“Now, how should I talk to them?”
“Is the goddess no good?”
“Yeah.”
Somehow, I can just about tolerate the Demon King, but the goddess is unforgivable.
“Then, this is probably the best. Let’s try seduction again. Luckily, the wind orchestra club has many girls.”
“Stop it!”
On my end… well, it seems like a deep-rooted problem is about to unfold, so let’s not do that.
…No, well, considering the wind orchestra club members are weak, “seduction” might work well, but it’s hopeless if they aren’t motivated.
“The best and quickest way might be the descent of the goddess,” says President.
But according to him, we’ve come so far that the wind orchestra club members won’t listen to anyone on an equal footing anymore.
But maybe, from a higher position, perhaps…
“The wind orchestra club is already a place with a strict hierarchy. And now, without the advisor who was at the top, it’s kind of in a state of limbo. If a goddess reigns over them…”
…Will it work out?
“Maito-san, may I take some tea and snacks?”
While I was looking for a counterargument, Toriumi suddenly said that.
“Eh, oh, sure…”
“Then, I’ll go with Katori to the Demon King’s place and ask about dressing like a goddess.”
“Stop! It’ll be irreversible! Stop!”
And then, as I thought of deploying the physics lab (food storage), he took the snacks and disappeared with Katori.
…Seems like they “teleported.”
“Maito-san, let’s give up.”
“Hey, how many more of my dark histories do you want to create?”
“Dark history is not the goal but the process, so please give up.”
Is there no mercy?
None, it seems.
—
I gave up and started preparing dinner.
Tonight’s dinner is curry with lots of spices. It’s made by sautéing flour and spices in butter to make the roux.
It’s quite mild. Let’s put a soft-boiled onsen egg on top of the curry.
And then a salad with lots of vegetables. Yes.
As I was cooking, Toriumi and Katori returned.
“We’re back!”
“Welcome back, damn it.”
“When I asked about goddess-like traits, he immediately said ‘muscular.'”
…Really?
—
After dinner, we listened to the report.
“The goddess has golden hair, ‘sky-blue seed’ colored eyes, and is muscular with tanned skin,” they said.
…The first two traits are indeed very goddess-like, but the latter two are more like… well.
“And she’s super beautiful.”
A muscular beauty, huh. Okay, just give me a moment, I’m trying hard to imagine that in my head.
“And she’s good at judo throws and shoulder tackles, and her whirlwind kick can destroy the world.”
Thanks for the unnecessary information!
The image of the goddess in my mind is taking a weird turn!
“No, this won’t do. Listen, what we should aim for is not ‘a real goddess of this world’ but ‘a goddess whom the wind orchestra club members would think of as a goddess.'”
Thanks to President saying that, we managed to avoid everyone being utterly dismayed.
“I think the Demon King was probably trying to trouble us.”
Toriumi said, looking distant.
“Then, shall we base it on blond hair and blue eyes? That should be goddess-like.”
Since it’s probably impossible to “disguise” as muscular, that’s out of the question.
“What about her clothes?”
“Oh, I borrowed the actual thing.”
…The actual thing?
—
After we finished eating, they showed it to me.
It was, well, how should I say it, made of soft white thin fabric, with no collar and a flared hem, kind of like a sleeveless kimono.
Meaning, it’s the kind you wrap in front.
Leaving aside why this was at the Demon King’s house, I can’t imagine a muscular goddess wearing this.
“This, and also a steel hair ornament and accessories that also serve as weapons and armor,” they said.
What’s that, accessories that also serve as weapons and armor?
Like brass knuckles?
“…Hey, Maito, try wearing this and turning into a blond with blue eyes.”
Since he seemed curious, I tried changing.
For the “disguise”… I made the blond hair color darker than in my Rosemary state, and the eyes genuinely blue. “Sky-blue seed” color means really blue. It’s not just the veins showing through to make the iris look blue.
“I turned out like this.”
“I see. It’s clear that you’re not fit to be a goddess.”
Shut up, I’ll punch you.
“Maito-san, you’re not particularly tall, so there’s a lack of intimidation.”
Intimidation, huh. Right. A goddess is a god, so she should have more pressure.
Intimidation, intimidation…
Oh, I remember one of the maid dolls learned a petty magic called “Petit Gravity.”
I called her over and had her do a bit of “Petit Gravity.”
“I am a goddess.”
Everyone in front of me somehow got squished.
“Hey, what’s this? What did you do?”
“Petit Gravity.”
How about it? Does it feel intimidating?
“This feels more like… pressure than intimidation…”
Aren’t they similar? No good?
—
In the end, after trying various things, we concluded it was no good.
“Still, Maito is better as a Demon King.”
Of course. Yes, I’m more comfortable as the Demon King too.
“That’s right. Then, how about this idea?”
And here’s the plan President came up with.
I, as the Demon King, will go out when the wind orchestra club members gather at night…
And then, “If you hand over this house, I will give you a way to return to your original world,” offer a trade.
The reason for asking them to hand over the house is to make them move out, and also, if we don’t make a deal, they might be suspicious.
Then.
If they agree, cleverly persuade them and “teleport” them to the gym group.
Then, already having arranged with the gym group, somehow manage them.
Specifically, prepare a book or something, erect a stone monument, well, something like that.
…And.
If they don’t take the deal…
…In that case, unfortunately, it’ll turn into combat.
Then, be defeated.
After being defeated, appear as a goddess the next morning… and say, “Thank you for defeating the Demon King! As a reward, I’ll send you back to your original world!” and so forth.
…On the other hand, if they still don’t agree… then a forced breakthrough. In other words, turn everyone into “sleep cocoons.”
I’d rather not do that.
Doing this will definitely cause chaos when returning.
…Well, to sum up, appear as the Demon King, if the negotiation fails, appear as the goddess, and if that still doesn’t work, Maito appears.
I don’t like this!
—
So, we began with arranging with the gym group.
…Well, it’s us.
Whenever we do something, it stirs things up.
There are always people who hate us.
So, let’s have her appear first.
“My turn, huh? Sounds fun. I’ll give you credit for choosing me.”
It’s Itoigawa-senpai.
Finally, she handed over the underwater city and resigned as “Queen.”
It was quite a fuss, but she’s tired now. Even so, she’s willing to help, which is grateful.
By the way, as soon as she handed over the “Queen” title to a person of this world, her occupation changed from “Queen” to “Former Queen.”
“So, I just need to arrange with the people who were at the gym, right? Leave it to me.”
By the way, since making a book is troublesome, President will erect the stone monument.
He’s also going to build Stonehenge. As Toriumi took Itoigawa-senpai and President to the gym group, I ended up sewing goddess gear.
I made a sleeveless, collarless flared kimono similar to the borrowed one, with the lining made of “magic-nullifying” fabric.
Then, since I couldn’t use the Demon King’s “Amplify” staff as a goddess, I had Utagawa-san help me again to make an “Amplify” bracelet. Sorry for the trouble.
“I wish I could have Itoigawa-senpai play the goddess role…”
“Having Itoigawa-senpai turn into a blond with blue eyes… Even without that, her appearance is far from a typical Japanese person.”
Yeah, that’s the problem. Even if a widely recognized Itoigawa-senpai declares herself a goddess, it won’t be convincing…
“Well, it’ll be good if the Demon King stage succeeds, right?”
…I hope it does.
—
Then, President built Stonehenge and the stone monument, and Itoigawa-senpai seemed to have finished arranging.
And when the date changed, I, as the Demon King, attacked the house where the wind orchestra club members lived.
Though I’m the Demon King, not floating seemed questionable, but it can’t be helped. I can’t fly.
Fortunately, I had the “Amplify” staff, so I could deliver my voice from outside the house.
Otherwise, I would have had to knock on the house door and enter, which would have been far from a Demon King’s entrance.
It would have been better if there had been a small hill next to the house, but unfortunately, such terrain was quite far away.
So, I decided to sit on a nearby tree. Yes, still barely a Demon King!
Let’s get started.
Sorry to say, but just barely visible to me and likely invisible to the wind orchestra club members, Sagara, Toriumi, and Hariu were on standby.
In other words, they were the healers, emergency legs, and emergency ninjas. Thanks for your help…
After sending the signal to start, I readied the “Amplify” staff.
“Extraterrestrials, can you hear me?”
As soon as I spoke, I could sense commotion inside the house. Oh, they’re reacting, they’re reacting.
After a while, a group of students, armed like an army, came out of the house.
Their coordination was almost like an art form. Ah, well, they are an artistic group.
“Let’s find the source of the voice!”
“Yes!”
But they… couldn’t see well in the dark.
They were trying hard to find me, using fire magic in the darkness. Sorry about that.
Can’t be helped.
“Here I am.”
As I said this, I teleported beneath the tree.
A normal person with adjustment abilities might have landed gracefully, but unfortunately, if I tried that, it would end up with more than just a sprained ankle.
As I appeared, the wind orchestra club members changed formation. Oh, they’re in battle mode.
“Wait. I have not come to fight you.”
So I tried to calm them down first.
“Fire!”
And then, magic flew at me from all directions.
I said I didn’t come to fight!
“Ineffective.”
But, well, the magic saved me. Don’t underestimate this outfit. Demon King’s gear is immune to magic and fire.
Standing unharmed despite being bombarded with magic, the wind orchestra club members visibly started to get agitated.
“Listen. I have come to make a deal.”
I had to speak the terms quickly, or else more magic, or possibly even real bullets, might fly next.
Originally, I planned to act more like a Demon King, but it couldn’t be helped. I might die otherwise.
“I intend to destroy this world. However, you extraterrestrials are unrelated. Rather, you are victims caught in this world. Thus, I am somewhat reluctant to annihilate you along with it. …This base holds significant importance for my invasion of this world. If you hand it over, I will let you return to your original world. How about it? Will you hand over this place to me?”
I smiled demonically while feeling extremely anxious inside.
…Now, how will they respond?
“Now, how should I talk to them?”
“Is the goddess no good?”
“Yeah.”
Somehow, I can just about tolerate the Demon King, but the goddess is unforgivable.
“Then, this is probably the best. Let’s try seduction again. Luckily, the wind orchestra club has many girls.”
“Stop it!”
On my end… well, it seems like a deep-rooted problem is about to unfold, so let’s not do that.
…No, well, considering the wind orchestra club members are weak, “seduction” might work well, but it’s hopeless if they aren’t motivated.
“The best and quickest way might be the descent of the goddess,” says President.
But according to him, we’ve come so far that the wind orchestra club members won’t listen to anyone on an equal footing anymore.
But maybe, from a higher position, perhaps…
“The wind orchestra club is already a place with a strict hierarchy. And now, without the advisor who was at the top, it’s kind of in a state of limbo. If a goddess reigns over them…”
…Will it work out?
“Maito-san, may I take some tea and snacks?”
While I was looking for a counterargument, Toriumi suddenly said that.
“Eh, oh, sure…”
“Then, I’ll go with Katori to the Demon King’s place and ask about dressing like a goddess.”
“Stop! It’ll be irreversible! Stop!”
And then, as I thought of deploying the physics lab (food storage), he took the snacks and disappeared with Katori.
…Seems like they “teleported.”
“Maito-san, let’s give up.”
“Hey, how many more of my dark histories do you want to create?”
“Dark history is not the goal but the process, so please give up.”
Is there no mercy?
None, it seems.
—
I gave up and started preparing dinner.
Tonight’s dinner is curry with lots of spices. It’s made by sautéing flour and spices in butter to make the roux.
It’s quite mild. Let’s put a soft-boiled onsen egg on top of the curry.
And then a salad with lots of vegetables. Yes.
As I was cooking, Toriumi and Katori returned.
“We’re back!”
“Welcome back, damn it.”
“When I asked about goddess-like traits, he immediately said ‘muscular.'”
…Really?
—
After dinner, we listened to the report.
“The goddess has golden hair, ‘sky-blue seed’ colored eyes, and is muscular with tanned skin,” they said.
…The first two traits are indeed very goddess-like, but the latter two are more like… well.
“And she’s super beautiful.”
A muscular beauty, huh. Okay, just give me a moment, I’m trying hard to imagine that in my head.
“And she’s good at judo throws and shoulder tackles, and her whirlwind kick can destroy the world.”
Thanks for the unnecessary information!
The image of the goddess in my mind is taking a weird turn!
“No, this won’t do. Listen, what we should aim for is not ‘a real goddess of this world’ but ‘a goddess whom the wind orchestra club members would think of as a goddess.'”
Thanks to President saying that, we managed to avoid everyone being utterly dismayed.
“I think the Demon King was probably trying to trouble us.”
Toriumi said, looking distant.
“Then, shall we base it on blond hair and blue eyes? That should be goddess-like.”
Since it’s probably impossible to “disguise” as muscular, that’s out of the question.
“What about her clothes?”
“Oh, I borrowed the actual thing.”
…The actual thing?
—
After we finished eating, they showed it to me.
It was, well, how should I say it, made of soft white thin fabric, with no collar and a flared hem, kind of like a sleeveless kimono.
Meaning, it’s the kind you wrap in front.
Leaving aside why this was at the Demon King’s house, I can’t imagine a muscular goddess wearing this.
“This, and also a steel hair ornament and accessories that also serve as weapons and armor,” they said.
What’s that, accessories that also serve as weapons and armor?
Like brass knuckles?
“…Hey, Maito, try wearing this and turning into a blond with blue eyes.”
Since he seemed curious, I tried changing.
For the “disguise”… I made the blond hair color darker than in my Rosemary state, and the eyes genuinely blue. “Sky-blue seed” color means really blue. It’s not just the veins showing through to make the iris look blue.
“I turned out like this.”
“I see. It’s clear that you’re not fit to be a goddess.”
Shut up, I’ll punch you.
“Maito-san, you’re not particularly tall, so there’s a lack of intimidation.”
Intimidation, huh. Right. A goddess is a god, so she should have more pressure.
Intimidation, intimidation…
Oh, I remember one of the maid dolls learned a petty magic called “Petit Gravity.”
I called her over and had her do a bit of “Petit Gravity.”
“I am a goddess.”
Everyone in front of me somehow got squished.
“Hey, what’s this? What did you do?”
“Petit Gravity.”
How about it? Does it feel intimidating?
“This feels more like… pressure than intimidation…”
Aren’t they similar? No good?
—
In the end, after trying various things, we concluded it was no good.
“Still, Maito is better as a Demon King.”
Of course. Yes, I’m more comfortable as the Demon King too.
“That’s right. Then, how about this idea?”
And here’s the plan President came up with.
I, as the Demon King, will go out when the wind orchestra club members gather at night…
And then, “If you hand over this house, I will give you a way to return to your original world,” offer a trade.
The reason for asking them to hand over the house is to make them move out, and also, if we don’t make a deal, they might be suspicious.
Then.
If they agree, cleverly persuade them and “teleport” them to the gym group.
Then, already having arranged with the gym group, somehow manage them.
Specifically, prepare a book or something, erect a stone monument, well, something like that.
…And.
If they don’t take the deal…
…In that case, unfortunately, it’ll turn into combat.
Then, be defeated.
After being defeated, appear as a goddess the next morning… and say, “Thank you for defeating the Demon King! As a reward, I’ll send you back to your original world!” and so forth.
…On the other hand, if they still don’t agree… then a forced breakthrough. In other words, turn everyone into “sleep cocoons.”
I’d rather not do that.
Doing this will definitely cause chaos when returning.
…Well, to sum up, appear as the Demon King, if the negotiation fails, appear as the goddess, and if that still doesn’t work, Maito appears.
I don’t like this!
—
So, we began with arranging with the gym group.
…Well, it’s us.
Whenever we do something, it stirs things up.
There are always people who hate us.
So, let’s have her appear first.
“My turn, huh? Sounds fun. I’ll give you credit for choosing me.”
It’s Itoigawa-senpai.
Finally, she handed over the underwater city and resigned as “Queen.”
It was quite a fuss, but she’s tired now. Even so, she’s willing to help, which is grateful.
By the way, as soon as she handed over the “Queen” title to a person of this world, her occupation changed from “Queen” to “Former Queen.”
“So, I just need to arrange with the people who were at the gym, right? Leave it to me.”
By the way, since making a book is troublesome, President will erect the stone monument.
He’s also going to build Stonehenge. As Toriumi took Itoigawa-senpai and President to the gym group, I ended up sewing goddess gear.
I made a sleeveless, collarless flared kimono similar to the borrowed one, with the lining made of “magic-nullifying” fabric.
Then, since I couldn’t use the Demon King’s “Amplify” staff as a goddess, I had Utagawa-san help me again to make an “Amplify” bracelet. Sorry for the trouble.
“I wish I could have Itoigawa-senpai play the goddess role…”
“Having Itoigawa-senpai turn into a blond with blue eyes… Even without that, her appearance is far from a typical Japanese person.”
Yeah, that’s the problem. Even if a widely recognized Itoigawa-senpai declares herself a goddess, it won’t be convincing…
“Well, it’ll be good if the Demon King stage succeeds, right?”
…I hope it does.
—
Then, President built Stonehenge and the stone monument, and Itoigawa-senpai seemed to have finished arranging.
And when the date changed, I, as the Demon King, attacked the house where the wind orchestra club members lived.
Though I’m the Demon King, not floating seemed questionable, but it can’t be helped. I can’t fly.
Fortunately, I had the “Amplify” staff, so I could deliver my voice from outside the house.
Otherwise, I would have had to knock on the house door and enter, which would have been far from a Demon King’s entrance.
It would have been better if there had been a small hill next to the house, but unfortunately, such terrain was quite far away.
So, I decided to sit on a nearby tree. Yes, still barely a Demon King!
Let’s get started.
Sorry to say, but just barely visible to me and likely invisible to the wind orchestra club members, Sagara, Toriumi, and Hariu were on standby.
In other words, they were the healers, emergency legs, and emergency ninjas. Thanks for your help…
After sending the signal to start, I readied the “Amplify” staff.
“Extraterrestrials, can you hear me?”
As soon as I spoke, I could sense commotion inside the house. Oh, they’re reacting, they’re reacting.
After a while, a group of students, armed like an army, came out of the house.
Their coordination was almost like an art form. Ah, well, they are an artistic group.
“Let’s find the source of the voice!”
“Yes!”
But they… couldn’t see well in the dark.
They were trying hard to find me, using fire magic in the darkness. Sorry about that.
Can’t be helped.
“Here I am.”
As I said this, I teleported beneath the tree.
A normal person with adjustment abilities might have landed gracefully, but unfortunately, if I tried that, it would end up with more than just a sprained ankle.
As I appeared, the wind orchestra club members changed formation. Oh, they’re in battle mode.
“Wait. I have not come to fight you.”
So I tried to calm them down first.
“Fire!”
And then, magic flew at me from all directions.
I said I didn’t come to fight!
“Ineffective.”
But, well, the magic saved me. Don’t underestimate this outfit. Demon King’s gear is immune to magic and fire.
Standing unharmed despite being bombarded with magic, the wind orchestra club members visibly started to get agitated.
“Listen. I have come to make a deal.”
I had to speak the terms quickly, or else more magic, or possibly even real bullets, might fly next.
Originally, I planned to act more like a Demon King, but it couldn’t be helped. I might die otherwise.
“I intend to destroy this world. However, you extraterrestrials are unrelated. Rather, you are victims caught in this world. Thus, I am somewhat reluctant to annihilate you along with it. …This base holds significant importance for my invasion of this world. If you hand it over, I will let you return to your original world. How about it? Will you hand over this place to me?”
I smiled demonically while feeling extremely anxious inside.
…Now, how will they respond?
