Do You Think Someone Like You Can Defeat the Demon King?

A dark and stifling place is where I was born.

It feeds on people's malice and connects their lives in detail.

It sinks into the invisible swamp of light and never again - no, never (...) ever reaches a spot where the light shines.

Stay sinking.

Same as white bone.

Without moving, stare, quietly, rot, lie down.

Silent.

Colorless and transparent.

Tasteless, odorless.

Meaningless.

Nothingness lines up.

I didn't see what was ahead of me, but somehow, I guess this is in the tank, I thought.

In short, it's a spectacle, I am.

Just to be put in a container isolated from the present world, not even swimming, but filled with dirty water, watching him drown unnecessarily, entertaining the winner.

You must have been born and required to be a sacrifice for the show.

I never thought of that as unhappy.

Of course I've never felt happy.

Because such a concept did not exist in me.

I had already learned when I was willing to, that it was as futile as I expected it to be.

Most of all, I've never thought of that as wit.

For example, a boy died screaming, suffering, cursing the irrationality of the world.

I'm sure it looks right.

But on the other hand, one boy died happy, laughing, looking somewhere far away, not here.

He knew, but I think he looked wrong.

But right or wrong, that's trivial.

Because we, from the beginning - from birth, were wrong.

Otherwise, it's unlikely they'll sell it shortly after birth.

So life is not worth it, and how quickly and easily our end gets us out of this hell.

i.e. death.

My survival for fourteen years is not “fortunate” or anything like that.

Never, it shouldn't have been.

I can't get out of the tank.

The absolute wall is there.

... Then how could you have taken my hand?

Even now, it's no surprise.

And how could you keep holding my hand like that?

Instead of questioning your emotions - the reality that such a miracle struck a marsh-bottomed pebble like mine is still incredible.

◇ ◇ ◇

Even after the wedding, my work as queen is a pile.

You're good at paperwork, but your role in society is completely different from that.

The contact with the surrounding lords was galloping away Elia's strength and spirit.

"Oh, it's finally over. Wow!

Saying so in an annoying voice, she slams onto the bed with her dress on.

It was completely dark outside, just about the same time drunkards were making noise at Fram's house.

Slough looks at his wife like that with a bitter laugh.

"Ella, your squire is still watching."

"It's okay. Let me see. I am this kind of person, only good kids are good enough in front of the nobles."

Just because you become queen doesn't mean the roots of growing up in the West End disappear.

Even in marriage, Elia remained Elia.

Rather, Slough, who is ready to be king to his roots, is more unusual.

Is this also the business of royal blood?

(More dependable than before, and more manly? Besides, you don't look bad, so it's not like you're dissatisfied with Slough right now. That's unnecessarily annoying)

Blah, blah, blah. The current sloth is reasonably wild and in the middle of Eela's taste.

But I can't help but resent myself for being completely used to kings.

Eela nods her face to the bed with feelings she can't even speak to and tries to do.

Then I hear voices from across the door.

"Your Highness, it's Henriette. May I have your time?"

"General Henriette?

"Were you doing something?

"Uh... about that kid. Fine, come in."

When Eela gave permission, two soldiers waiting outside opened the door.

She seemed to sigh not at the height of the queen's position, just looking back and forth in the room.

Besides, you can't just make Henriette look sloppy in front of you.

Ella gets up quickly and Henriette kneels before her like that.

"You can relax, especially in front of me. You know I don't like being tough like that, right?

"Ha, there it is."

Your relationship with Slough has lasted two years.

In the meantime, I have faced Henriette, a general, many times.

She should also know that Ella is not comfortable with such a response.

Nevertheless, he is not so reckless as to be disrespectful to his queen opponent.

Henriette, with her face up, hands Ella a bunch of paperwork.

On its cover it was described as' Investigative Records on Milkit Apricot '.

"Thanks. And you were quick, because you said most of the material was burned, so I thought it would take longer."

"We've given you the full strength of the army to investigate."

Eela accidentally tried to say, 'You're free,' but she suppressed it a lot.

In fact, I haven't had any movement of terrorist organizations lately, and I don't see any monsters raging around, so I'm free.

Regardless, some parts are over-represented in front of the queen.

That seems to have been all Henriette's errands, and when she finished handing over the report, she left the room.

Slough brings his own face closer to Ella's face, glancing deliberately at the cover.

Face, it's close.

"Okay, we're a couple."

"... really, you're acting like someone else"

"You must be the one who said he preferred a rough man."

"No way, did that suit my taste?

"Do you think there's any other reason to change?

Yellah, who is said to have taken his balls well from his surroundings, but it is from Slough that he hath spoken.

It took me two years to start dating because until then she'd been poking Slough's oral complaints.

I don't hate anything, and I could have gone out with them, but I'm just a little too heavily prepared for that.

Because he's a king.

"The valve's starting to stand, and I miss you, sister."

"Thanks to you. By the way, did you really get that report?

"Well... I thought it was ridiculous, but it would be easy to convince you if you just said 'I investigated' the pose"

The story in the meantime - it is about the world myth (...) that a leading nobleman told the two on their wedding day.

Milkitt and Fram are in love is no longer like common sense in the kingdom.

Not a single woman says this to each other before the overwhelming heroism of Flam.

In other words, Milkit was also quite a celebrity as the one who has supported the hero who defeated Origin.

Both the past of slavery and the odd appearance of a bandaged face have now become essences that enlighten the story of two people delusional.

But - some people didn't really think about its origins.

This is what some aristocrats, who value above all the status of themselves and others, thought.

"Never let the filthy blood of a slave mix with the blood of a noble hero."

Plus this is what he said.

"As soon as Lord Fram wakes up, how about proceeding with the conversation with my child? If you're not really a woman, you can have a daughter. '

This is ridiculous.

Especially around the thought that authority and money alone can move those two minds.

If this word reaches Fram's ear, by a swing of her fist, that flesh will be blown away for each of his mansions.

Of course, I thought Ella might as well goo punch on the spot, but Slough slowly stopped me.

And I managed to mislead him on the spot - it wasn't even the wind telling the joke, perhaps he'd come up with the same suggestion again.

That too, accompanied by a more specific proposal.

"Of course I'm not going to show you what's inside, make an alibi."

"So will you give up?"

"If you don't give up, you're just gonna tickle Flam."

Eela's persuasion was also, in a way, to protect that nobleman himself.

I don't know the results until then.

Now for one thing, I turn to the contents of the report.

◇ ◇ ◇

- Milkit's parents, they were already in the other world.

Apparently, my mother was part of a sleigh group in the West End.

He said that his father was also a sloppy man in the West Side who was liquor, and only his mouth was a master, so he had fallen over all sorts of women.

Such a man, therefore, disappears as soon as the pregnancy is discovered, and a few months before the birth of Milkit, he has been robbed and murdered and executed.

My mother was also my mother, and after giving birth to Milkit, she sold her newborn to a slave trader specializing in (...) and she was buying hallucinogens with the money she got.

By the way, one year after that, she is poisoned to death by crude drugs that were then widespread in Wang Du.

The only reason these two records were kept was because they were both criminals.

If he were an ordinary person who let go of the crying mill kit, his origins would never have been revealed either.

Now, shortly after his birth, Milkit, who was at the disposal of a dark slave trader, was sold shortly afterwards to a certain nobleman.

Not many people want to buy a baby that won't even be a workforce.

Still, the merchant's business was formed because there were large (...) buyers.

The woman was stationed in the East End at the time.

She had lost her son, who had just turned three years old, and was sick of her heart, and one day she started buying babies out of the Dark Merchant.

That's not one person either, not five, not ten.

Says it's a spare (...).

And name every child himself, and raise him with his servant.

The name "Milkit” was given at that time.

Later the woman left the King's Capital because the place of business was revealed by the newspaper and interfered with her husband's business.

Incidentally, the child raised at the time was protected by the kingdom and deposited in an orphanage in the church - among them, there was no sign of Milkit.

That should be it, too.

The woman, when her son was three years old when he died, was selling the child she had raised to the slave trader again by saying, 'This is not my child'.

And with the money I sold, I buy a new baby again.

Slave traders sell children who are three years old and in need of another.

Except for the presence of irrationally flirting children, it was a win-win deal.

Milkit, three years old, has since turned the source of the various lords.

A man who learns to be sexually aroused by the way slaves are slackened.

A woman who relieves stress by being looked down on by a slave, the bottom line of society.

Church executives obsessed with breaking girls - seeking illegal slavery is all so perverse that the more you list it, the less Kiri.

Especially when it was bought by church executives, Milkit thought it would just as well 'die already'.

But lucky - or unlucky, the man's offense (...) was sniffed out by a reporter in Wang Du.

Fearing discovery, he let go of all his crying slaves and covered up his body.

And a few months later, the body of a ruptured uterus that was supposed to have been hidden was found and the crime was exposed… but for some reason a man from the ghetto was executed.

There was supposedly pressure from the church.

The man, by the way, has lost his life due to the tragedy caused by Origin in the King's capital.

Milkit back to the merchant again.

She was ten at that time.

This would mean that for more than three years, it had been bought by the next lord - Satyrs Francoise.

In fact, it also seemed to be the longest hanging out lord for Milkitt.

By this time, he looked neat, sometimes faceless and unresponsive, and Satyrus said he hated Milkit badly.

The mixing of Mustard poison in your diet is also from jealousy.

But after his face rotted, he was generous and adorable for a while.

"You look so ugly, poor thing"

'Dirty side. Hey, poor, poor thing. I wonder how it ended like that.'

Whitely and repeatedly, he laughed - but Satyrus was in a better mood at the price, and was given enough food and a bed to sleep in.

Even in the meantime, another slave was beaten with a whip, opened a calf with a knife, stomped repeatedly on his belly with a thin heel, and at the end of the day he was bleeding to death.

She was also the type of lord who kills slaves and wondered if Milkit would eventually do the same.

But in the end - she seemed to be treated as a kind of “object” and used as a tool to enhance the beauty of Satyrus, who calls herself a beauty.

Eventually she got tired of it too and Milkit was taken back by the merchant again...... no longer a buyer and put in the dungeon.

In a cold, dark place full of the smell of rotten meat, you will lose your life as you are.

Milkitt thought so, just kept waiting with an empty heart for the moment to come.

From there on ahead - you won't even have to dare to talk.

◇ ◇ ◇

"Ha..."

When she finished glancing through the material all the way through, Ella sighed heavily.

"I had predictions, but that kid's had a spectacular life, too. That's why I'm so upset with Flam."

For Milkitt after a while, Flam was probably the first decent person I ever met.

About that, it was soaked abundantly in the dark parts of the world.

If Flam hadn't been thrust down by Gene, he wouldn't have crawled up again.

"So you were a literal hero."

"And even for the cornered flam, Milkit's overly heavy affection supported me in a good way, he said. It's a relationship of miracle balance."

So the depth of the bond in the event of a disappointment is unusual.

No kidding, just suggesting the possibility of separating the two, the nobleman in the matter is going to disappear.

"When the brave guy got beat up, I thought it just sucked... but I'm convinced of that too. I'm not gonna compliment you, though."

"Ha, that's..."

Milkitt and Cyril later reconciled, and the battered side also laughed and said, 'Thanks to the beating, I was able to regain my sanity' - but as a king, Slough, it was a stomachache case just to remember.

For, after all, the brave man, the spiritual pillar of the people, was beaten by his companions, he was depressed and pulled.

I remember the aftermath of the battle with Origin, because the old wounds are hurting, but I remember when I was working on it for a reason that seemed like it, and I laugh bitterly.

"By the way, you said you let her make it for the alibi."

"Of course I'm not going to show you the contents. I don't know what it would be like to be a criminal's daughter if I found out."

"Oh, I like that. But it's a miracle that a poor girl like her was born from those two."

"Poor thing, nothing. You've never seen Milkit's face, have you?

"In the atmosphere."

"Well, I don't know what Fram's falling in love with..."

"You've never even seen Ella?

"Instead of me, hasn't anyone seen anything but Flam?

Actually, I've only seen Eterna once, but still only once.

Milkit was fourteen at the time, not like he is now.

Her mysterious face is often featured in newspapers published in Concilia, so much so that some female reporters tried to peek into the bathroom and reveal it.

Well, I was immediately found and taken by soldiers waiting near the house.

"I'd like to see it for once."

"Even if you get a chance to see it, I suggest you don't."

"Ella, you think I'm gonna fall in love with her?

"No, silly."

Ella's index finger smashed Slough's forehead.

"Maybe Milkit is obsessed with the part where he only knows his face flam. I wonder if this kind of desire to be dominated."

You want to be monopolized?

"That sort of thing. So leave him alone."

Somehow Ella, who has been with Flam for a long time, frequently cared about Milkit while she was away.

You know, take care of it in the root part, or the sister temperament - I guess that's the part where Slough was attracted.

◇ ◇ ◇

A chaotic night dawns.

Waking from a sweet dream awaits an empty reality.

... Until now, it has always been.

For four years, in the beginning, it was hard, and every morning came, it was something that wept.

Soon, though, I got used to waking up without that color.

But - now, there's your husband.

Close your eyes happily, as soon as you can hear your sleep, the figure of your beloved.

"Your husband..."

Wouldn't it disappear if I touched it?

Out of that fear I reached for those cheeks.

A warm, soft, but elastic feel.

Oh, I'm really here - I think so, my eyes are moisturized with nature.

The reunion should have been done for a long time, but when we come together in the morning like this, it's something that has another different emotion.

"Good morning, sir"

When I said that, your husband's mouth fluttered loose.

I don't think I'm awake yet, but maybe I'm hearing it all the way into my dreams.

Oh...... and what a cute sleeping face.

I'm always riddled, gentle and dependable, and my breasts get gooey just watching, but now I have another charm.

Gap, is that what you mean?

Your husband mixes the cool part with the cute part, enough to like either one too much, but there's both, and every time I see it, I like it more and more, and I like it.

Or because your husband is your husband, he likes it, without being cute or cool or anything to do with it.

That and anyway, I have a nice sleeping face.

Four years ago - no heart or its expression also looks more secure than when I was suffering in battle.

All this time, I've been in a situation where I don't know when my life will be targeted, I'm sure I didn't feel safe sleeping.

But I'm defenseless now, and I'm not even dusty enough to be alert, which is why... I think it's cuter.

Your husband often looks at my face and says it's beautiful or cute, but not at all.

Best in the world.

My husband is the best in the world.

It's too ideal, so much so that my husband suspects that the reality next to me is too convenient and a crop.

My ideal without a shadow.

No, the very concept of the ideal that is in me in the first place was created for your husband.

It didn't exist until we met, so isn't it natural that everything about your husband is ideal?

Oh... no, I'm just teasing you to watch, and your body is getting hot.

My heart is bugging me, my instincts are complaining that I want to touch more.

I couldn't stand it, I tangled my legs.

Feel the slightly cold feel of your skin and your heart will bounce even further.

Still not likely to wake up, so I dared to try to touch each other, even around my knees.

"Hmmm......"

Your husband's throat, it rings.

I'm shook and surprised - but I haven't woken you up yet.

Peace of mind.

I really want to get tangled up to my thighs, and more importantly, I want to hug the giraffe, but that's just gonna wake you up, isn't it?

... or how did I sleep yesterday?

Speaking of which, I only remember where I ate the food at the party.

Sure, I was supposed to drink... and from there, I had a plump interruption of memory.

I couldn't have changed, but I was in my bedroom at some point.

I don't even remember cleaning up the party venue, and what the hell happened?

Hmmm... I hope I'm not bothering your husband.

The truth is, last night, I had a lot to do.

First, have my bandage removed, and for the first time in four years, expose me to your husband.

I never showed it to anyone, even while your husband was gone.

Because all my skin belongs to your husband.

You can see it, you can touch it, it's all.

Your husband says, 'It's such a waste of beauty,' but that's not true.

I am your husband's property.

If you're going to tell me that you're beautiful, it's not going to have to be just you.

Truth be told, it's probably for me too.

'Cause isn't that exciting?

His face, his body, everything - he said that the existence of himself was only for those he liked.

Even if you're away, it's just that, you know, there's a feeling that you're in control, that you're owned.

So I'm not going to show my face to anyone but your husband for the rest of my life.

... Oh, if you get sick or something, except that.

But not as much as I can.

"Milkit..."

When your husband said that in a sweet voice, he moved and approached my chest.

Feel the temperature straight away, and it's even more exciting, Bakubaku.

Does calling my name mean you have me in your dreams too?

Are you getting into that deep part of your mind?

I was empty all the way until I met your husband.

But now, it's filled with love.

Everything was given to you.

I move with the emotions I get from your husband, a being who lives just for that.

Some people are close, but the presence directed at others is also what was given to your husband.

Your husband, on the other hand, besides me, has a number of important things.

It was your parents, your friends in your hometown, your companions and friends, including Eterna, Cyril and Ink - thoughts and emotions directed at you by a lot of people, and previous months, that created your husband.

So you can't dye all of that with me.

I don't think that's "lonely."

Because that's the kind of husband that pulled me up to a place where the light shines.

But it's an inevitable emotion in my mind that makes me want to make the biggest possible range mine as a person in love.

An unknown appetite for exclusivity.

selfishness that comes from the sweetness that I'm sure you would forgive.

I cannot resist this desire.

So if I could find my presence in you at all, I'd be delighted like an idiot.

"Ugh... Milkit... Where..."

"Hehe, that's my line, sir"

I've been waiting for you to come home.

But I'm sure your husband had spiciness that I don't know about.

I gently held my hand under the futon and tangled my fingers.

"I'm here."

With that said, Mr. Panchi's eyes opened.

……

……

stare at my face.

Keep it up, we'll stare away.

Your sleeping husband is cute, too, but it's still best when you're awake.

I'm going to be able to watch this for hours.

But if it's because of you, I want to hear your voice, I want to exchange words, I want to go through your mind.

"Good morning, sir"

"Nhehe. Hello, Milkit."

Your husband laughs heck at it.

Me being caught and smiling.

Even though it's just a morning greeting, happiness I've never felt in the last four years fills my chest.

Apparently, that was the same for your husband, and when he grinned further weakly, he nodded his face straight to my chest.

"What's the matter, sir?"

"When I slept and woke up, Milkit was in front of me and I was too happy to bear it"

I'm with you on that.

Even now, I feel your husband's feelings in my chest and am very full.

"Shit... I'm going to sleep like this twice..."

"Fine, I'll be here the whole time"

"Ugh, I want to be sweet... but I have something to do, and I'm gonna wake up"

"Things to do?

"I haven't seen Milkit's face yet. I really wanted to do it yesterday... because that's what happened"

Your husband had a bitter laugh.

What the hell happened to that?

"Actually, I don't remember what happened last night. How could I have slept here?

"Mmm... except for me and Mr. Eterna, who got totally drunk and eventually carried everyone upstairs to bed"

I'm very concerned about the process.

But to see the look on this husband's face, and dare to fly around, I guess you shouldn't ask.

I decide to forget, too.

I feel like I should do that.

"Well, as forgetting about yesterday! Quickly remove the bandage and show me Milkit's face? Right?"

Your husband seems to want to see my face.

Even for me, I looked forward to the day when I would expose my face in front of your husband, so I just want it.

First we get out of the futon, then again we sit on our knees on the bed, and we face each other.

And your husband's hand went around the back of my neck, trying to untie me.

"Ah."

I raised my voice.

"Hmm? What's wrong?

With your husband's face nearby, I remembered it on the pretend.

Speaking of which, I haven't done anything important yet, he said.

"Um... aren't you going to kiss me good morning?

If you try, you'll be ashamed of yourself for what you did, and you'll be screwed.

I should have kissed you many times.

"Should I take the bandage?

"After you take it, it will be another kiss."

"It's another kiss..."

There's a subtle difference.

Besides, wouldn't you be able to do it at least twice if you kissed me right now?

Great value, you should definitely keep this.

Then I will.

"Yes."

I accidentally overflowed my voice with joy.

I can't help it, because I'm actually happy!

Your husband's face approached me, his neck tilted, his angle adjusted, and his fluffy - sweet, tickling feel touched my lips.

"Oh, my God, Milkit"

And you smile refreshingly and say so.

There's no way you can wake up and look like that and not be tempted.

I was close to your husband again when I realized my head was pounding.

'Cause I'm really aggressive.'

Your husband says that somewhere happy and accepts a kiss from me.

Now push your lips a little harder, longer in time, and make sure you feel plenty of each other.

When we let go of our faces, our eyes were pale with each other.

If you do any more, you're going to be derailed, so that's it for the wake-up kiss.

This time your husband will reach for the knot and remove the bandage.

I've been changing it myself lately, so it's been a long time since people have changed it.

As my skin touches the outside air, so that I can take off my clothes, my heart will also roar.

Occasionally, when your husband's hand hit my face, I accidentally shook my body tingly.

I just show my face.

"Ah, haha..."

When you saw my face, your husband laughed.

For a moment, anxiety passes behind my brain.

You saw my face after four years, and you said you were disappointed.

"It's bad to be such a beauty, Milkit"

But that was worrying.

Think about it, there's no way your husband would say that to me.

But - I know you're serious, not flattering me.

Good.

I'm not interested in what anyone else tells me.

If only your husband liked it, so be it.

"Do you mind?

"Naturally! You're prettier than anyone I've ever seen. I can't get my heart to shut up just looking at it."

So your husband took my hand and put it on his chest.

Sure, it's beating hard to get out of the way.

But as far as I'm concerned, I feel the soft feeling of your husband's chest in the palm of my hand, which distracts me.

"You know what? I'm happy that the prettiest girl in the world is my lover, this"

"I understand, you're with me. Because my loveliest husband in the world is always thrilled to be my lover."

"It's compassion. Hey, us."

"Right."

I stared, and I laughed.

As much as I'm a little worried, we, I think.

"If you like me so much, you'll never leave me."

"Right."

"Start with me, I'll stick around all day today, okay?"

"If only your husband would, I'd like to do the same"

About today, I think you'll all forgive me.

So let's do that.

Don't leave for a moment, all the time, make your day feel plush!

"If that's the case, let's start with..."

Your husband will keep your face close for a long time.

"It's not like a good morning's kiss, you have to."

I gently put my hands around your husband's hips, too.

"What kind of kiss is this?"

Isn't that a "I love you” kiss?

That's tough.

If you tried to express that emotion with a kiss, you wouldn't have a kiri.

It's deep, long, drowning - that's what I'm trying to kiss.

"Mill kit......"

"Your husband..."

The lips I could lean on were half-opened, and I could see a glossy tongue, stuffed with saliva across it.

Imagine it intertwining with mine, your body reacts so much that you drink saliva, light it up.

And when I had to actually overlap my lips - many times more than I imagined, my senses were intense.

It's like the desire I put in for four years explodes, my eyes tinkle, and my head turns white.

I'm just kissing you, but let me glance at your back as much as overlapping your body.

Soon I was laid by your husband.

Required.

Desire is pressing.

I was feeling a further upsurge that beastly emotions that didn't seem to hit me.

Oh, your husband was expecting you, too, he said.

The joy of getting clear proof of resonance.

After a while, if you notice, I'm pushing your husband down.

Your husband even shows and accepts a laugh as he straps his forehead to his sweaty forehead for the desire I push in.

Oh, my God, it's crazy, it's lovely.

We sought constantly, exchanged heat, and exchanged emotions.

Emotions that keep swelling without knowing to stay.

The line of repelling shallowness, greed as “unclean” is just past.

Every time we overlap, that line goes further away - we even throw away shame.

Even the beast.

I don't mind if you don't mind.

No, rather, even that defilement felt loving now.

◇ ◇ ◇

No, Eterna sipped the tea.

It looks like a calm morning sight at first glance, but there is a giddy noise from the ceiling.

Clear my ears, I even heard someone's sweet voice.

Eterna - not particularly disturbed - was shown the vivid side of the two lovers she had been watching with a smile.

Because it wasn't hard to imagine what would happen any day.

So as always, with emotionally scarce faces, I even keep drinking tea.

But the gaze stares into the void.

Apparently, you're thinking of something.

"… maybe we should think about reformatting"

Yes, blurry and crushed.

In order to leave a place for Fram to return, this house has been kept from being renovated as far as possible.

However, even if it is not completely refurbished, it is likely to require at least sound protection equipment.

Eterna blurred as she heard the noise and moistened her mouth with bitter tea.