COS Osamu Dazai's me transmigrated into the Conan crew

"Master Tsushima..." The man standing next to the throne with a tray in one hand said hesitantly.

Should I tell Kaa...

Zero may have taken a lot of photos...

"Huh? You want to call me His Majesty the Demon King, Midorikawa-kun." The boy rested his head on one hand and sat comfortably on the throne, while saying casually.

Scotland: Forget it, let’s not tell him.

It seemed that Kaa was enjoying himself very much and probably didn't care about being photographed.

"Okay, Jin...Your Majesty the Demon King." Scotland changed his words with a serious look.

Just be happy.

…

During a relay race.

In the venue, people wearing sportswear with the word "Devil" written on it and wearing the word "Must Win" written on their foreheads were full of desire for victory.

"We are the subjects of His Majesty the Demon King..."

"The victory will be ours!" He clenched his fists and was full of confidence.

Opponent next to you:...

Seeing a group of people with blazing fire behind them, the opponent fell into thinking.

This class...

Are they all chuunibyou?

as well as……

They looked at the pictures on the big screen in the sports meeting and felt puzzled.

Shouldn't the footage of our game be shown? Why does that guy take up half of the screen!!!

but……

They looked at the young man sitting on the throne on the screen. Even though he was wearing incongruous clothes that looked like he was ascending to the throne, he still did not look out of place. Instead, he had the feeling that he should be so noble.

Plus the man standing next to him, holding a tray with juice and desserts.

As well as the girl cheerleading team behind the opponent who kept singing and dancing to cheer.

Opponents: Damn, I’m so envious——!!

Can he be so great if he is good-looking, rich and a famous detective?!!!

Yes, it's really so amazing.

It can be even more amazing.

They suddenly looked deeply shocked and ended the game in a daze.

Lost the game in a daze.

"What on earth are you..."

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"It's the Demon King. That guy Tsushima Shuji is definitely the Demon King..."

"Woooooooo..."

"Damn it, I'm so envious, everyone is a student..."

"Why does that guy have his own throne? Woohoo." They burst into tears with envy on their faces.

Monitors:......

They looked at each other with helpless expressions.

"Go to sleep, there is everything in your dreams." They comforted their classmates.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Suddenly, a group of people cried louder.

"I didn't feel much after losing the game, but monitor, you said this..."

"Damn it, why are the tears of reluctance falling from my mouth involuntarily..."

Several people bit their handkerchiefs and burst into tears.

Monitors:...Oh.

"Don't think about it, it's hopeless."

…

"Damn it, why don't there be any brave men in our class who can compete with the Demon King!!!"

"Isn't this the momentum that has been completely crushed!"

"How can we win the game!"

Some people clenched their fists unwillingly.

But no one answered him. He raised his head blankly and looked around.

I saw other people who were weak and even yawning.

"Aren't you... not ready to resist?!!" He asked unbearably.

"Ah? Why are you resisting?" The speaker yawned, looking confused.

"Isn't this cool? Your Majesty the Demon King... or something."

"We are not brave men seeking death."

There is no hope, these people already regard themselves as losers.

…

"Next, the winning class will come forward to receive the award..." The voice of the radio spread throughout the entire stadium.

The ones who won the most awards were the group of people who claimed to be the Demon King's Army...

"Wait a minute!" Their elected representative stood up and spoke with a calm expression.

Shuji Tsushima, who was bored while watching the game while sitting on the throne, started drinking juice:...This is really...not good...

"Class representative, what can I do for you?" the person in charge of awarding the prizes asked very kindly.

After all...there are a lot of parents in the audience today.

"The biggest credit for our becoming a winning class should be attributed to one classmate..." The representative reached out and lifted his glasses, and the lenses reflected a bright light.

"We hope to invite him to the stage to receive the award together." The representative said without hesitation.

The teacher who was originally in charge of awarding awards: ...Does that mean I’m not worthy of giving you awards?

"The classmate you are talking about...is..." He took out his handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Humph." The representative held up his glasses and hummed softly.

"That's the one sitting on the audience stage, His Highness the Demon King -" He turned around in a circle and stretched out his hand towards a very conspicuous area on the audience stage.

"Ah——" He put a hand on his chest.

"Your Majesty——" he shouted affectionately.

Shuji Tsushima:……

Behind the cheerleading girls, a group of figures who had finished the game appeared.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty." They said so and raised the throne.

He was carried all the way down to the auditorium.

Scotland, who stood there, watched helplessly as the young man was carried down with the throne, and silently put down the tray.

I hope they can lift it more steadily and don't drop Kaa.

Shuji Tsushima was carried to the medal podium along with the throne he was sitting on.

Shuji Tsushima: ...It’s better to sit down, I don’t really want to stand up~

The boy's sitting posture remained unchanged, and his expression did not change.

"Your Majesty, this is the medal we dedicate to you, belonging to the champion..."

"Of course, you may not look down on these at all..." The representative stuffed the crystal trophy into Shuji Tsushima's arms and hung the gold medal around his neck.

"...this...if this is the case..."

"Let's take a group photo together..." the school representative wiped his sweat and suggested with a trembling tone.

"one two three……"

"eggplant--"

"Click."

In the group photo, the young man sitting on the throne is holding a scepter in one hand and a crystal trophy in his arms with a gold medal and a crown. He has a cold expression and is surrounded by cheerleading girls and classmates in sportswear.

.

…

The throne, crown and scepter cloak are both performance props of the drama club. As soon as the sports meeting is over, Tsushima Shuji wants to take off these things.

People from the drama club said, "After watching Tsushima-kun use these things, I feel that no one else is worthy..." while trying to pack these things and give them to Tsushima Shuji.

However, Master Tsushima Shuji was not someone who would take other people's things at will. Under his constant refusal, the members of the drama club had to give up.

"The Demon King's throne and costume..."

"It's decided! These will be the treasures of our club from now on!" The members of the drama club looked pleased with themselves.

Shuji Tsushima:...Hey, as expected, my charm is unstoppable~

On the audience stage, a man wearing a peaked cap and holding a camera took photos non-stop from beginning to end.

The man dressed in black never put down the hand holding the phone.