Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Mao Dara the 2nd

Lesson 50: The Beloved

I rented a horse in Gordina.

The sun is already completely high.

I waited until the rented horse shop opened and I ate my time.

If you could send me with metamorphosis magic... my regrets will come in.

Anyway, it hurt that Fran and I broke up.

"You can't help being stupid, can you, horse? Good luck!

I left Goldina and just walked out of Corona.

Though it pinches the break, the horse is severely fatigued.

I have to change horses somewhere.

Every time such a hassle arises, anxiety is raised, and my heart is burned chillily.

"You're lying. Your father is very strong. You're not supposed to die, are you?

I shrugged to tell myself.

I don't have a voice to agree with.

Because I'm alone.

It freed me from the cold cage.

He taught me the warmth of my family when I wasn't close to him.

He was always beside me and gave me a lot of joy.

Father who loved me at all times.

Father.

... Father.

"I don't like being dead. I don't like it..."

There's no point in crying.

Still leaking out of the edge of my mouth.

Rita, I have a sister, so I'm fine.

That guy's healing magic works great.

That doesn't clear my anxiety.

A sense of obstruction that makes your soul eagle.

A sense of despair, as if engraved on my heart, arrives all the way.

"Good luck, horse! Just a little quicker!

I stepped up my footsteps.

Like running away from someone approaching from behind.

If you can get away with it, your father might be able to help.

With such a muscular wish.

"Finally, Loran. Almost there."

Finally back to the woods of abundance.

Still far from home.

I'd like to ask for a replacement horse, but the horse was paying for it.

I had no choice but to return the horse I was riding and run on my own feet.

The sun, by the way, is already falling.

Nearly a full day from the first contact.

We have to hurry anyway.

"Do you want to go on your own feet from here!

Make way for the familiar.

The path I always walked when I was heading from the forest house to Loran.

Back then, both Brother Glenn and Mireia were still there.

I was always on your father's shoulder when it came to me.

While feeling secure and stimulated at the same time.

When did you meet Colo's dad?

That was so big and amazing.

Yes, like Wang over there......

Running at great speed like that......

- Bwah!

A hell of a giant wang came to me.

I can't even look at it wrong, Colo. It's my dad.

"We've been looking for you. To the Lord as soon as possible."

"Thank you, Colo, Dad. Take me to your father!

"Please get on your back. Then he's not my breath..."

"Hurry up! Please!"

"... I understand!

Ride a huge back.

And intense recoil.

Colo, my dad moved out at a tremendous rate.

If you haven't grabbed the tentacles, they'll shake you off, at that speed.

The scenery around me turns into something I don't miss.

The entrance to the training ground, the strange fields, Brother Glenn's work shed, and….

"We're here! Thanks!"

"No need to thank me. To the Lord sooner than that."

"Yeah, I'm coming!

I opened the entrance.

Of course there's nobody in the dining room.

Sister Rita, who is cooking, sister Ashley, who is stuck at her desk, and sister Elena, who is caring for her love sword.

- And your father, who's having a relaxing cup of tea.

Maybe it's the bedroom where everyone is.

It must be gathering there.

The unpleasant feeling grows stronger every time we move on.

Because every situation shows the answer.

- Batang!

I opened the bedroom door.

Then there was a crowd of people just overflowing in the narrow room.

Sister Rita gripping a handkerchief.

She's crying in the corner of the room, sister Ashley.

Sister Elena is looking up at the ceiling with her hands on that back.

And he greeted me, with a little bit of a twisted face.

"Good, you made it"

"Uncle Chris......"

"Come on, please come to your lord. I've been waiting for you."

Mireia was near the prompted bed.

Her hands are holding someone's hand tightly.

Hands full of wrinkles, like your grandfather.

"Silvia. Come here quickly."

Brother Glenn led me to the other side of the bed.

One free hand.

I knew it, too, was full of wrinkles.

Grip it tight.

Like giving my life away.

Even so, there's nothing to grip back at.

It was a very cold hand.

"Father...... why?

Strangely enough, my face was unchanged.

Same as when we met before.

If I were to say just one thing, it would be too white.

It's as if I've lost my temperature.

"Father, are you okay...? It's all right, isn't it? Get up again, have dinner with everyone, scatter and get mad."

"Silvi......"

"I'm still young! Yeah, let's go on a trip! Brother Glenn and Mireia are with us! Yapone says Sakura is full of flowers, and it's pink on one side! You would like to see Sister Rita too, wouldn't you?!

"... right, thanks. Talk to him a lot."

Signs of death.

That fills the bedroom.

If you can get rid of that air, your father might be able to help.

I think so. As opposed to me, everyone just leaks whimpers.

- This heavy air won't bring your father home!

I heard a long-awaited voice when I started thinking about persuading him.

"Yeah......"

"Father! Are you okay?!

"Oh, Sylvia..."

I have as much to talk about as I want.

There are many things I would like to ask you.

Still, I can't sort out a white head.

I had to leave the word to overflow from my chest.

"... oh"

Whatever you say, no matter what you tell them, they just give you an ambiguous reply.

I'm even suspicious if my gaze is looking at me.

Still, it was just good to have a reaction.

While I'm talking to you, you'll live.

Believe me, though I talked to him as far as I could think of.

"Sylvia......"

Ezkiri.

My chest hurt for some reason in your father's voice.

I felt like I was being talked to from so far away, even though I was so close.

"Yeah! Hey, Dad?!

"You were my daughter... and I was really happy. Thanks........."

"... I was very happy, too! Thanks, Dad!

Words of farewell.

I have responded accordingly.

I hate to admit it, but I also didn't like not answering.

My true, false feelings.

- And.

Your father's soul is taken away.

I guess I'm on my way to death right now.

I turned around and shouted.

"Sister Rita, have restorative magic! Hurry!"

"... Silvi. I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do."

"Uh, Sister Ashley! You can't handle secrets and stuff with secret drugs?!

"I can't. Something convenient like that..."

"Uh, yeah!

Hurry up, or your father will really die!

There must be some kind of hand.

There's a solution no one's noticed!

- Poon.

Someone slapped me on the shoulder.

Looking up, it was Sister Elena.

"Sylvia, keep it around there"

"Because! We have to do something, not like this!

"You think we didn't try anything? I ran out of hands."

"But but...!

"Sorry, Sylvia. We couldn't help Alf."

Mireia cried out in those words.

Brother Glenn is also covering his face and crying.

And the indoors were engulfed with grief.

"No, Father! Why!?"

"Cry for him. Alf would be happier with that."

"Why did you die?! You were so good! How could you?

The grief lasted a long time.

That day, of course, the next day, the next day.

By the time I buried your father, I didn't even have the energy to weep.

We lost three people that day.

He watched over my family in the woods, my sweet father.

An intelligent lord, who led the Registeria to prosperity.

And......

Powerful demon king, who was stabilising nations in awe.

The hole through which its existence has fallen is immensely large.

That was so incomparable with the sense of loss we have.