Lord Allocer Wants to Vent
"Young people these days are absolutely hopeless! Don't you agree, Caym? (# ゚Д゚)" "Calm down, old man. If you keep grumbling like that, this delicious booze is going to taste awful. Right, Proprietress?" "Now, now, Caym. Allocer is just worried about a lot of things, you know." "You understand, don't you, Proprietress! Exactly. I worry about so much. Lately, this Demon World is filling up with weaklings—'herbivore types,' they call 'em—who lack any backbone or guts; it's truly lamentable! At this rate, I can't even retire in peace." "Times change, old man. It's not like the old days when we were clashing with the Celestial Realm. It's an era of pure chaos where all sorts of ideas and values mix together. It's called 'diversity.' Just like humans, we have to adapt to the times, too." "Haa... it's become such a harsh world. There's hardly any place left for someone like me, whose only talent is thrusting a spear." "That's not true, Allocer. You have such a capable daughter and a serious son-in-law, after all." "That's just it, Proprietress! That son-in-law is the problem! For a guy that big, he just doesn't seem to have his act together. He's always doing carpentry work or something. Why on earth did my adorable, beloved daughter have to pick a blockhead like that..." "What is this, jealousy? Is that what it boils down to? You're just annoyed that Orias doesn't pay attention to you anymore, right? Ugh, give me a break. It's pathetic for a guy your age. lol" "Sh-sh-sh-shut up! (#≧▽≦)" "(^ ^)" The night deepens in the Demon World...
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