Eat and Drink Together in the Demon King's Castle

An old crooked musician, a lazy guy who makes do. The sound of the piano is exchanged for a meal, and I rush to the next stop. Wearing a patchwork, walking unevenly, wandering on a journey, only relying on one's own ideals. Where to return... Is to belong Non-exclusive direct fiction. Not long. Pure epilepsy (electricity) It's very slow and the writing style is ridiculous.