Translator: Barnnn Asley had spent the past few moments gazing dully at the clouds, but the disturbance in the courtyard drew his eyes back down.
Translator: Barnnn <“Welcome, welcome, everyone! We’re here for the inaugural Devil King Cup, hosted by the Holy Demon Kingdom! We’re your hosts, Betty and…!”> <“THE ONE AND ONLY Bruce, here to bring you all the action!”>
Translator: Barnnn ~~ Early Morning, Thirtieth Day of the Seventh Month, Ninety-Sixth Year of the War Demon Calendar (First Year of the Holy Demon Calendar) ~~
Translator: Barnnn “All right, next.” “Awoo! Hail, Your Majesty the Devil King! My name is Hitch!”
Translator: Barnnn ~~Eighth Day of the Ninth Month, Ninety-Sixth Year of the War Demon Calendar~~ Departing from T’oued, Asley and the others used Lala’s Teleportation magic to head to the former site of Faltown, now known as Lala Farm. Utilizing their magic, magecraft, and honed physical strength, they leveled the land, and cut wood and stone.
Translator: Barnnn “Hmm… Ahh… Like this? Is it working?” To the east of Regalia, in a place known as the Far East Wasteland, Tūs the High-Order Muscle manipulated arcane energy throughout his body, his brow furrowed in concentration as he struggled with the intricate magecraft formulae before him.
Translator: Barnnn “”What!? Lala’s was in the carriage…!?”” “Shh! Keep it down!” “”Ngh… apologies. Still, would it not be odd not to be surprised, Sir Asley?””
Translator: Barnnn “Ah, so in the end, you went back to being Sir Gaston’s Familiar?”
