After the Demon King recovered, he finally returned to the castle, changed into his favorite clothes, and nodded with satisfaction. smiled.
Then, the Marquis, who was hanging out in the castle, was taken to sparring.
The reason is: "I haven't done it for a few days. I need to practice. Lord Marquis."
Holding the flower, the marquis turned to the Demon King who had set his target on him: "...Okay." After he started again, to the Demon King who was a little bored, "Are you in a bad mood, Your Majesty?"
The Demon King blinked: "Is there? I'm in a good mood."
The Marquis nodded directly without giving face.
The Demon King blinked in this resolute affirmation, and lowered his head to ponder for a while.
Then pulled the Marquis off the court again. When the Marquis grinned, he nodded slightly: "It seems a little bit."
The Marquis then sat down and listened.
After the Demon King finished practicing, he said to the Marquis who looked like a humanoid tree hole: "Why are you doing this?"
"If there is anything unhappy about your majesty, you can tell me and let me relieve my worries." The marquis is still an occasional marquis, and his curiosity comes again, "After all, this minister is the first subordinate you conquered in the Demon Domain. Absolute loyalty. . The tone is very tight. I promise not to tell any other demons anything about you."
Demons respect their strength and their essence. The first marquis who was beaten badly at the beginning was, in a sense, the first subordinate of the Demon King. But the tone of the marquis...
The Demon King looked at the walls and windows next to him in this series of promises:
As a rule of thumb, the more promises, the less reliable they are.
And based on the tragedies of other demons in the past, what the Marquis knows is basically the same as what the entire demons know in most cases.
The Demon King came back to take a look at the Marquis, and in the gossip on his face, he thought about why the Marquis was beaten last time, and then saw the Marquis slowly twitching in his eyes: "It's nothing."
Then, next to the human-shaped tree hole, he stared back at the figures coming and going outside the window. After thinking about what the hero had done, he endured it for a while, and then asked the Marquis to shut up and then roughly said—
Probably, what the Marquis knew about the Demon King cheating on the princess and the hero who came to save his lover, and what the Marquis didn’t know about the beauty who got him beaten last time was the Demon King himself, and…
"...How can there be such a brainless existence as a hero in the world?"
Pick and choose said some objective facts, and by the way, the Demon King who attacked the hero, greeted the hero's IQ again at the end.
Feeling really angry. All pissed off.
Just after being bombarded with a bunch of news, the Marquis looked at the demon king who was a little angry: "... Anyway, please allow me to calm down first, Your Majesty." After a while, "I'm done calming down. Your Majesty is miserable." The Marquis sincerely mourned for a second that the Demon King's taste was the foolish sweetness of the enemy camp, and then, "And for this, I decided to offer you my most sincere sympathy and blessings here."
Saying that, he stood up and bent down, pressing down his deep purple eyes with the movement.
The Demon King in these rude words and playful demeanor: ...
"Lord Marquis? Are you going to continue to say such baseless things? If so, you can get out first."
"Yes, Your Majesty, let's go now. Also, do you need me to go where to perform any tasks now? For example, to kill the mentally retarded brave man in the words just now?"
The Marquis stood up slightly in these words, and his eyes were in the dark purple color, which can be said to be very demonic.
…
If you disagree, you fight and kill, and it really is my subordinate.
Although I don't know why the topic jumped so fast, all in all, the Demon King finally let the Marquis go to make up for the flowers he stole while the Demon King was away.
And after bracing his chin in the bedroom, he looked outside—
Outside the window, the Marquis, who was accused of planting flowers in the autumn and winter, was working hard. Small flowers slowly appeared between the leaves and the vine branches, and then spread out. Next to him, the magic dragon was lying somewhere, as if he was sleeping, but at the same time as if he was sleeping. under supervision.
Occasionally the wind blew, shaking the flowers and vine branches tended by the servants, and the Marquis akimbo said something in the wind, and another flower spread out.
The magic dragon just flapped its wings there, swirling a strong wind, and blew something onto the Marquis.
The Marquis probably protested against the move, and the dragon fanned again.
The Demon King smiled when there was something swirling around, and walked to the window amid the noise of the Marquis outside turning on the Demonic Education Mode for the Demon Dragon.
Amid the noise, the servants and guards who came and went in the field of vision once again avoided the accident scene. After temporarily changing their walking route, they continued their daily work, occasionally saying something or not saying anything at all. Just walking in this thin sunshine, or talking in twos and threes when changing shifts or passing by, talking about words that I don't know what it is.
The Demon King pulled up the curtains on the side of the bedroom with these daily routines.
Then, after inspecting the castle, he untied his clothes in the bedroom that suddenly became quiet and empty.
Look at yourself.
The injured hand was healed a long time ago, and now I can't see any traces at all, but there is still a scar on the shoulder where the shot was shot, and a little pink is printed on the skin...
It feels discordant. Very dazzling.
- However, even if it is very conspicuous now, even if it has not fully recovered, it will slowly disappear like other wounds or scars after a long time in the future.
until no more. There will be no trace of what happened before.
The Demon King confirmed this after checking his latest situation. By the way, he lay down on the table next to him. After thinking about how he was injured, he threw the mask to the side in a sullen mood, and casually ignored it when no one could see it. Lying on his stomach, he didn't move, he just let the half-unbuttoned clothes loose and slacken in this movement, and after exposing a large piece of fair skin, he clearly showed that point, the scar he could see at a glance.
Then the scattered golden hair slowly fell down in this posture, swept across the shoulders and fell down one by one, and then fell into the blood-colored clothes in the gradually steady breathing, printed with white skin and red clothes, golden dazzling for a while.
The long blond hair, the red of the clothes, the white of the skin, and the pure black of the table set off against each other, the Demon King lay there, closed his blue eyes unknowingly, and slowly fell asleep.
In the deep sleep, the room changed from the faint light of daytime to the endless darkness of the late night. The scene outside the window gradually alternated in the white clouds and stars and welcomed a large number of dead leaves. The silence of the room slowly filled every room with the passage of time. In a corner, the figure casually lying on the table is gradually shrouded in light and darkness under the rotation of day and night.
During this time, the whole room seemed to fall asleep.
I slept very deeply, very deeply.
Then, the last flower outside the window was forcibly planted with magic power in the snow-colored swaying, and the magic dragon said after overseeing the work: "Roar—"
The snowflakes were blown by the sound, and a sporadic light snow fell outside one after another. The Demon King woke up immediately after the sound and sat upright.
Then he stayed for a while, woke up, and pulled down his hair that was messed up because of the sudden movement. After replying to the magic dragon, he realized that his clothes were messed up.
There was a bit of dust on the mask that was thrown away not far away.
Time seems to have been in his mind, a long time has passed.
He just blinked his blue eyes, and in this feeling, he suddenly found himself as if his whole body was covered with dust.
Then the Demon King buttoned up his red clothes, pulled back his darkened blond hair and combed it. After summoning the Demon Dragon, he summoned his servants, and whispered to the sudden surprise in his heart—
So, the practice of random selection of shortcomings of mixed blood is really annoying. Especially under the principle that the stronger the ability, the greater the disadvantage.
It's normal in normal times, and it's normal in special times. If you can fight in normal times, in special times, you will lose all your magic power. In special periods, hibernation is used to solve the problem, and after sleeping for a long time, the requirements for sleep quality in ordinary periods will be improved by themselves.
Gee.
- So it's not a good ending for interracial love.
The Demon King came to this conclusion after complaining in a low voice.
And he walked out of the room after confirming that the dragon was on standby at any time. After being in a coma for so long, he felt that there was something wrong with him.
It's like being covered in a layer of dust.
In this feeling, the Demon King stood for a while in front of the castle that had changed due to the weather and time.
Then he pointed to a servant who came not far away: "You, tell me to boil the water." In front of another, "You, tell me to clean." The next one came, "You..."
This one…
It seems that it is an existence that should be directly destroyed.
"come here."
In that sense of disgust, the Demon King called him over after going out, glanced at the changed castle, and returned to the silent room when his eyes were full of lively atmosphere.
Then, the Demon King sat upright on a chair in the silent room. In the main battlefield of the first room and the familiar scene, although the magic power was almost dissipated, he was still very imposing, staring firmly at the opposite side, raising his chin. lift.
The figure on the opposite side stood there, not looking at the Demon King, just standing there.
"Go and boil the water."
In the long silence, the Demon King finally kicked him out.
The brave remembered—
During that time, he was led down paths, and each path seemed to be the direction he was going.
During that time, he was tricked into taking a lot of medicines, and when taking medicines, he always seemed to follow the script that the devil is the patient and the hero is eating candy.
During that time, he used to rejoice every day in amnesia again and again, after the Demon King occasionally said that he came to take the initiative to find the words of the brave.
Those words, true or false, and in the past, he thought... Every day was true.
Then on the second day after the truth, I heard the devil say the story he liked or didn't like again, heard the devil say he liked him or didn't like him again, heard the devil say that he made a special trip to find his sweetness Or a coincidence that happened to happen, I heard again the comfort and anger of the Demon King after he accidentally discovered that he lost his memory, and again heard the various blows and anger of the Demon King after he vowed to destroy the hidden demons...
In fact, everything is just a falsehood woven by the devil. But he got caught up in it.
Then, on the night he met the porter in the forest, the Demon King said that the hero who was so black when he was blackmailed was an idiot.
After a memory loss, the Brave connects the events of a few months ago with the porters of the destroyed cargo.
A timeline was cut off in the middle, and the truth of another appearance was pieced together.
…
"Is it because of me?" The brave finally said a word when he was about to be kicked out.
The Demon King, who had told him many scripts, said in these abrupt words: "What?"
The brave man raised his head, his eyes were red, and he said at the door with a trembling voice: "At that time, when you destroyed their goods, did you deceive me because they used the goods as a reason? It is because of me that you Will it do that? It will come later…”
His voice was so weak that he couldn't hear it.
The Demon King was reminded of the fact that he was surrounded and beaten in these low words, and then raised his eyes and looked out through the brave man who did not know how to disguise himself here.
And in the winter dress of the castle, directly facing the following Marquis who finally made up and started hanging out and flirting with girls:
"Lord Marquis, your mission is here."
Marquis:
Although I don't understand, I will come right away.
The brave faced the coming Marquis, and in a predictable accident after that, he dragged the Demon King into the door.
As soon as the door was closed, everything outside was isolated again. The drawn curtains and the closed door made the bedroom as silent as in the past.
Then in the silence, the brave man said, "Tell me the truth."
After the demon king was suddenly dragged in, he was a little surprised at the brave man who suddenly took advantage of the danger of the demon. After a while, he decided to be surprised: "... The truth is, you are going to be beaten." The fact that he said he wanted to return the past where he was besieged, after the hero reappeared without opening the pot, "Please prepare well."
and shook his hand.
He shook his hand.
Tossed.
"Let go." The Demon King frowned, "I'll hit you if you don't let go."
The brave man squeezed even tighter in these words, his eyes fixed on the Demon King: "Tell me."
Demon King: …
"no."
Outside the door, the marquis ran to knock on the door. After the brave man brought the Demon King in, he continued in a low voice: "Why is that?"
Demon King: …
The Demon King was blocked here. After realizing that he could not fight head-on for the time being, he was angry, and then forced himself to calm down to the brave man who always had his own script, and said, "... You already have your own ideas, so you still need to What do you ask me. Brave-sama?"
The brave man was stabbed, his hands tightened, and he still looked at the Demon King.
After that, the Demon King slammed into the brave man's chin. After the brave man frowned in pain, he heard the marquis outside the door shout again, "Your Majesty? I'm in?"
The Demon King said directly, "Don't enter." After this sentence, he frowned at the hero who returned to his senses, his eyes were fierce, "Let go, if you don't let go, I'll really hit you."
After the Demon King did not object to his guess and heard this sentence again, the brave looked over, stared at the Demon King and lowered his eyes: "You said this—"
The sound is a little harsh.
After the Demon King said it once before: "So this is the second time to reiterate..."
"—after I kissed you."
The remaining words of the Demon King were blocked by these few words, and he was at a loss for words in the room for a while. The brave man smiled, but it was a bit like crying: "I now remember every day before."
"I remember that day."
Demon King: …
When the Demon King remembered what day it was, he threw his hand, but didn't shake it, he threw his hand again, and after biting his lip, he gritted his teeth outside—
"Marquis, come in."
"Dragon!"
For a moment, the outside snow was swaying.
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