The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

“…Wake up. Wake up.” (Carol)

I woke up with a whisper in my ear. Carol, who was snuggling, was trying to wake me up with her face close in the poncho.

Carol’s face was illuminated by the moonlight. It seemed that it was still night.

“…What’s wrong?” (Yuri)

I wanted to rub my eyes, but I was afraid to move.

“I smell something.” (Carol)

“Smell?” (Yuri)

Speaking of smell, my body was quite dirty, so the smell should be terrible.

“It smells like a bonfire, or something burnt…” (Carol)