Iira or Gluttony Gra.
Hiiro speaks to the Demon Lord with eyes sparkling in her first conversation. But at that very moment, I instinctively knew: this girl simply cannot handle Lazy-sama.
The Demon Lord replies with nothing but an emotionless gaze.
"…Ah. Yoha."
"? 'Yoha'? What does that mean?"
At those words, Lazy makes a face of utter displeasure. The expression says it all: too bothersome to explain. He looks toward me, but I ignore it. At first, I wondered too—asked what it meant. But Lazy didn't tell me. I only learned later from other demons. It was a ridiculously trivial story.
Lazy sighs deeply, as if blaming me. That sigh clouds Hiiro's expression. Lazy speaks in a heavy voice. To me, it sounds the same as always, but for Hiiro, speaking with him for the first time, it's different. His voice always sounds like disappointment.
"…What happened to the previous one?"
"…Huh? M-My sister?"
"…Ah."
He probably has no idea. Lazy doesn't care about a maid's name or origin. Most likely he's just answering because it's troublesome. Hiiro, provoked in her pride, answers in a trembling voice:
"My sister… was burned black by Riez over there. So I—"
You were there! And it's your fault! She's perfectly ignoring the fact, and somehow remembers nothing from just yesterday. Is something growing in that brain of hers?
"I see… bring her here."
"…Huh? Lazy-sama, y-you just…"
Lazy furrows his brow. Probably thinking, 'what a bother,' but to strangers, he might look angry. For reference, if Kanon-sama made that face, everything nearby would be turned to ashes. You must escape immediately. But this Demon King is lazy, so nothing like that will ever happen. I'd stake my life on it. Ugh… infuriating.
Lazy repeats:
"…Bring her here."
"Y-Yes… ahahaha, but she's just… ash, right? …Y-Yes, understood. I'll 'bring' my sister."
Hiiro's face briefly looked like she was about to cry, but she quickly stomped out of the room. It was as if to announce, I am displeased!
But, probably, Lazy-sama didn't notice. I watched the Demon Lord roll in bed without moving a muscle, unusually active for him, and dared to ask:
"What are you planning to do?"
"…That one is hopeless."
"…Hiiro?"
"Yeah…"
Without giving a concrete reason, he said it in a single, bored tone. It seemed the indulgence Rona had spoiled her with until now had some effect, after all. No wonder Luxeria, who excels only in seduction, had been so skilled at manipulating people. She had performed every conceivable form of service… which was also why I lost my temper.
Hiiro stomped loudly, swung open the door, and threw something roughly onto Lazy-sama's bed.
"…This is my sister."
What Hiiro brought was a 'soul core' only a few centimeters across, fitting in her palm. Half of it was scorched and partly destroyed. If it were me, I wouldn't call it alive—there wasn't enough intact material to tell. A demon can regenerate over long periods if their soul core is intact, but damage like this would likely destroy it faster than it could heal.
It was impressive Hiiro even found this among the ashes. Maybe… as sisters, she felt something?
Lazy-sama frowned at the thing, which had barely retained its shape, picked up the core, and let out a sigh of resignation. Then he looked at Hiiro and said… just one word again.
"…Yoha."
"…Huh? Ah… I'm sorry. I… I'm still inexperienced, but I'll do my best. …Could you tell me what that 'yoha' means?"
Hiiro was faced with an impossible question, and the smile she had just moments ago disappeared as tears streamed down her face. To make someone arrogant admit their own inexperience—that was terrifying. He probably wasn't thinking at all, but for a demon who governs pride, it was an unimaginable humiliation. They put themselves at the center of the world and were extremely weak to anything that could hurt their pride, or compare them to others.
"…Haa…"
"!? M-Major Demon…"
Who does he think he is?
Lazy-sama sighed and closed his eyes. Whether it means 'do as you see fit' or 'I am satisfied', he wasn't giving any concrete instruction either way. He wanted nothing in particular right now. He could have just told her.
Hiiro looked around anxiously. Her eyes met mine, but I ignored her; I didn't like the demon of Pride. She tried to regain some evaluation with forced cheer. Probably, her standing neither rose nor fell. And honestly, getting praise from Lazy-sama wouldn't mean anything.
I can't help but think Pride and Sloth are a terrible combination. Arrogance believes in superiority over others, while Sloth doesn't care about anything. A King of Sloth cannot satisfy the superiority complex of Pride. Rona, no matter the rules, clearly made a poor choice in picking a successor. Is this some kind of harassment?
"Ah… I'm good at housework! Cooking, laundry, cleaning… I'm confident. And if you wish… s-sexual service too…"
"I see."
Blushing deeply, Hiiro tried her best, and Lazy-sama answered as always. He wasn't cold—just… as usual! But Hiiro didn't know that. You shouldn't try to communicate with the Demon Lord. You have to think of him as some kind of shellfish… which is why I'm so troubled.
Cornered, Hiiro said the one 'word' desperately:
"Please… command me in anything you wish!"
Hearing that, Lazy-sama for the first time spoke a meaningful word of his own will:
"...…Tch, what a bother."
"…Eh!?"
Who does he think he is?
Lazy-sama let out the deepest sigh yet. Hiiro looked at him in stunned silence. She had said nothing wrong, no insults, no selfish demands. Any reasonable person seeing this would side with Hiiro. I would. Don't expect a maid who just arrived today to understand everything.
Then, casually, Lazy-sama held the damaged soul core up to the light.
What could he possibly be thinking?
And then it happened. A presence suddenly erupted, and for an instant, my breath caught.
Hiiro's face twisted in fear, her perfect features convulsed, and she stepped back.
Pride forgot Pride. Wrath forgot Wrath. The power made my own Wrath Flame, Raze Flame seem like child's play—a magical force capable of reshaping the world. It was, without doubt, the most intense wave of power I had ever seen.
Apathy Akedia's power made everything feel meaningless, draining all strength from my body. Lazy-sama chanted with a face that seemed ready to die. It was clearly a spell.
"'I-I-Ru-Akeldia. All shall degrade and decay. Haa… Golden Principle, black foundation weaving all things, under my name alone, achieve only separation. 'Collapsing Exquisite Golden Moon, Sloth Minus Growth'' …Ah, I misspelled…"
"Wait…"
The overflowing magic followed the Demon Lord's chant and took form as a phenomenon.
Normally, the hierarchy of difficulty for skill activation goes: with chant, with just the skill name, and finally chantless. The further it goes, the harder it becomes, and the weaker the power.
Yet the Demon Lord, who until now had never once spoken a chant—or even uttered a skill name—was forced to chant. And not just any chant, but one so long and grand that it was unmistakably the highest-ranked skill I had ever seen since being assigned here.
I had no idea what was about to happen, but every fiber of my being screamed that something was wrong. An alarm bell ringing inside me.
Normally, the presence of a skill activating can hardly be felt. Yet this time, I could sense it clearly.
At the distortion of the world's laws themselves, Hiiro let out a scream.
And then, to make it worse… he botched it? That sigh in the middle was definitely a mistake, wasn't it!?
He can't even properly chant his own skill? This Demon Lord!
The thought racing through my head was just escapism. Even if the chant failed, the skill itself was still unmistakably activating.
Something scattered apart. Nothing had changed, and yet the sensation was one of things breaking.
The Demon Lord raised the soul core. The half-charred crystal's color and shape began to change. From around it, a black haze appeared, gathering, forming, and changing in color.
Hiiro muttered in stunned disbelief.
"Big… sis?"
"…Haa."
Despite the weary sigh, the sight before us was like watching a film in reverse. The charcoal regained its color. The fully carbonized face turned white again, regaining luster. In the hollow eye sockets, large eyes regenerated.
In mere seconds, there stood a completely uninjured 『Rona』. Her body, and even the clothes she wore, bore not a single mark.
Confronted with an impossibility far beyond anything he imagined, Hiiro's eyes widened in panic. He staggered back, bumping into the table, collapsing onto his rear, and still scrambled further away.
And then, Rona slowly opened her eyes.
…She's alive.
Impossible… what kind of skill is this?
Regeneration? No, that's absurd. Regeneration doesn't bring clothes back. More importantly, Rona had been utterly annihilated. Even if her half-destroyed soul core were restored, there's no way she could be brought back this completely!
"Big… sis?"
"Hii…ro?"
Hiiro stumbled forward toward Rona, as though seeing a ghost.
Rona, blinking in confusion, looked back at her little sister as though she had no idea what was happening. And of course she wouldn't—when even I, who witnessed everything, couldn't understand a thing.
Then Hiiro's expression shifted. From pale shock to bafflement.
Tilting her head, she studied Rona's body from head to toe.
I noticed it too. The restoration wasn't finished. No—her injuries were gone, perfectly healed. But her body was still "reverting."
The skill hasn't ended yet!
The sensation of things breaking hadn't stopped, even after Rona was fully restored.
Her height shrank slightly—but undeniably. Her chest flattened a little. Her features softened into a younger look.
Her outfit shifted too, changing from a pure white maid uniform into a smaller one, black-based. The long skirt shortened, though still a bit longer than Hiiro's.
Don't tell me… a mistake!?
As I watched in anxious suspense, her tall figure kept shrinking. The fifteen-centimeter difference between her and Hiiro narrowed to ten, then five. Her chest size remained largely the same, but her once-mature features were clearly transforming into something far more youthful.
Hiiro blinked rapidly in disbelief, then looked toward Lord Lazy.
"…Lord Lazy, is this…?"
"…I overdid it."
Lord Lazy, his face utterly devoid of remorse, pressed his head lazily into a pillow. Even when he failed, the Demon Lord had no motivation whatsoever.
Overdid it…?
Rona's transformation finally halted.
By then, the difference between her and Hiiro was nearly gone. Personality aside, their faces looked so similar they could have been twins. Only that Rona was still slightly taller, and her chest noticeably larger, distinguished her. The true difference lay in what they embodied—Lust and Pride.
Rona, bewildered, inspected her shortened limbs.
Hiiro looked around helplessly, unsure how to react, almost as if wanting to ask someone for help.
Only Lord Lazy remained unfazed, gazing without malice at the considerably compact version of Rona.
"Do you still have your memories? Today's date?"
At Lord Lazy's question, Rona pushed aside her confusion and straightened her posture. Perhaps bothered by the skirt that had grown shorter, she fidgeted slightly, but still answered clearly.
"Eh? Ah… yes. Today is 271C8A of the Divine Calendar, 310th year of the Canon Calendar, November 11th, Lord Lazy."
Hearing her cheerful declaration, Lord Lazy glanced in my direction.
Wait—did he ask without actually remembering today's date?
Hiiro, having regained her composure, supplied the correction.
"Big sis, today's the 12th."
"Huh? No, it's the 11th… wait? Hiiro, did you get taller?"
You're the one who shrank!
Still tilting her head, unable to grasp the situation, Rona was met with Lazy's dismissive words, as though it hardly mattered.
"I see. Very well. Yoha."
"??? Y-yes! Understood…"
Still puzzled, Rona instinctively checked her wristwatch, then the clock hanging on the wall. Realization dawning, she hurriedly bowed her head low to Lord Lazy.
"Lord Lazy, my deepest apologies. It seems… today's meal will be delayed by about an hour."
"Yoha."
"Thank you very much. I am grateful for your mercy."
Just like that, Rona slipped back into her daily routine, pattering quietly out of the room while pulling along her still-bewildered little sister.
I could only stare, dumbfounded, unable to say a word.
What kind of pointless loyalty is that? She's more worried about the Demon Lord's meals—meals he could go years without—than about the fact her own body has shrunk?
I looked over at Lord Lazy, but the very culprit behind all this showed no signs of satisfaction, accomplishment, or guilt. He simply closed his eyes… and within seconds, was sound asleep.
This Demon Lord really never wavers, huh…
So utterly unshakable that I began to doubt my own dominion over 『Wrath』.
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Mz Novels>The Lazy KingChapter 16: Don't—Mess—With—Me!
Seriously, I can't take this anymore.
Every time that Sloth skill gets shown off, my stress levels skyrocket.
The only thing I've figured out is that this Demon King has advanced his class to a level worthy of being ranked third.
And the fact that should've been a source of joy for me only keeps chipping away at my confidence as a demon.
I had no clue how much desire I'd need to satisfy in order to obtain a nonsense skill like "Turn Back Time." To be precise, it's supposed to be a skill that severs and erases accumulated experiences, but honestly, who cares about the details?
Compared to Wrath's straightforward offensive skills, Sloth's abilities are absurdly freeform, their effects incomprehensible, and honestly… it just feels sickening.
Because it's rarely used, the damage when it is used hits like a truck. Lazy-sama is definitely trying to kill me from stress. Probably conspiring with everyone else around here.
This workplace is insane. …My stomach literally hurts.
Now I really get why the previous demon who ruled over Sloth threw in the towel. If a fellow Sloth demon gave up, there's no way Wrath like me can endure this.
No matter how much anger I hurl, he stays perfectly calm, so my stress never goes away.
Caught between Kanon-sama's expectations and this hellhole of a field assignment, I'm completely stuck in the middle.
Still, if we're talking pure workload, there's no easier posting than this.
After all, even without supervision, these guys will never actually revolt, and even if I don't lend a hand, somehow it'll all turn out fine in the end.
…Or so I thought, until this nonsense happened!
Clutching my stabbing stomach, I glared at Lazy-sama, slouched deep into his chair.
"What… what did you just say?"
"…Nothing."
He turned his face away with an expression that screamed "Ugh, too much effort to explain." The fact that I can now read the expressions of this practically expressionless Demon King counts as some form of growth, I guess. Not that I wanted this kind of growth…
No good. He's hopeless.
I took a deep breath to hold back my fury. Compared to when I first came here, my tolerance has definitely grown wider.
Control the rage… Even yelling at him would be a waste.
"…Do you remember the contents of the imperial command?"
"…"
Don't—don't close your eyes. Please, at least listen…
It's fine. Calm down… If I get angry, I lose…
Deep breaths. I lowered my voice to make it easier for Lazy-sama to follow.
"I told you, right? This mission… the enemy is a Demon King."
"…Nah?"
You little…!
My fists clenched so tight my nails broke the skin, stabbing into my palm with a burning pain.
Is he mocking me? No. He's not playing dumb. He genuinely doesn't remember.
I told him! I absolutely told him! I was the one who received Kanon-sama's orders, the one who went through all the trouble of delivering them to Lazy-sama, the one who warned him that since the opponent was a powerful Demon King, he had to deploy directly or we'd just be sending general-class demons to die for nothing!
I warned him because I knew he'd never take the initiative otherwise!
I forced down the Wrath boiling through my skull with repeated diaphragmatic breathing.
"Hey, hey, Sis. Don't you think Riez-san's gotten a lot calmer lately?"
"Quit fooling around and hold the corner properly!"
Aaaaaaaaaghhh!
The sisters, the ones who piss me off second only to Lazy-sama, had the nerve to comment like it wasn't their problem.
Apparently, after hearing about Hiiro's disgraceful display toward her liege, they'd started coming as a pair under the guise of "maid training."
So now I've got the combo of a bratty younger sister who deliberately talks loud enough for me to hear, and the slightly airheaded older sister who once killed me outright but now doesn't give a damn about me. Thanks to them, my stress has doubled. This is hell.
The essence of the Arrogance lineage is absolute correction toward those deemed "inferior."
In short, if they think someone's weaker than them, they're absolutely strong against that person. But if they see someone as even slightly superior, they become absolutely weaker. That was their skill.
Because her older sister Rona revived, Hiiro apparently had to fall back to second place again. By rights, with the nature of Arrogance, once you've "surpassed" someone, that shouldn't be overturned so easily. But the visible difference in their figures (mainly the chest) was enough to crush Hiiro all over again, so for now she seems to fear Lazy-sama a little and obediently listens to her sister.
Well, whatever. That's not the issue right now.
The problem is Hiiro, glancing at me while "making" the bed like she's setting up a prank. With a nasty grin, she said:
"Riez-san doesn't get angry at all anymore… Did she give up after seeing Lazy-sama's power?"
"Of course she did. Honestly, it was insane of her to challenge the Demon King in the first place!"
Aaaaaaaaaghhhhhh!
Fuel dumped right into the Wrath ballooning to the brink of explosion inside my head.
Blood spurted from my palm, dripping onto the floor. I clenched too hard, cracking the tiles beneath me.
I poured every shred of willpower into holding back my emotions.
Stay calm… calm down, Riez Bloodcross.
It's just childish nonsense…
Compared to this man, a king who never does anything himself—
Smile. Just smile.
"Ma… Demon King-sama? You… you do remember, don't you? The opponent this time is that… the Gluttonous Demon King."
"…Who's that?"
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!
Somebody do something about this mannnnnnnnnnn!
There's no way a demon serving under Kanon-sama wouldn't know the name of Zebul Glakos, the Gluttonous one.
But no, this Demon King really doesn't know. Yahoooo…
That's why I explained it! I knew he didn't know, so I explained it! I absolutely explained it!
Ohhh, Kanon-sama, please save meeeee!
As I banged my head against the bedpost, desperately trying to forget my rage, Rona watched me with eyes like she was looking at something disgusting.
This is your master's faultttttttt!
"…The… the fifth-ranked Demon King who rules over Gluttony. He devoured the fifteenth and sixteenth-ranked Demon Kings in just three days. A truly… monstrous Demon King."
"…Is that impressive?"
"Guuhh… Y-yes, it's impressive! Listen, fifth-ranked means he's the fifth strongest among Kanon-sama's Demon Kings!"
"…Stronger than you?"
Nooooooo!
Don't compare a general-class demon to a Demon King!
I forced out the answer through blood and tears. Damn it, why do I have to suffer like this?
"Well… yes, I suppose so…"
"I see."
The indifference in his tone finally snapped something inside me.
If you don't even care, don't ask in the first placeeee!
Aaaaaaaaaaaghhhhhh!
"Wow… amazing, Riez-san. To stay quiet even after being told all that…"
"Of course. If anything, it was your way of speaking to Demon King-sama until now that was strange."
In my head, I've already killed him thousands, no, tens of thousands of times!
Aaaaaaaaah. This is bad… I could die.
Tears welled up from sheer fury. Why me…
"Ugh… th-that's why, if Demon King-sama doesn't go, it'll be a disaster! Worst case, we'll all be wiped out!"
Normally, when Demon Kings fight, it's considered common sense that a Demon King faces another Demon King.
What's more, we knew in advance that the enemy forces were personally led by Zebul.
Any ordinary Demon King would know this without being told. But knowing Demon King-sama, I thought he might not realize, so I said it!
Give me back my effort!
After listening to me rant at length, Demon King-sama yawned, his eyes heavy with sleep.
"…yo wa."
"If you let the army granted to you by the Great Demon King-sama be annihilated, you'll absolutely be punished, you know!? Do you even understand that!?"
From the way things looked, maybe if it were Kanon-sama, he would forgive Demon King-sama unlike any other Demon King.
But of course I didn't say that. If I did, he'd never step outside.
Why is it that, when the person himself isn't thinking about anything, I—the one merely sent to keep an eye on him—have to think this far ahead!!
"…"
Mooove, already!!
I tugged on Demon King-sama's arm as he silently closed his eyes.
It had only been a few hours since I heard from Rona that Deji and Media had gone out and pressed Demon King-sama about it.
We need to hurry, or they'll be wiped out. No—by now, they might already be wiped out.
Honestly, he should have at least said something! Like, "Come with me!"
Just as I was about to give up on Demon King-sama, who showed no signs of moving, an unexpected savior appeared.
Hiiro, eyes sparkling with curiosity, tugged on his arm.
"Demon King-sama, I want to see it too! You fighting!"
…No, that's not the point, you know?
Hiiro, even more brazen toward Demon King-sama than me, climbed right onto his lap and shook his shoulders.
Her sudden outrageous act sent her elder sister into a panic as she grabbed at Hiiro. But unfortunately, with her strength and abilities diminished over the years, Rona couldn't fully pull Hiiro away.
"Hey, stop that! How dare you be so rude to Demon King-sama—"
"Huh? But, onee-chan, don't you also want to see Demon King-sama fight, just once?"
"Eh—t-that's…"
Rona hesitated for a moment at her sister's blunt question.
So even she, who serves such a passive Demon King, had those feelings. Oddly, that made me feel a little relieved.
Noticing the change in his faithful maid, whom he had restored with time, Demon King-sama opened his eyes and spoke just a single word.
Truly, only a single word—the name he'd finally learned recently.
"Rona."
"Hiiro, enough! Demon King-sama is tired. Instead of troubling him, we should just do what we must!"
In an instant, Rona reversed her stance without hesitation. She seized Hiiro firmly with both arms and pulled her away from Demon King-sama.
Even as she dragged the struggling girl, she wore a blissful smile, bowed deeply, and looked up at Demon King-sama.
But showing no interest in that smile, Demon King-sama simply closed his eyes again.
From Rona's arms, Hiiro cried out.
"B-but onee-chan! Every night, you get off to Demon King-sama—!"
…Huh?
The moment those words left her mouth, Rona moved with a speed far too sharp for one aligned with Lust, as if powered by some hidden skill, and clamped an iron claw onto Hiiro's face.
Expressionless, she looked down at her sister. Her eyes weren't smiling. That was the look of someone deciding how to prepare a fish laid out on a cutting board.
This was the awakening of a sleeping lion—proof of what happens when you anger someone usually so mild.
"Hiiro… if you say one more word, fufu… I might just awaken Wrath…"
"Hiii!? Y-yessss!"
There stood a sister genuinely ready to kill.
Realizing she'd stepped on a lion's tail, Hiiro paled and nodded frantically.
Rona kept glancing at her master, face flushed red, but Demon King-sama was already back in full rest mode. He couldn't have heard. And even if he did, he probably wouldn't care.
But… I see, so that's Lust's Ruxeria for you. No wonder Hiiro called her such a lewd onee-chan.
Relieved that Demon King-sama hadn't reacted, Rona let out a sigh of relief.
For the first time in a long while, I laughed from the bottom of my heart.
…But then again, it's not just Demon King-sama here, is it?
I lightly tapped Rona's shoulder. She turned, saw my smile, and instantly paled.
In her arms, Hiiro had already fainted, frothing at the mouth.
"R-Riez?"
I completely ignored Rona's pleading gaze and spoke in a casual tone, as though making small talk.
"I see… who would have thought that behind such a serious face, you'd be up to that sort of thing… perhaps that's what it means to be Lust's Luxeria?"
"Wh-what…!?"
"I thought it surprising when I heard you were aligned with Lust, but to think you'd go so far as to use your master every night for your own—"
"Stop, stop, stop, stop!"
Rona grabbed my collar with an expression I had never seen before and pressed in close.
Even though she now carried a faint fragility, her fully-formed beauty seen at such close range was enough to make even another woman's heart skip a beat.
Kukuku… Lust, Lust indeed.
I turned my gaze away from Rona's tearful eyes.
What should I do—this is far too fun.
"Even for a demon of Lust, isn't that going a bit too far? To think that beneath that stoic exterior, you'd be pursuing Luxeria's path in that way… no wonder your little sister calls you a lewd woman. And every day, no less… Rona, you might just qualify to be the Demon King of Lust yourself at this point."
"Wait, that's wrong, Riez! It's not like that! This is all just Hiiro's misunderstanding—"
She shook my shoulders frantically.
But what conviction could those words hold, spoken with her face flushed and eyes brimming with tears?
Whether it was the truth or a lie—it didn't matter to me.
"If that's the case, then instead of something so roundabout, why not just tell Demon King-sama directly, like Hiiro does? 'Please allow me to serve you in any way, even sexually.' I can just imagine his surprise if he heard that from you. Rona, the one who always prepares his meals and cleans his chambers, secretly harboring such thoughts…"
"…!!"
Rona let out a soundless scream.
I delivered the final blow, cupping her apple-red cheeks with my palm.
"Oh, if it's too hard to say yourself, should I tell him for you? As an apology for killing you the other day. Fufu… Demon King-sama is truly blessed. To be so adored by Lust's Luxeria and to have your 'first' given to him…"
"Hii… u-uh… no, that's not—! I…"
Stammering, Rona collapsed into a sit.
Despite all this ruckus, Demon King-sama hadn't so much as twitched.
I patted Rona's trembling shoulder as she looked as though the world was ending. At this rate, she really might awaken Wrath.
"Hey, Rona. How about we make a deal?"
"A… deal…?"
She looked up at me with the eyes of an abandoned puppy. I told her plainly:
"I have my duty, and you have yours. To fulfill them, we could help each other. Kukuku… this is what mutual aid is all about, don't you think?"
"…A deal?"
"That's right, Rona. What I want is to see Demon King-sama fight. If I were to witness him slay Zebul Glakos with my own eyes… well, then everything I've heard today would simply slip my mind."
"Ghh… you damn demon…"
Now she protests?
Even when given a glimmer of hope, she still hesitated. Truly the image of loyalty. A mirror of devotion—though she's the kind of lewd girl who pleasures herself to her master every night.
"Oh, if that's too much, then you could even record his battle with an image crystal. Kukuku… that would make for some fine material, wouldn't it?"
"F-fine! Fine, I'll do it! Just stop already!"
At last, Rona waved the white flag.
Victory really is sweet. Even without drawing on Wrath's Ira, I felt a refreshing satisfaction I hadn't tasted in some time.
The only issue now was whether Rona could persuade Demon King-sama.
…Which might actually be the hardest problem of all.
Rona timidly tugged at the hem of Demon King-sama's robe as he slept peacefully.
"Demon King-sama…"
"…"
Perhaps trained by the countless times she had woken him for meals, Demon King-sama opened his eyes instantly at a single call.
Face still flushed, Rona began her plea.
"Forgive me, but… I have one request…"
"No."
…So merciless, even to his maid.
But of course—that was only natural. Demon King-sama was the kind of man who, despite possessing the skill to resurrect, wouldn't bother using it until Hiiro became too troublesome to deal with. Why would he treat Rona any differently?
Yet unlike me, Rona didn't flinch in the slightest at his blunt response. She was used to this.
"Would you… please join with Riez to defeat the enemy Demon King, Zebul Glakos?"
"…Why?"
Why?
Why, he asks? Because it's an order from the Great Demon King-sama!
I started forward, but Rona stopped me, instead meeting him with gentle eyes as she asked softly:
"Demon King-sama, is there anything you'd like to eat tonight?"
"…Curry rice."
"Then I'll make curry rice this evening, with all my skill. And perhaps, if I may, a bit of exercise beforehand would be good for you as well."
"…Unnecessary."
"Then… how about dessert, Demon King-sama?"
"…Apple pie."
Childish.
"Then, shall we bake an apple pie as well? Lazy-sama, it will take some time. Perhaps some exercise in the meantime?"
"I hate it."
"And a fight?"
"I'm a pacifist."
So what the hell is a pacifist Demon King supposed to be?
"That is truly admirable, Lazy-sama."
"Especially if the opponent is strong. That just makes it even worse. Too much hassle."
"…Compared to the Demon King, it is but a trifling power."
No, no, that's not true at all, okay?
The opponent is ranked Fifth, you know? And Lazy-sama only just recently rose to Third.
Sure, he's above Zebul Glakos without a doubt, but whether he can win easily… that's hard to say. Matchups matter, and I barely know anything about the skills of Sloth.
Lazy-sama turned his weary gaze toward Rona.
"…I see. Rona… are you really that desperate for me to fight?"
"…Yes."
"And for whose sake?"
"…For mine. Later… I will view it. I'll have Riez… record it for me."
"Pffft—!"
I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
Rona's face turned crimson like a boiled octopus as she glared at me. Her eyes were screaming that's not what she meant, but from where I was standing, it could only mean exactly that.
Alright, alright! I'll record it for you, so make as much of a side dish out of it as you like.
"…I see…"
"My apologies."
"…Sigh…"
"My apologies."
"…Ugh, I think I have a stomachache…"
The Demon King declared this with a completely unbothered expression.
Seriously!? That's how far you'll go to avoid fighting!? Lazy Slothdolls!
If you're going to fake being sick, at least look like you're in pain!
"…I am truly sorry, Lazy-sama."
Rona bowed deeply, her expression showing real remorse.
Lazy-sama, however, didn't seem moved in the slightest. He just turned away and curled up.
There's no way this is going to work…
"…Come, Riez. Lazy-sama has given his consent."
"…Eh!? For real!?"
This counts!? This actually counts!? Are we really doing this? Because from every possible angle, it looks like a flat-out refusal!
The Demon King shrank further on his chair. It was the right call to press the matter during bed-making time. If it had been bedtime, he would've already holed himself under the blankets without question.
And then Rona said something unbelievable.
"…Riez, take Lazy-sama with you. Even if you can't do anything else, that much at least you can manage, right?"
…'Even if you can't do anything else'—excuse me, that's extremely rude. Do you even realize how hard I've been working—
But fine. That part I can ignore. The real issue is… "take him with me"?
"…Wait. You mean… carry him on my back?"
"The Demon King must not be the one to move. That much is only natural."
Natural, my ass—he should walk!
For one, Shadow Palace sits in the center of the vast lands granted to Lazy-sama. We already have a rough idea where contact will occur, but carrying him all the way there…?
I don't even want to imagine it. Even if I have the strength, does the Demon King's pride really allow him to be piggybacked by a woman shorter than himself?
…Yeah, apparently it does.
The indignation rising inside me fizzled out into resignation. I don't even know why I have to go this far, but whatever. Fine.
Yes. I will keep a generous heart—besides, it's not even like we could walk there on foot. Well, we could, but it'd take too long. In the Demon Realm, the main means of transport is flying dragons anyway.
So really, when she says "carry him," it's only up to the dragon stables.
"…Fine. I'll carry him then…"
"That will do. Now, Lazy-sama, forgive me but—"
"…The truth is, if I'm out of bed for more than an hour… I'll die."
At this point, the Demon King's shameless excuse stripped away the last remnants of his dignity.
And don't just say that with a straight face! There is no such Demon King!
Besides, even riding a dragon, it takes over an hour one-way.
"…Even with a flying dragon, the one-way trip will take more than an hour…"
"Hah!? More than an hour!? You… you're trying to kill me!!"
That was the loudest, most spirited voice I'd heard from him since I got here.
He really doesn't want this, does he… this man. My stomach is in knots.
"Don't screw with me! Fine—if I must fight, so be it. All I have to do is throw out some skills. But if you want me to fight, then bring that so-called Demon King enemy right here, into this room!"
"T-that's impossible! Enough, let's go!"
I yanked hard on the arm of the Demon King who was throwing a tantrum.
"Nooo! I absolutely refuse to work!"
"Hey, don't be selfish! This is an order from the Great Demon Lord-sama!"
"Damn it… why am I stuck with this… I quit being a Demon King!"
This guy… he's serious. He really doesn't want to move at all.
And seriously, you haven't even worked that hard to begin with, have you!
And at this point, Lazy-sama still has zero interest in the opponent.
"…Hey, don't say something stupid! You can stay in bed until we leave!"
The only person who's ever gotten such a concession out of me in a fit of rage is this guy.
"…Can I sleep during the battle too?"
Has this Demon King completely lost his mind?
No, seriously, you'd die! There's no way you wouldn't! The opponent isn't just a general—they're another Demon Lord-level Demon King!
Does he even understand that?!
"…This is hopeless. Tell Kanon to fight. You're the one who has to battle."
He said it with eyes full of unnecessary confidence. This guy, facing a Great Demon King, shows no fear whatsoever.
If anyone from the Great Demon King-sama's retinue saw this, it would be considered high treason.
"That's impossible! And anyway, it doesn't have to be a flying dragon! That's the fastest option, yes, but warp or teleport or anything you like! You will fight! That's your duty!"
"…Sigh…"
Lazy-sama sighed.
What a useless guy.
And his eyes… they're screaming how annoying this conversation is.
Just as I was about to argue back, a sudden sensation of being thrown into midair hit me.
My vision changed in an instant.
"Huh…?"
Lazy-sama was hurled into the air and landed on the ground without even taking a defensive stance or letting out a sound.
I scrambled to steady my suddenly floating body and landed.
A barren dark plain stretched to the horizon. The pale blue moon cast its light over the desolate land, with not a single tree in sight.
"Huh? Wait… w-what?"
Am I seeing a hallucination?
We were just inside the castle a moment ago… so why are we here?
Compared to my total panic, the Demon King, suddenly thrown to the ground, showed no sign of worry.
The pitch-black soil, as if shaped from darkness itself, was the cursed soil of the Dark Prison Lands, saturated with the mana of death.
"…Zone… farther…"
"Huh? Wait…"
An ominous voice reached my ears.
The scenery shifted again.
From a featureless plain to a field reeking of blood, flesh, and fire.
Lazy-sama rolled pathetically across the ground.
In that instant, my instincts detected something.
A presence unlike Lazy-sama's—but just as massive—was before us. A small shadow cloaked in black, absorbing even the blackest of light like a hole in the sky.
A small face with green hair stared at me, confused. Actually, I was more confused than she was.
Zebul Glakos.
The King of Gluttony. His appearance matched what the Demon King had described.
Impossible… am I dreaming!?
Ignoring my complete confusion, Lazy-sama staggered upright.
He walked with unsteady steps, like a newborn fawn, directly in front of Zebul Glakos, then collapsed on his back, letting out a silent sigh.
Without making a sound, his mouth moved, whispering complaints.
"…W-wait… impossible… this guy's strong… no… I wasn't told…"
My mind was immediately flooded with objections.
Wait… that's your doing?!
Sure, I told him to teleport or do whatever skill he wants… but this!
Is this a Sloth skill? Perfectly fits his laziness, huh!
And he gives up so fast!
Lazy-sama glanced at Zebul Glakos and slowly shook his head.
My stomach churned with a strange, ominous pain. Feels like a hole just opened up.
Whatever the case… d-don't ffff… mess with me!
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AriasVolt September 06, 2025, 12:13 PM"So strong, so scary... Better let someone else deal with this" *Teleport the Demon King of Gluttony to ducking Space*10ReplyEmiya-Mari September 06, 2025, 11:50 AMTftc10ReplyMzNovelsDiscover your next great read
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