He woke up with a headache that made his head spin.
Hernán opened his eyes and thought it was the most uncomfortable morning he had ever experienced.
"You woke up?"
Karine got up first and was already wearing her usual clothes.
But in her hands were clothes she had never seen before.
"Are these clothes from the drawer?"
"Huh. Is this the first shape you see? I've never seen one in all my adventures."
The color or structure itself is simple, but it was probably a garment that would be exposed if worn.
Perhaps the limbs are exposed as they are.
Imagining Karine wearing it, I suddenly got out of bed.
"Did we just sleep last night?"
She nodded, unfolded her clothes, looked around, and put them back in her drawer.
"There's no way that could have happened with Hernan's head under a restraining spell."
"Carine."
Hernan remembered the story she had heard from the demon king yesterday.
"Maybe the magic in my head. Will there be a problem if there is not enough magic around?"
After a moment of silence, Karine came over to the bed where Hernan was and sat down.
"You should be able to get out of here before then."
"You mean there will be problems? Why didn't you tell me before?"
"Because in general there is no way that there is no magical environment."
Carine looked calmly into Hernán's eyes.
Hernán felt her headache increase slightly when she met those blue eyes.
"And that magic can really be dispelled without any side effects once you return to the royal family. I don't want to make my future partner impotent."
She handed Hernán her usual top, and Carine grabbed his shoulder and touched it.
A cool yet tender touch.
I felt a sensation that I had never experienced before when touching Carine.
Exactly what that sensation was was unclear, but she seemed to have felt it during her sexuality.
"By the way, L."
Nicknames reserved for lovers are always useful when it comes to getting Hernán's attention.
Hernán turned his gaze to her reflexively.
"Who told you that? A magician? Or a saint?"
"The demon king told me."
"As expected."
Carine asked no more and got out of bed.
Then her swaying silver hair hit her in the face.
Hernan, coming to his senses from the not-so-disappointing slap, began preparing to leave.
It's only been two days since I was locked up.
There is no need to dwell on already gloomy predictions.
Hernán smiled at Karine who was waiting at the door, ignoring her throbbing headache.
* * *
"Did you sleep well?"
Saint Marina came out first.
Unlike usual, she was not wearing a priest's hat, and her light blond hair shone in the bright light.
"Huh. Is anyone else here?"
Her warrior greeted her as she sat down in the chair next to her.
The saintess greeted Hernan as well, pointing to her toilet and bathroom.
"The other two are doing their morning chores or washing up."
The saint always expressed her menstrual phenomena in this way.
While sleeping, we often thought that we had broken each other, but this still seems embarrassing.
Hernán nodded to the saint and reminded her of the rest.
"Did the demon king not come out, saintess?"
"It will be difficult to come out alone because you are bound. Originally, when Sylnia came out, she tried to bring him out together."
When Sylnia goes to fetch the demon king, she will be noisy from the morning on.
Hernan, who had decided that it would be better for him to bring him, stood up.
"Go to the Demon King?"
The hero followed Hernán's footsteps with an emotionless voice.
"If Silnia is brought in, she will come out grunting. It's a headache, so I'll bring her."
The hero seemed reluctant, but he didn't even bother to object.
Every time she mentioned the Demon King, her mood seemed to be bad.
As long as she was here, she felt that she should refrain from talking about the Demon King in front of the hero as much as possible.
"I came to pick you up. Are you awake?"
"Let me out quickly!"
After entering the Demon King's room, I heard a terrifying scream as I closed the door.
She was terrified by the sudden onset of a headache.
"Don't scream. She's about to crack her head open."
"Hernan! It's you?"
The demon king struggled and turned his body over.
She had a strange expression on her face, a mixture of joy and nervousness.
"I want to get rid of my morning erection first, but please let me go first."
"I wonder who isn't a succubus..."
Her face became more serious as she lifted her bound hands and feet.
"Where are you sick?"
That unusual face had the side effect of stimulating even Hernan, who was suffering from her headache.
"Wow, bathroom."
The demon king gritted his teeth and muttered.
Hernán felt absurd.
Do demons go to the bathroom?
Besides, isn't the demon king a dreamer?
Since I knew that the Dreamer was a being that lived by sucking the spirits of the opposite sex, I found her reaction strange.
"We also eat food, and if it's cheap, it's cheap! Did you see that elves can't eat meat because they're vegetarians?"
"What about our elves?"
"I must have been less hungry! Ugh..."
The demon king's face turned pale.
Hernán felt her threatening and pulled her away from her body.
"Ah, it's not cheap yet, so hurry up..."
The demon king bowed her head pitifully.
Spewing countless curses at her, Hernán hurried to the bathroom.
She asked the hero and the saint in the living room what was going on, but she kept her mouth shut and ran into the bathroom she had seen yesterday.
I hope the demon king has a strong bladder.
"Kyaaak!"
Wizard Potty suddenly saw the Demon King and retreated to the bathroom wall in fear.
Even when she went into the bathroom, her body was completely covered except for her face.
After telling her to get out of there, she opened one of the compartment doors.
"Now take care of this!"
"Don't play around and free her limbs."
The demon king grabbed Hernán's arm with his free tail.
To be honest, it wasn't a very strong power, so I could do anything to get rid of it.
But at the demon king's words, Hernán drew his dagger.
"When I get tired of my clothes, will you ask your lover to wash them?"
"Okay, shut up."
After cutting the ropes that bound her hands and feet, he slammed the cabin door shut.
Inside, she began to hear her happy humming, and it was enough to twist Hernán's judgment.
"Do, thief..."
Then I saw that there was another person next to me.
Potty trembled and pointed to the compartment where the demon king had entered.
"I haven't seen anything yet, but if the demon king is by my side..."
Are you sure you want me to stay by your side until you're done?
I haven't been able to do that with Karine, her lover.
"Sylnia!"
I finally called the name of the craziest bitch at the party.
Like her elf, Sylnia, who had heard her own name from afar, came to the bathroom with her face covered in water.
Perhaps it was because they were a race blessed by the god of youth and beauty, and even after being roughly washed, there were no obvious flaws to be found.
"Why have you been calling me all morning?"
"Yet you came."
Hernán hurried out of her bathroom and thanked her God that at least she had a sense of community.
"Hey! Tell me why you called."
"Listen to Potty."
As I left the chaos behind and emerged from the bathroom, the hero and the saint were looking at something.
And it was the meal they had all been waiting for.
"Where did you come from?"
Hernán stood beside the warrior and calmed her throbbing head.
The warrior pointed to a section of the wall.
"Suddenly there was a small hole, and he spit out his food and disappeared."
"Is there a way to escape?"
"There is none. It opens in a very short time, and it is not big enough for people to pass through."
She seemed to have completely ruled out the possibility of self-escape.
If so, it is better to focus on what is right in front of you than to focus on meaningless possibilities.
The meals that the hero and the saint put on the table were ordinary, if ordinary.
Black bread, dried fruit, and meat. And cheese and water.
It was a good level beyond familiarity for the group, who had already gotten used to rough meals through adventures.
However, the amount seemed a bit small.
"Is that all? It seems like the right amount for four women."
Perhaps the majority of the members here are women, so the amount of food was appropriate for women.
In other words, Hernan, a man, seemed to need a tricky distribution to eat his fill.
"Don't worry about it."
The hero lifted something from under the wall he had pointed to earlier.
On a silver tray that resembled the color of her hair, there was good food, incomparable to what was already on the table.
"Is it a special meal?"
While the saint tilted her head, Karine held up the paper on the tray.
"The meal of Hernán Terotas and Carine Paoliates."
As Hernan read it, Karine nodded her head.
"I don't know why, but I think it went out separately for us."
The amount looked good enough for two people to eat.
And although I don't know how, it was a luxurious meal that included sweets and tea, which Karine liked.
"I'll be quiet, so don't blow the horn!"
At that moment, the demon king's painful voice could be heard from the bathroom.
As soon as he intuited that the expected situation had occurred, he saw Sylnia grab the Demon King's horn and come out.
The wizard followed her out.
"It's been a really boring year. Do I have to go to the bathroom every time and tie him up and let him out every time I eat?"
The elf brushed her still dry blue hair with her free hand.
The demon king kept begging her to let go of her horn, but she didn't let go until she reached the table.
I'm sure he'll tell you to kill him next time.
"Let's just kill him."
It felt like fire.
The word "fiery personality" doesn't fit a relaxed, forest-loving elf, but it's a very appropriate word for Sylnia.
On a battlefield, where there are enemies to be burned, one should be closer than anyone else, but in times of peace, one should stay away from oneself to protect oneself and the things one holds dear.
"Sah, save me..."
The demon king looked pitifully at Hernan and her saint.
After all, they were the ones who treated the devil kindly here, so they had to ask for help.
"Sylnia. She's powerless anyway, so just leave her alone. Is everyone okay?"
"They are. Even the Demon Lord won't want to fight with us. And we are outnumbered, so if anything happens, we can take him down."
Sylnia slapped the demon king on the cheek dissatisfied and looked at her hero.
No matter how open-minded she was, it would be difficult for her to ignore the fact that the hero, the leader of this group, was tolerating the demon lord.
Strangely, instead of glaring at the demon king, the hero stared blankly at Hernán.
Hernán shrugged, not knowing why.
It's nice to come here and see many new sides of the hero, but it would be even better if you knew what these actions meant.
"Good. Let's leave it at that, since you can defeat at least one of these dream demons with your bare hands."
"It's definitely the same answer as the elders back home."
Silnia grumbled and grabbed her by the horns.
"Evil!"
A harsh sound echoed as the demon king's forehead hit their table.
Forty jumped and tried to move her chair away from Silenia.
Even the saint and the hero sighed, but they didn't say anything as Silenia brought the demon king's head down on her table.
After all, she is the one who leads the demon lord and the demon tribe and makes the children of the gods suffer.
The meal was moved to the demon king, who sadly stroked his sore forehead.
The demon king looked at the person who gave him the food with his slightly moist eyes.
"Did you say that? Even a succubus should eat something."
At Hernan's words, Demon King Sharpie immediately put the bread into his mouth with a smile.