Yoshino, the headquarters of the Meng Shi Organization.
In the quiet living room, Woz sat alone. On the table in front of him was a cup of tea prepared for him by the Mengshi Organization. It was full and steaming, because every once in a while someone would come. Come and get him a new one... whether he drank it or not.
At first, Woz would take a sip to show his appreciation, but as time went by, he became too lazy to pretend. Unless he was really thirsty, he would just sit quietly in his seat and turn the pages page by page. Looking at the "Devil's Advent Calendar" in his hand, he let the cup of tea on the table go from hot to cold, then poured out and replaced with new tea, and so on.
Time continued to pass minute by minute, and the light outside the house faded from bright to dark. Before I knew it, the afternoon had passed.
The tea was withdrawn and replaced with dinner.
Then dinner was taken away, the lights were turned on, and night fell.
During this period, Woz didn't see anyone who could make important decisions about the Mengshi organization. He just waited and waited... He has been waiting since Tachibana Sejiro brought him here and left alone.
He is very patient.
In fact, he has always been very patient.
As long as he can still see the king's back, he will never be confused.
There was no trace of anxiety in his heart.
He believed that Mr. Tachibana Sejiro, who had brought him here, would only describe the facts objectively, without adding any exaggeration or deliberately smearing things.
Therefore, he is relaxed.
At this moment, the only people who feel anxious are the people of the Mengshi organization who suddenly learned the incredible information.
Therefore, it is natural that they will hesitate, hesitate, have disputes, and have difficulty making decisions.
Woz had expected this and understood it.
He just... couldn't help but have some divergent thoughts, and seemed to be distracted.
After the White Woz incident last time, Woz re-read "The Devil's Advent Calendar" and gained a new understanding of the content of the book.
What he first heard from the Bureau of Time Management was not the true history of "The Demon's Coming". The content originally recorded in this book was not actually the true history of "The Demon's Coming". It was just what the future Old Demon King expected. A first draft of history.
The true history is unknown and may even have been completely destroyed.
The group of time undead who cannot afford to lose are trying to use the shattered past to tamper with the established future, while the future Demon King is trying to find a way to reverse the established future into the real past.
Before, Woz always thought that his Majesty the Demon King's path to becoming a king was from [past] to [future].
But recently, Woz has been thinking that perhaps, his Demon King’s true path to becoming a king is not from [past] to [future], but from [future] to [past]... Well, or maybe Yes, recover?
Regarding this process, the young Demon King did very well, even exceeding the expectations of the future Old Demon King.
History stretched out at the feet of the young Demon King a path that even the old Demon King had never imagined.
He was surprised and relieved.
Then……
He wants more!
Even if this "more" would disrupt his prepared back-up plan, it would add a little more uncertainty to the established future that the undead crave.
But that's not important.
The important thing is that he saw a new path.
A better path.
There is still time for everything.
【I always have plenty of time. 】
This is what his Majesty the Demon King often says.
[Ah, isn’t that natural? You are the king of time. ]
[Time] has always been in love with her king, [past] was, [present] is, and [future] is even more so!
Woz's dazzling vagina shrank, turned his head, and looked towards the door.
He heard footsteps.
A vigorous old man walked to the door, raised his hand to ask the people behind him to wait outside, and entered the living room alone.
"Sorry to keep you waiting."
After hearing this, Woz stood up with a polite smile on his face.
Long wait? Where is this?
If you can't make a decision [today], you will never get to your real [tomorrow].
I have a lot of patience.
Do you want to guess, how many times has this been said to me?
Thinking of this in a bad way, Woz's smile became more polite and he shook his head and said: "No, this is a very important matter, so you should be more cautious."
"Thank you for your understanding. You have indeed given us a difficult problem."
The old man walked to the seat opposite Woz and made a "please" gesture to Woz.
"sit."
The two parties took their seats and announced their identities to each other.
The old man introduced himself as the leader of the Mengshi organization.
Watts introduced himself as a diplomat from the Bureau of History.
Then, the old man asked Woz some questions.
Woz answered one by one, mostly the knowledge he had taught Tachibana Sejiro. Rather than saying that the old man was asking questions, it was better to say that he was confirming something.
Finally, the old man thought for a long time, raised his head, looked straight into Woz's eyes and said, "I want to meet your leader."
"Want to see...my Demon King?" Woz nodded and said, "Yes, a reasonable request."
However, there was a certain epithet in Woz's words that stood out even more than his nod.
The old man frowned and asked, "Wait, you mean... the devil?"
"Ah, yes, the Demon King." Woz said nonchalantly, "The enemy gave me the title in order to slander and anger our king, but our king liked the title very much and happily accepted it. This title has been given to them... Haha, they must be very happy to get this result, right? After all, this title was given to them."
The old man was noncommittal. He did not point out the warning implicit in Woz's words, but just repeated his request.
"I want to meet your leader. I have something to confirm with him... That is an exchange. If he can do it, I will let the Mengshi organization fully cooperate with your actions."
"Is that so?"
Woz took a deep look at the old man, stood up, stepped back respectfully, faced his seat, put his right hand on his chest, and leaned over slightly.
"Then, please express your wish to my Demon King with respect."
The old man frowned and looked at Woz's actions in confusion.
"What do you mean..."
Halfway through the words, the old man who caught sight of something out of the corner of his eye suddenly stopped speaking. His eyes instantly returned to the seat where Woz had been sitting before. He looked at the young man who seemed to have been sitting there from the beginning, and there was an involuntary expression on his face. A look of astonishment.
"Who are you!?"
"I?"
On the seat, the young man smiled calmly and tilted his head, looking at the old man in surprise and replied.
"That's strange, don't you want to see me?"
