Level 1 Demon Lord & One Room Hero (2023) s01e07 Episode Script

1
["One Room Adventure"
by MADKID plays]
- Hello? Zenia? I'm back!
[Demon Lord clapping]
That's strange.
- What's wrong?
- There's no sign
of Zenia anywhere.
She usually comes running
whenever I call her.
- Probably went
shopping or whatever.
You know, in that
outfit of hers.
- Before we left,
I had asked her to look
into something for me.
Hey! Don't eat all the
souvenir snacks yourself!
- [Max] You snooze, you lose.
- [Demon Lord] No! Give me that!
That one's mine!
I want some of 'em too!
[Demon Lord]
Pay attention, Zenia.
I shall be away for two days.
While I'm gone, I need you to
investigate the Bureau of Magic,
the agency where Fred works.
- Of course. Understood my Lord.
Leave it to me.
Here we go: the Bureau of Magic.
In charge of producing all the
kingdom's magic based energy.
It's also where the
associated military
and political factions
are administered.
An important
government institution.
It makes sense His Grace
would ask me
to investigate this place.
I must accomplish my mission,
no matter what it takes.
I cannot simply waltz
through the front door.
I wouldn't want to be mistaken
for an ordinary secretary.
I'll go around the back where
there are fewer windows.
[tense music]
Zenia Seven Special Spy Tools:
Grappling Hook!
[hook twirling]
Go!
[dramatic music]
[hook clanging]
Perfect.
To remain inconspicuous,
I will enter through the roof.
One of the basics of espionage.
- Dat ass, though.
[Zenia panting]
As for roof access
Locked, just as I suspected.
Looks like this is a job for
Spy Tool number two:
the Mighty Lock Picker!
[lick pick clicking]
[dramatic music continues]
With this I should be able to.
Come on!
[lock shatters]
Hah!
[door creaking]
Infiltration complete.
Huh?
- Hm?
Who are you?
[Zenia strikes]
[employee grunts]
- Witnesses must be
neutralized on site.
A cardinal rule of being a spy.
But I mustn't forget what
my Lord once told me.
- Humans are fragile, not like
us great and powerful demons.
They shall never awaken
from death's sweet slumber.
You mustn't kill them
so hastily.
Is that clear?
- You're the coolest, milord!
- You should appreciate
His Grace.
For you will live
to see another day.
[soft music]
[employee groaning]
- Oh, excuse me.
Wait, who are you?
[Zenia punches]
[employee grunts]
- I'm running into more
obstacles than anticipated.
[grate clangs]
From this point on,
I'll travel by air vent.
The whole reason I came here
was to gather intel.
And what better place
to find intel than an archive
or a server room
containing their computers?
I'll start my search
in this area.
If I return with the
Magic Bureau's data in hand,
His Grace is sure
to be delighted!
Cafeteria.
Bathroom.
[campy music]
[Zenia gasping]
I found it! The server room!
[employee sneezes]
- Ugh. It's freezing.
- One staff member.
I'll have to take care
of him first.
Spy Tool number four:
Blow Dark Tranquilizer!
[dart thuds]
- Hm?
What's this?
- Espionage!
[employee groaning]
Take this!
[Zenia thuds]
[employee groaning]
There we go.
Now the important work begins.
Spy Tool number five:
Hacking Software.
It's going to take a long time
to download this data.
Maybe I ought to focus on
the relevant info.
Lots of emails to go through.
"Travel costs are
employees' duty."
"Smartphones must be
charged at home."
What a tight wad,
stingy company.
This one's from today.
"Vodka and the Royal Army
Soldiers who accompanied him
during the Gamma Republic
invasion were forced to retreat.
We were correct in assuming
that our usual strategy
would prove inadequate.
The key to successes is-"
[door creaking]
[Zenia gasps]
- So you must be the reason.
I was beginning to
get a headache,
not unlike when
a storm rolls in.
What are you doing here, demon?
Spying?
- Time for Spy Tool
number six:
Smoke Bomb!
[bomb exploding]
[industrial music]
- Gotcha!
[metal clangs]
I don't appreciate
your foolishness.
Although, I can use it
to my advantage.
[Zenia groaning]
[metal clangs]
[Zenia grunting]
[chains rattling]
- My apologies, Chief Secretary,
for allowing such a
suspicious infiltration.
I'll go ahead and
contact the police.
- Oh, there's no need.
- Sir?
- Go wait outside if you would.
And don't let anyone in here.
Now, why don't you
just sit back
and answer a couple
of questions?
First off, what's your name?
- I'm a proud member
of the Demon Race.
I will not identify
myself to humans.
- Ah, so you are a demon.
I've gotten my confirmation.
Thank you.
- Oops!
- This brings back memories.
I saw a lot of demons
during the war 10 years ago,
but I've never seen one
as cute as you before.
- Huh? What's that even
supposed to mean?
Flattery won't work!
[Fred laughs]
- Sorry, had to try.
You live here?
What do you do for a living?
- All right, that is enough!
You're mocking me, aren't you?
If you're going to kill me,
then just do it.
I, Zenia, would die before
I gave up my pride as a demon
and surrendered to
the likes of you!
- Gotcha. So your name's Zenia.
- Dammit! Tricky bastard!
Quit asking me all these
confusing human questions!
[Zenia yelling]
- Oh!
By the way, my name's Fred,
I'm the Chief Secretary
of the Bureau of Magic.
I should have
introduced myself first.
My apologies again.
- I already know who you are.
Alongside the Hero
with his friends,
you're a threat to His Grace
and our race.
Our most reviled and
loathsome enemy.
- By His Grace,
you mean the Demon Lord?
Enemy or not, his skills
were impressive.
So, you're here on
the Demon Lord's orders?
- No, not at all.
How very foolish.
His Grace has been asleep
ever since you
defeated him in the war.
It was my own curiosity that
got the better of me and, uh
- Ah
It's interesting, Zenia.
I get the sudden
distinct feeling
that I've seen you
somewhere before.
- Now what are you
trying to pull?
You won't get any more
information out of me.
- Oh, where, oh where
could it have been?
Oh, that's right, I remember
where it was now.
See?
[Zenia grunts]
Right here.
That's you, isn't it?
[Zenia squealing]
- Wait! Where'd you
get that photo?
Were you hiding in the
bushes, you damn pervert!
- It's an article from
a news website.
A fairly recent one.
Prancing through the streets
in your birthday suit,
very bold.
- You don't understand,
I got kind of drunk and I just,
well, you know!
- I get it. It's easy to
get carried away
when there's alcohol involved.
You must have had a good time.
Just wish I'd been there
to see it.
So, were you drinking with
the guy running away from you?
- [Zenia] Um, uh, yes.
- Well, he's a real
piece of work, huh?
Getting you inebriated
and in such a state,
then not taking responsibility.
I don't know who the hell he is,
but he's a lousy,
pathetic creep!
You should not hang around
guys like that, Zenia.
[Zenia chuckles]
How did you even meet
him in the first place?
- Oh, well,
I was drunk, so it's
just sort of a blur.
- [Fred] Huh.
Then this was the only
time you ever saw him?
- Yeah, that's right.
Not saying that anything
happened between us though.
- Huh. Wonderful.
You have no idea how
relieved I am to hear that.
I couldn't bear the thought
of a nice girl like you
associating with that
sleazy old scumbag.
[Zenia laughing]
- Oh no, I would never do that.
I mean, who do you think I-
[magic bangs]
[Zenia grunts]
- Enough with the
innocent act, Zenia.
Exactly how naive
do you think I am?
Answer me.
Why get close to him?
What's the end goal?
Well?
You are nothing but
filthy disgusting demons.
Why are you trying to
get in this good graces?
Talk!
[door opens]
- Excuse me.
Chief Secretary,
Minister Grimms is here
to speak with you, sir.
- Tell him he needs to wait.
- But sir, he says he has
something important to discuss.
He is requesting an audience.
[Fred groans]
- Those handcuffs are designed
to suppress the wearer's magic,
which means you cannot use
your demonic powers for now.
So don't even think
about trying to escape.
- Chief, sir.
- I mean it.
Do not alert the
authorities about this.
I need you to keep a close eye
on her until I get back.
[steel guitar strumming]
- Oh, Chief Secretary Fred!
I'm so sorry to interrupt
your busy schedule, sir.
- It appears that his Excellency
is staying busy as well.
- Let me take you out some time.
I know a fantastic
restaurant for us.
- I'm extremely flattered, sir,
but no, I couldn't possibly.
- Your Excellency,
Chief Secretary Fred
is here to see you.
- Oh!
Fred, my man!
Feels like it's been
far too long!
- A personal visit from
the third Minister himself?
You greatly honor me,
Lord Grimm.
[Grimm shouting]
- I see you've mastered the art
of ass-kissing, my dear boy.
Well done. Good job.
[Fred grumbles]
- What in the world is
Chief Secretary thinking?
Who ties someone up in their
office, interrogates them,
and refuses to call the police?
He's holding this woman hostage.
- God, I screwed up!
Getting captured and
spilling the beans?
I must conceal the fact
that His Grace has been
reborn at all costs.
He's only been awake
for a short time.
If a fight broke out, he would
be at a huge disadvantage.
Either way, I need to focus on
getting out of here first.
Um, excuse me.
- What's the matter?
- Um, I'm sorry, but I
have to go to the bathroom.
- Fine then.
[clock ticking]
- Sorry for dropping in on you
without an appointment.
How's it been hanging, Fred?
- Please keep it brief,
your Excellency.
The Chief Secretary
is a very busy man
and his time is
very precious right now.
- Ah, here, let's take
a selfie together.
See cheese, Freddie boy!
[phone clicks]
- Please, your Excellency.
- Oh, it came out great!
What a beautiful smile, Fred,
you're a natural.
You like it?
It's a filter that changes
your expressions.
- My deepest apologies, sir.
Do not post that
on social media.
The last time your schedule
leaked and blew up online.
- Too late! I already posted it!
[secretary gasps]
[Fred grumbles]
- Well, you look dreadful.
You still worried then,
about Leo I mean?
- Why wouldn't I be?
Well, as far as his effect
on the kingdom's reputation
and economic interest,
of course.
[Grimms sighs]
- Makes you miss how things
were a decade ago,
even if we were poor.
The Hero and his crew
defeated the Demon Lord,
and the whole country
was on cloud nine.
I wonder though, how Max
is doing these days.
You ever talk to him?
Your old pal?
- No, I don't.
He's not the same man he was.
- [Grimms] That's too bad.
- Excellency,
why don't we discuss this
over lunch some other time?
- Oh, you're right!
My folly.
I should cut to the chase,
shouldn't I?
I'll get down to it then.
- Well, I hope you've learned
your lesson about sneaking
onto government property.
- I'm ashamed of myself.
- Here you go.
Nice and easy.
There.
- [Zenia] My jumpsuit.
- [Lim] Right.
I'll unzip it for you.
Oh, you picked the worst outfit.
Better?
Do I need to, uh, clean you up?
- [Zenia] The bidet, please.
On low.
- [Lim] You're awfully demanding
for a captured spy.
- Thank you very much!
[water running]
When Fred comes back,
I'm in trouble.
There's a chance he'll find out
about His Grace this time.
I must escape before
that happens.
- All right, open wide.
[Zenia chewing]
Okay, so what do you
want to eat next?
- I guess asparagus
and bacon, please.
- All righty then,
coming right up.
- If I'm going to escape,
I'll have to do something
about this woman.
I feel terrible about it though.
- I want to thank you for
letting me borrow Vodka.
In the end, well,
you know what happened.
But luckily, I've been
told his injuries
are not life
threatening.
Although still, I can't help
wonder how things got so bad.
- The blame rests solely
on Leo's shoulders.
If he hadn't decided
to be so selfish-
- But the hippie fella
did hit the jackpot
with his Gamma District.
He and his chums found a giant
mine full of magic ore!
If the kingdom were to extend
its gracious hospitality
and absorb the territory.
- If we did that,
it would destroy the kingdom's
upstanding reputation.
Leo refused to admit
that he took bribes,
then he doubled down and
defected without warning.
That's not the kind of thing
we can just sweep under
the rug and forget about.
- Fred, my dear boy
Do you really believe Leo's
the type of guy to take bribes?
- Honestly, I'm not sure he has
enough brain cells
to be involved in such things.
- [Grimm] I thought
the same thing.
Somebody framed Leo.
I feel so bad for him.
- But even so, sir,
his defection was
self-serving and ego-driven.
End of story.
- You've got a point.
Alas, he was an example
of what it meant to be
loyal to the kingdom,
and it stabbed him in the back.
Probably too much
for anyone to bear.
He is a man of integrity.
If you ask me,
it's rather commendable.
Well, kind of.
But not really.
- Those who ride
the moral high horse
will demand that everyone around
them share in the exact ideals.
The Gamma Republic is
destined to fail.
That's all there is to it.
- Oh boy.
Then I don't think
you're going to like
what I'm about to tell you.
[secretary sighs]
The truth is, I'm toying with
a little idea,
a peace treaty with
the Gamma Republic.
- What?
- Lots of folks sympathize
with Leo and the Republic;
even some of
the kingdom citizens.
If we go the peaceful route,
I think I'd be able to
drum up some support.
And most importantly, the
Gamma Republic has yet to cause
any direct harm to the kingdom,
outside of self-defense that is.
The global community's
perception of the kingdom
keeps getting worse
year after year.
So recognizing them as an
independent country
would change the story.
Each side making concessions,
of course.
I'd rather settle this mess
without a big nasty kerfuffle.
What say you?
- I'm not sure where
this is coming from.
What did the other
ministers think?
- The old lady's on board.
She's always cared for Leo.
And as for the rest of them
I'll go to work convincing them.
- One step at a time,
right, sir?
- But before that, I was
thinking it would be wise to put
a temporary hold on all military
operations at the border.
My goal is to establish
a useful alliance;
one that's practical,
peaceful, constructive.
And your support is a crucial
part of achieving that, Fred.
Your Leo's swell pal.
And perhaps even
more importantly,
you're a hit with the public.
[Fred groans]
[clock ticking]
[droning music]
- I've got no choice.
Either way,
I have to get these
magic suppressing
handcuffs off first.
And there's one detail
Fred failed to account for:
I can't even use magic.
This is exactly the kind of
situation I prepared for.
Hidden in my back pocket,
Spy Tool number seven:
Oil Slick!
[Zenia grunting]
[oil splashing]
Perfect.
And now I slip right out.
[chains rattling]
[Zenia grunts]
- What exactly are you doing?
- I was thirsty, so I decided to
have a refreshing sports drink.
It spilled.
- What kind of sports
drink is this greasy?
[Lim groans]
Now look here,
I am an officer.
I report to the Chief.
I know a thing or two
about magic myself.
And while I prefer not,
I will use force
if you try anything.
Understand?
I'm not taking you to
the bathroom again either.
Are you listening to me? Hello?
That's not going to help you
escape from here.
Please, just sit there and-
[handcuffs cracking]
Oh?
[Zenia grunting]
[handcuffs shattering]
[Lim gasps]
- All right, I'm free!
[Zenia thuds]
Ouchie!
I forgot my feet.
- So you're not just
some clueless bimbo
in a costume, it seems.
- Come on!
[Zenia grunting]
[flames roaring]
[strap snaps]
[Zenia panting]
Now I understand why the Chief
had to tie you up.
You're a class A security risk.
You are staying with me.
[Zenia gasps]
[flames roaring]
- Can I count on your
cooperation then, my boy?
- Of course.
Who am I to consider denying
the honorable Lord Grimms?
I'll do everything
in my power to help.
- Come here, you little
cutie patootie!
[Grimms laughing]
[Fred grunting]
- I'm not a patootie!
- But I feel better.
How about you?
We'll talk details
down the road.
Sorry again for
barging in so suddenly.
- Oh no, not at all.
Now please leave.
- Thank you for your
time, Chief Secretary.
Bye.
- Ta-ta.
[Fred sighs]
- It was good to see you,
your Excellency.
- Thank you for coming in,
Lord Grimms.
- Thank you, sweet cheeks.
Appreciate ya.
[fire roaring]
[Zenia grunting]
- Well, you're strong,
I'll give you that.
Are you satisfied now,
Miss Sneaky Spy?
[Zenia grunts]
No need to panic.
These flames are
under my control,
down to their temperature, the
smoke, and how fast they spread.
I won't let you die.
- I can't breathe.
- Go ahead and lie down.
- I'm going to
- Isn't this great Lord, Grimms?
- Yes, but we've still
got work to do.
- This is going to be
stressful as hell.
I swear to God.
[car rumbling]
[fire humming]
[clock ticking]
- Now then, what's up next
on the schedule?
- Let's see how many likes we
got with our photo, shall we?
- First, you have a meeting
with Vice Minister Melvin.
After that there's the annual
Plum Blossom Festival.
[building exploding]
[Lim gasping]
[debris roaring]
[suspenseful music]
[tires screeching]
- Did you guys see that?
A huge explosion
at the Magic Bureau!
- Oh my God!
- Well, don't stop here.
You're putting us all in danger.
Chop, chop. Drive on.
I don't want any part
of such a mess.
[both gasping]
- Uh-huh.
- Terrorists always make
the worst decisions.
The Republic screwed up
this time.
It'll certainly turn up
the pressure.
What now, my cutie patootie?
["Mirai=Teleport"
by Nenne plays]