The disturbances and long nights caused by the halves of vampires and necromancers, Nair, came to an end.
I was approaching my limit of strength too, so I fell to pass out, and the next time I woke up, it was on the bed in the village where I was staying.
While asleep, Mr. Alk and the others apparently set fire to those western halls, leaving only the skeleton of the black burnt western hall and the massive collection of books that became burning cusses, as well as the massive ashes that were the remains of evil dragons.
Then, after a day of restoring fatigue and magic, we went to greet the village chief to leave the village.
"Nevertheless, you don't have to try to send them all out in the village..."
"You can't just walk away from your benefactor, ungrateful man. Thanks to the absence of the Necromancer, the zombies who were wandering around the village were gone. Now we can live in peace."
When I looked behind the village chief who came to drop me off, the villagers were coming to drop me off.
Several of them have handed a large bag to Mr. Alk, who is loading his stuff behind him.
"I got so much food..."
"I'd rather not give it enough."
I'm sorry if I got any more from the boulders.
Hold the vegetables in one hand and gently refuse the courtesy of the villagers who lean over. In the middle of it, I smile and notice a woman approaching me.
"Mr. Tetra."
"Hey, you seem to be doing okay now."
"Yeah, thanks to you"
Next to the old woman who raised her hand here to Frank, there's no sign of that village girl.
While I frowned about that, I decided to ask what I had always cared about.
"Um, may I be rude... Did Tetra live in that big house by herself?"
"Hahaha, it's nothing rude or anything. I've been living there alone for twenty years. My husband and daughter were murdered by demons... and I've been alone in that house ever since."
Alone all the time. You've really forgotten.
But I finally figured out the part that was caught in her words. What's a puppet, beat up your hatred and be sweet?
I know what I want to know, and I try to bow to Mr. Tetra as it is - and I unwittingly stop on her with some sad look on my face.
"But hey, it's kind of very strange. I don't feel like that house that I lived in alone suddenly became bigger yesterday. I can't believe I'm finally messing with you."
"... No, you're still fine. Mr. Tetra."
With unspeakable emotions in her words, now it's time to get behind her and get ready to turn around.
Damn, you can't do this. After all, people's memories are so easy to erase. I catch a glimpse of that evidence in front of me right now and hold back the feeling of sticking it up from my chest.
Then, you were listening to me and her conversation, and Amako pulls the hem of her uniform.
"... don't worry. I'm not so much a crybaby as I am soaked in sentiment and crying. I am."
"No, it's not like Usat's gonna cry, it's about what time he's leaving."
"Will you give me back my sentiments? Hey?"
I thought you cared about me.
I feel hot emotions creeping up in my chest sink away.
"This is his choice, so I won't say anything. If you look at the process, he deserves it."
"You're tough... well, yeah."
"And..."
For some reason, Amako looks at me with a jitsu eye.
What, what, those defiant eyes?
"Usat is Usat, too. Isn't it a little too sweet for the enemy?"
"Sweet, because I'm supposed to be on the help side in the first place, right? I'm just having trouble being asked to be ruthless."
"But that's why I don't know about that ending"
I agree with that, but you don't seem to like it.
... I don't care about that now. Now we have to finish getting ready.
Check your baggage and put some food on Burlin's back as well. Don't keep room to Samarial with this much.
"Alc. We're ready."
"This is just over!"
Seeing Mr. Alk securely fastened his luggage to his horse, I turn again towards the villagers.
"That was a short period of time, but you're all well"
"Yeah, I hope I'll come back if I can. Let's prepare more hospitality then ever. Until then, we wish you every success in your journey."
Also... yeah, I'll be back here sometime.
I wave away to the villagers, feeling less than full.
Villagers gradually getting far away. In it, there is no such thing as a village daughter named Nair anywhere. No one is wondering about that, and from the beginning such a girl behaves as if she was nowhere.
I'm sure those people don't even know the end of the story.
That we were being manipulated, too.
The identity of the necromancer is also
why zombies were roaming around the village. The reason also
And the fact that one girl disappeared from the village unknowingly...
"Hooo."
By the time I lost sight of the village, a small black owl descended on my shoulder.
The palm-sized small black owl, when folded large wings disproportionate to the small body, ho, sounds.
Without any doubt that the owl was flying at noon, I kept walking and squeaking alone.
"Is this a good idea?"
"... ho"
"Nair, you erase those people's memories... are you sure that was a good idea..."
"Ho"
"... hey"
I don't hesitate to eagle an owl on my shoulder and turn it upside down. [M] When you look at a visibly wolfish owl with a zit eye, you are blatantly distracted.
This guy......
Swinging vertically with the boom as it was, the owl who let his eyes wander suddenly raised a girly scream.
"Ya, stop!! Stop swinging upside down!?"
"Omei, if you can talk, it's a lousy play depression. You're acting like a weird guy I talk to a bird."
"Well, 'cause now I'm an owl!! Ordinary owls don't talk!! Ho ho ho -!!"
"Funny. Ordinary owls don't always ho ho ho ho. After that, don't reply like you took it."
I don't know much about owl ecology, but I know I don't purposefully sound like that.
The identity of the owl now in my hands is Nair, the girl who disappeared in that village and the demon who should have been crusaded as a necromancer.
I let go of my hand as I pounded forward and threw a sigh of sighing at her moving my feathers butterfly. The freed owl wings heavily, and when he stays on Brulin's back, he turns into a brunette red-eyed girl, with the sound and light of a bong.
"Ha, are you sure you want to follow me?"
"Of course. 'Cause I've already finished my contract."
Hey, and she cutely tilts her neck and shows her right palm. At the center of its palm are inscriptions like tattoos of demon cubes.
And I have the same text on my left. Nothing is painted on the palm of the left now, but if you cage the magic, a purple engraving will appear on your palm.
"How could you do this..."
"You said we'd stick together for the rest of our lives, right?"
"Then you won't have to burn the house you lived in."
That night, the contract she made with me - it wasn't a curse, it wasn't magic, it was just a simple magic contract. However, the demon contract she used was not currently commonly used, but before it was significantly altered, which was handled hundreds of years ago, and what a vicious thing to be able to forcibly enter into a contractual relationship without my consent and with the consideration of the blood of both sides.
What was troublesome about this contract was that the subordinate's bondage is stronger than the simplified user demon contract today, in that it cannot be so easily dissolved.
Surely Nair is a monster. I don't wonder that you can exchange magic contracts for use.
But I didn't think I was going to go into an outrage that would make me a user demon from myself. Besides, while I was passing out, I would erase the memories of the villagers, burn the western hall where I lived - I was surprised that they were preparing to follow us completely.
"Huff, there's no point in leaving a house where you don't have to live anymore, is there? Besides, I've got something important."
That said, when I opened the bag on Burlin's back, there were a few books with black back covers in there.
... If you think you have an unfamiliar bag, was it your stuff? From what I've seen, it looks like a magic book. I guess I couldn't have burned all the museums because they were precious.
"Huh, okay. So, how did he end up like an owl?"
"Eh, he looks like a demon to use. She's not cuter than anything."
"If you're a vampire, you're a bat."
"I don't like it. I don't want to suck blood until I'm an animal. If you want to transform, you need a cute creature."
Don't you have a very good impression on bats?
Well, either way, owls do look adorable, but the contents are yours. Then it's ruined in many ways.
I can't say much about having a resemblance to Rose and Kukuru in terms of partnering black creatures.
Looking sideways towards Nair, she is stroking Brulin as she sings her nose in an upbeat mood. Because it's the same demon, or is she instinctively judging that she doesn't have evil feelings, Brulin is left with a muddled look on her face.
"Keep it up, Lord, Man, Dear"
"Humph!"
Amako, who had walked next to me on the top of the Buddha until earlier, hit Nair's tibia, who had said so with a full grin. Nair falls off Brulin's back with a pitiful voice called KYAN!?
"Yikes, what are you doing all of a sudden!!"
"Don't get on with it. Bats."
"Bats!? The Beast Man is a demon to me. No... I'll let you put one on black and white first!!"
Nair jumps on Amako all in return, but Amako, who predicted it, avoids flirting and pays for his feet.
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It's kind of like watching a cat fight, though it's actually a vampire and fox fight.
Well, you can leave that one alone. Sometimes the word is that we're close enough to fight.
"You got a weird guy sticking around..."
"Ha ha, you're getting busy"
"Mr. Ark will be on the other side."
Because it was manipulated to be good.
"Even if no, we're going to travel together. I'm on my own, and I can't make it uncomfortable. Besides, she's already been punished."
Punishment, huh?
The same is true of being hurt by evil dragons, and if the act of erasing the memories of the villagers with her own hands is a punishment, maybe she's been punished enough.
"Later, yes, her powers help me on the journey ahead. That's what I thought."
I nod to agree with what Mr. Alk said.
She deals with the spells of restraint, the spells of resistance, the magic that is totally unsuitable for an attack, but she's going to help you when you disable your opponent or protect yourself from an attack.
"No, wait. If you dare to put the curse of restraint on me, you can still work out while you're normally..."
"Neither did I. I can't believe you're trying to use the technique of restraint as a restraint for yourself... it's an idea that no one would ever think of."
Are you complimenting me, Sole? No, I know you're complimenting me.
As I laughed bitterly at his words, Nair jumped on my shoulder in the form of an owl who was stunning behind me. Dirt in the sand, you won't have to ask which one won because you've been running this way.
"... yes"
Second, I'll try to remember and take out the array I've missed.
Amako, who saw what she had taken out from behind, raised her voice of surprise.
"It was in the body of the evil dragon..."
"Oh, in my world, a blade is a knife."
A knife in a sheath of leather that the villagers have looked after.
Nair, who saw a knife that made her feel unusual power just by holding it in her hand, curiously circles her eyes when she hears it was in the body of the evil dragon.
"That's what it said in the diary. Usato, you should take care of that."
"Hmm? Why?"
"It's a weapon that the brave men used. Perhaps the time will come for something useful."
Does it help, this?
I don't use blades, so I don't have an unlimited chance of using them. If I let Amako hold it, the weight of the knife could become her burden, and Mr. Alk already has a broken sword replacement.
... I can't help it, do I stab you in the hips properly?
You can use it to peel vegetables and fruits and stuff.
As he sighs one thing, his eyes go to Nair, who is on his shoulder, as he holds his knife in the form of a pinch in his waist belt.
"What's wrong?"
"Mm, no. Nothing."
When she stopped manipulating life and death and lost her loneliness, she abandoned her place and traveled to the outside world.
It doesn't matter at this time what means and why.
Thinking of it that way, I recall an early morning event when I spoke to her as Nair, my village daughter. I think she was finally able to step out, not just ask for knowledge.
The girl who manipulates life and death is no longer in that hall.
I don't even have a daughter who was protecting the village.
I'm here right now...
"The devil of the devil, I guess."
It's a little troublesome, and the nasty part is the occasional scratches, though.