Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Maodara the 3rd

Lesson 10: People Who Love Flowers

Before, a green world rich in grass.

If you switch, barren land where all things have died.

It's metastatic magic, so it's not like I've been flown, it's like I've been grounded so far, and what's not connected is worldview.

When you look at the foot, the border is formed as if it had been divided.

Irrationally, this side has not been eroded by ash.

The air is not dry either and appears to be moderately damp.

It was as if there was a discontinuity between one book and another page plugged in.

"This is a different world... look at that."

"Through the sea of ashes, through...?

"Elysia, have you noticed!

"Sorry. It bothered me. Where am I?

"That's all I want to hear."

Bees are passing too far in front of me and a few butterflies are dancing.

The wild rabbit takes his ears out of the grass and dives into a brightly colored flower garden in red but yellow.

This sight is not because it has passed through the sea of ashes.

There is still a hassle ahead of us near the register.

In the first place, there's not a single view of paradise so far around that city, and the air is starving more.

"Coho Coho"

"I need to find some drinking water. Hands are empty now."

"In my leather bag, there must still be some left."

"Sorry, the wind blew me away"

"I don't mind. All you need is a sword."

Elysia seems to have re-held it a little and is only looking a little better.

But Cindy's not as good as ever.

Although the cough has calmed somewhat, the fever persists.

Anyway, I want to give you just water.

Looking around, the grass was thriving but the water field was not found.

Isn't it a fountain somewhere?

"Elysia, wait here with Cindy. I'm gonna explore the vicinity."

"Okay. Be careful."

Halfway through the bet, I ran the meadow alone.

There seems to be no creek or fountain in sight, so we head to the woods.

You were surprised by the sudden intruder, and the birds and rabbits rushed out to the people.

I'm sorry, I surprised you.

…… People, there's someone. "

There was a young woman in front of the woods.

Probably in his mid-twenties.

I can't see my face because I'm turning my back.

The woman sits in the flower garden and seems to be picking a few.

Colorful petals peek into his face from his arms.

Is he a resident here?

If so, it could be one of the Demon King's men, and I don't know if he's an enemy or an ally.

- What do we do? Talk, or preemptive attack?

When I was lost in judgment, the woman moved first.

Ask me the attitude as it is.

"Who's there?

"Shit......"

A woman turns around slowly.

I miss that side somewhere.

I wonder if I've seen him before.

With that in mind, I heard another voice again.

Near as whispered in his ear, zowari and chills run.

"Confirm the setting conditions, contact with those who are marginal (itchy). This will take over Alfred Cohen's memory."

"What?"

There's no such thing as looking around.

The only woman I see is a woman with flowers.

"Take over, start"

"Taking over...!?

Along with the signal of initiation, he was attacked by a sense of unnameability.

A huge tsunami of sights as if only the scenes had been cut off, as if tens of thousands of paper plays could be shown off.

It's finally fast to follow with your eyes, and all sorts of events rush through.

"Oh yes, I did..."

Although I was confused at first, my mood changed with each passing hour.

This is my memory.

Everything from the numerous events of the previous life, from the happy to the embarrassing, is experienced at super high speeds.

And even the post-mortem ones.

The restoration of the protection was carried out in a mysterious space, and the sight was interrupted where the bu fell.

And once again, an unchallenged voice is whispered.

"You have completed the handover of your memory. Some, magic line connection failed. Renewal ends"

"Whoa. I don't know who it is, thank you."

I haven't heard back from my voice.

What a strange event, but the result was fantastic.

You reminded me of something important.

- Bassari.

The bouquet fell out of both hands.

Petals, seeds like cotton wool rise.

He ran through the impromptu curtains and jumped into my chest.

Hold that shoulder.

That, as I once felt, remained small and luxurious.

"I'm home. Rita."

"... welcome back. Alf."

"Sorry to keep you waiting. Two hundred years."

"... I told you not to go home in the morning"

"You did. I'll be careful."

"Just mouth..."

I smelled nostalgic.

The smell of grass flowers and soil is mixed, and that calms everything down.

Not if you're soaking up!

"Rita, there's a sick man. I need your help now!

"I don't mind, but it's been a long time since we've seen each other again? Isn't that just disgusting?

"Oh, I'm already in a hurry! If we're gonna make it up to you, then we'll do it!

"Can you make me squirm?

"Ahhhhhhh!

"Will you be a grown-up equinox?

"Kids or adults! Anyway, come on!

I took the lead and ran to Cindy and the others.

Rita's just fine.

I'm going to try to get a kick out of it even for a scene like this.

- I mean, what's an adult squirt?

I get a little anxiety while running.

I felt that I had contracted too much cheap to suddenly (let it) calm down, and I felt a chill.