COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

In the spotlight.

The young man wearing the white Emperor's Light uniform walked step by step towards the black and red King's High Seat.

Walk calmly, neither hastily nor slowly.

The auditoriums on all sides were filled with students, parents, and visitors from outside the school.

Only the King's High Seat stands alone and occupies a large space.

Shuji Tsushima stopped Scotland from trying to sit in the corner alone.

"This is your Demon King's throne, Master Tsushima..." Although this doesn't look good, but... hahahaha.

"I...I don't dare to go there." Scotland covered the lower half of his face and said sheepishly.

This kind of glory... Kaa, wouldn't you enjoy it alone?

As an adult, I really...can't bear it.

Scotland has a heavy heart.

"Midorikawa-kun..." Tsushima Shuji's expression was also very solemn.

"The Demon King should have servants... ah no, he should have followers." Tsushima Shuji said in a serious tone.

Just now, Kaa, you... said the word servant, right?

That’s what you’re thinking...

Scotland thought for a moment and found that he could not refute.

After all, he has already been called Mr. Tsushima.

I'm afraid Zero also...

Thinking that his friend had been his servant before him, Scotland felt balanced in his heart.

Kao was right. After all, Midorikawa Mu's current identity is Master Tsushima's... assistant? Servant?

Scotland, who couldn't help but think about his own position, fell into deep thought again.

"So, I decided that the identity of the follower of the Demon King will be handed over to you, Midorikawa-kun..." Shuji Tsushima patted Scotland on the shoulder with a serious expression.

"If Tsushima-kun is willing! Actually...I...I don't mind being Tsushima-kun's follower either!" The head of the Kyudo Department on the side was selling himself crazily.

While looking suspiciously at the man with black hair and phoenix eyes, he looked up and down.

Minister: I don’t think you are suitable to be Tsushima-kun’s follower. I am more suitable than you.

Scotland, who was being looked at by the opponent:...

Are today's children... so fanatical about their classmates?

Moreover...the other students had already left first, and only the other party was still there.

If others were still there, I'm afraid they would be looked at...

It will make people's scalp numb even more.

Scotland thought.

"This is inappropriate, Minister..." The melancholy-looking young man frowned.

"As a classmate, I want you to be my follower or something..." with an embarrassed tone.

"It's really rude." He closed his rosy left eye and shook his head.

"Tsushima-kun..." The minister's face was filled with emotion.

Minister: Does Tsushima-kun regard us as friends? That’s why he won’t let his friends play supporting roles by his side?! As expected of Tsushima-kun! So gentle...

The villain in the minister bit his handkerchief and was moved to tears.

In reality, he couldn't help but be moved to tears.

Shuji Tsushima:... ugh...

He immediately turned his head away from the other person.

The minister wiped his tears and nose, and was moved again.

Minister: I must look too rude the way I look now! Tsushima-kun is afraid that I will be embarrassed later! So he deliberately doesn’t look at me!

So gentle, Master Tsushima!!!/Poyin

"Don't betray my trust, Midorikawa-kun." Tsushima Shuji looked at Scotland, the expression on his face was full of trust.

Scotland: This trust is so heavy.

"I understand, come on, Master Tsushima." Scotland nodded with a sad expression, his eyes seemed to be looking at the heroic man who was about to generously serve for justice.

Zero said he was coming too.

You should now be ready to take your photos.

Good luck to you, Kaa.

Under the gaze of everyone, the young man in white uniform finally walked to the edge of the distinctive seat.

"Tsushima-kun!" A group of people suddenly appeared from all around. They were the other students who had taken the first step before.

At this moment, some of them changed into sportswear, while others changed into cheerleading clothes.

There was a black band tied around his head, with the word "win" written in red letters.

The word "Devil" was written in black letters on the back and chest of the white sportswear.

Someone even came up to Shuji Tsushima with a red cloak and put it on for him.

Someone else brought out a golden crown from nowhere and handed it to Shuji Tsushima.

"Your Majesty, please put on the crown for yourself." The classmate holding the crown said in a dramatic voice.

Shuji Tsushima: I'm starting to find it interesting.

Get ready to immigrate to Mars now.

Change the planet and start a new life.

"...Okay." The young man stretched out his hand, casually took the crown, and put it on his head.

"Is that so?" He asked, wearing a crown and tilting his head.

"It suits you perfectly!!!" the person who handed him the crown said excitedly.

"Your Majesty, please take your scepter." A man was half-kneeling and raising a black-red wooden scepter.

Shuji Tsushima: ...It’s really perfect.

Scotland: Hahahaha, these students from Kao are really well prepared.

Wearing a white suit and uniform, a red cloak, a gorgeous crown, and a snow-white bandage on his right eye, the boy's iris-colored left eye scanned the circle of classmates in front of him.

It's like a proud devil patrolling his people.

He reached out his hand unhurriedly and firmly grasped the scepter that was held high above his head.

"Please sit on your throne, Your Majesty!" the minister rushed out and said.

So the young man turned around and sat on the throne elegantly and calmly.

Holding the scepter in one hand and placing the other on the handle of the throne, he supported his chin, crossed his legs, and looked at the audience with a cold expression.

"As expected of Mr. Tsushima!!! Innate nobility!! This outfit suits him so well!!!" Someone screamed and gave a thumbs up to the person who made the suggestion.

The head of the Archery Department responded with a tacit smile.

"Bring me victory..." The young man on the throne spoke arrogantly.

"My people." His voice was low.

"Yes!!! Your Majesty the Demon King!!!" Everyone who was about to participate in the competition looked at each other with starry eyes.

Shuji Tsushima: Although it’s very..., but...as expected of me! Super stable~

"You are a follower of His Majesty the Demon King..." Someone came to Midorikawa Mu with a cold tone.

"Ah... indeed..." The black-haired man looked helpless.

"Here, take it." The other party handed him a silver tray with small cakes and juice on it.

"This is an offering to His Majesty the Demon King. You are not allowed to eat it secretly." They reminded them with vigilance before leaving.

Scotland:……

"I know." He smiled helplessly.

Then he stood next to Tsushima Shuji who was sitting on the throne, holding the tray.

I didn't expect Kaa to accept it so quickly.

Is it because they are all the same age?

Think so.

A group of girls wearing cheerleading uniforms stood behind the throne.

Holding the colorful ball in her hand, she danced vigorously in cheerleading.

"Come on, come on! Demon King's Army!!!"

Scotland:...The Demon King's Army...what is it again?

As I get older, I really don’t understand today’s junior high school students.

"Hmph, the dance is quite gorgeous." The young man on the throne snapped his fingers, and the cheerleaders who were cheering hard suddenly stopped.

But I heard him complimenting me in an uplifting tone, as if he was pleased.

"Go on, provide me with more fun." The boy who is the Demon King said.

"Yes!!!" The cheerleader girls held their faces in their hands and responded excitedly.

Ah ah ah, Tsushima-kun is so handsome, so handsome, so handsome!!!

So they sang and danced even harder.

Shuji Tsushima: Sure enough, if you use Atobe Keigo’s response, there will definitely be no problems~

Today I am Atobe Shuji?

…

"how to say……"

"Suddenly there is so much pressure..."

"That class... is so cunning!!"

"You actually let Master Tsushima suppress us!!"

The participating members of other classes looked at the unique throne on the audience stage and the elegant and scornful young man sitting on it, and roared unwillingly.