"... hmm? Oh, you're awake, Richt."
When Richt arrives in the realm of Rosé, a beautiful, large coffin is placed with Dokan.
From the size, you could think of it as having rosé in it.
On that coffin, Aria sat down for a while.
It's an act that's going to piss me off if it's in the human world, but there's no one here to blame for it.
"I was worried because your lord wouldn't wake up. I'm sure you didn't do anything particularly weird... but you're gonna be okay, right?
"Oh - it's more about Rosé than that."
Richt turns the story impatiently.
I don't care about myself or anything.
The only thing in my head is that I have to resuscitate Rosé.
"Don't rush. Rosé's staying here. - Whoa."
rattling and moving coffins.
Aria, who was sitting on top of it, was pushed away in a way that was out of balance.
He didn't think he'd start resuscitating on his way to talking to the boulder.
Aria herself is not the type to weigh courtesy, but she has a musty look on this behavior.
"Rose, are you okay?
"Mr. Richt...!? Excuse me, where are we...?
A voice heard from inside the coffin.
Nor does Rosé seem to understand the current situation.
When you wake up, suddenly you're in a dark coffin, which means you won't have to be confused either.
Richt hurries to open the lid of the coffin.
Rosé was dazzling at the light coming in direct.
"Tell me. Rose, is your belly wound okay?
"Demon King...... Yes, thanks to Mr. Richt - or Mr. Richt was helped!
Rosé, who has too much information coming in and whose head is being left behind, is first and foremost pleased with the success of Operation Richter Recapture.
It is unfortunate that I could not be present with that success, but such thoughts were soon to be blown away as well.
When you go outside the coffin, it is your realm.
It seems to be a lie when I was crying for the loss of Richt.
"Anyway, it was good! Mr. Richt!"
"Oh, oh..."
Rosé jumps into Richter's chest with momentum.
Richt managed to endure a critical stomp where he was likely to be pushed down as it was.
I know you're going to be modest, but pure vampire advances are out of hand.
Its power can only be described as boulder.
"Don't be careful from now on, Richt. It'll be tough when the Lord is gone. Not just the power of war, but Rosé and Faelice."
"Don't say that too much, Demon King......!
"Sorry I bothered you - Ah"
Speaking of which - Richt asks.
"Ferris had a terrible right..."
"Speaking of which, you did. That was necessary to keep Faelice quiet. I don't know... don't die."
Although I'm worried, I can't feel any signs of help, Aria.
Apparently, this is inevitable fate.
From here on out, Richter was to have a long day like a ghost.