I, a contemporary social creature with no interest in otherworldly themes, turned out to be a demon general under the demon king when I opened my eyes.
There is no heroic epic, no passionate adventure, just an endless team of braves and colleagues who look like relatives of Cthulhu. Another world? That's it?
The food in the demon world is so unpalatable that one doubts one's life, the lighting relies on flickering will-o'-the-wisps, and the entertainment is watching meetings of multi-eyed monsters. I'm going crazy. Is this what another world is like? This is not another world at all, this is a black-hearted enterprise from another world!
Until I read the memory of a certain brave team - the morning light in the elven forest, the smell of wheat in the dwarf tavern, the sizzling barbecue in the market... And a piece of soft golden bread.
... This is the life that people should live!
So, after once again routinely "resolving" the brave team, I looked at His Majesty the Demon King and handed over a logical and rigorous "Feasibility Report on Conducting Long-term Strategic and Cultural Reconnaissance in the Kingdom of Humanity".
Successfully approved! Paid vacation, start!
Sunshine, food, adventure, and the lively magician girl I met by chance... This is the slow life I want in another world!
As for the Demon King's mission? Hey, just fool around for a while... Right?
(However, he did not know that this carefully planned "vacation" had fallen into the eyes of a certain existence from the moment he wrote the first word. And when the countdown to the hundred-year contract reaches zero, everything he cherishes will become the most gorgeous sacrifice in the grand "ceremony"...)
