Dual Life ~Hiru wa Yuusha Party, Yoru wa Maou Gun~

Flames burning on one side and smoke standing in. The beautiful golden fields turned black and turned into ashes over time, and the houses that lined up collapsed one after another. The trace where the village existed was about to disappear. No, the only thing left was the one girl who was crying up to the point. Despite her red-haired reminiscent of activity, her eyes were desperate and now she could only stare at the scene in front of her.

"Krüller! I haven't heard of this story! What did this mean, even though I helped me to help my brothers?"

The masked man suddenly appears and shouts at a man called Kruell. The mask's facial expression is half a crying face and another half a smile, but its hidden expression may be indignant.

"Kukukuku ... Ahahaha! What are you so angry about? ---- Kun. I'm helping future brethren who are harmed with this garbage! That's a pretty strange thing. ''

A handsome boy called Kruell-golden hair and red eyes, clean eyes, if there is no horn shining on his forehead, it seems like a prince of some country- Responds to the masked man with a unique and prolonged voice. On the left hand of Kruell, a man, who was thought to be a villager, was grasped. Just barely recognizable as a man from his body, his face was stained with blood and he could not be distinguished, and various scars were seen through the gaps in the torn clothes, whether terrible torture was performed on the whole body. Also around him, similarly golden horned ones were lining up with the girl.

"Don't be silly! What you're doing is slaughter! Do you think you can forgive this thing? And ... aren't you holding that child's father !? …… What ’s that …… ”

The masked man seemed more and more angry when he compared the man grabbed by Kruell with the red-haired girl. Perhaps the strength of grasping the sickle larger than the height of the hand is increasing, the whole arm is shaking, and blood is starting to drip from within the hand.

「―――― kun, you are a little too serious. Look at this girl's desperate expression. Indeed ... really wonderful! Excelent! I want to shave, I want to shave, I want to shave! That face! That flesh! That body! And I want to hear, I want to hear, I want to hear! Voice of despair! Scream!

Kruell throws away the man he had just grasped, grabs his shoulders and looks up into the heavens with a glad expression. The crazy colors are seeping out of his red eyes and drooling from his mouth.

"I'm ... I'm ... If this happens ... from the beginning ..."

The masked man cursed his actions. It is none other than himself who transferred Kruell and his men to this village. The red-haired girl wasn't afraid of himself in a dubious mask, but pulled with his little hand and guided him through the village. He guided the story well and told him about some unseen places, and set up magic markers there. The masked man, who knew nothing about humans, was acting without any doubt as to why he was in such a peaceful village because of all his brothers who were all trapped in this village.

"Now, let's get to the time of Maine Dish! Tonight's, menu, girl's woooooooo, live blood! Oh, oh, oh! Vibrant like wine, mellow It ’s irresistible, irresistible, irresistible! Congratulations!

Perhaps you started to imagine the terrible show that was going to take place, with your lower body swelling, and Kruel stepped closer to the girl.

"Ya, stop, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

Farsa jumps out of the bed and shouts out.

"Hah, huh, huh, damn! That dream at that time again ... I guess it was because I had that guy yesterday ..."

As he breathes, Farsa recalls yesterday. After finishing an audience with Lilith at Devil's Castle, he came across one of the four kings, Cruel, who was cruel on his way to his room. Farsa feels convinced that he didn't want to memorize so much, so he greeted him briefly and transferred both to Astart to the ghost castle, but it didn't seem to make any sense. An event that still swayed between demons and humans in this way, causing this life to continue. I had tried to escape again and again, but the scene at that time had burned into my eyelids, becoming a wedge and undermining Farsa's heart. No answer has yet been found for the Four Demon Kings and the Court Mage, the Demons and People, the Demon King and the Brave, and Farsa.

"Far brother! I heard a terrible voice, but are you okay? I heard a scream in the next room."

Julia knocked on the door and called out. He wasn't aware of it, but his voice seemed to reach three people in the next room. Farsa gets out of bed and slowly heads towards the door.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I had a strange dream. It was a dream that Julia would eat a whole cow and it was hard to stop."

When the door was opened, Julia, Palmina, and Zenobia were all worried, and Falsa smiled and joked.

"Nmmm! I'm worried about this, but don't have any terrible dreams! And I'm not so bitter!"

"What was that dream?

"Falsa was worried, and they both jumped up. I'm leaving the room soon after I stop ... don't look too far."

He returns his words, but if you look closely, you can see that all three are awake. Julia is in pretty blue pajamas and a nightcap, somehow holding a pillow. Zenobia is dressed in a black lace negligee with a bit of exposed skin, giving her a feminine feel, but at the same time elevating herself or making her feel somehow elegant. And the biggest problem that Farsa sees is Palmina. The shirt stuck tightly against the body emphasizes the plump twin hills, and the valley, which can be glimpsed from the open chest, is like an abyss, inhaling the gaze of every man. She is trying to hide her chest by grabbing the shawl with excuses, but her skin feels too glossy due to the skin that can be seen through thinly. Given the blessings of the rich earth and raised carefully for nineteen years, their two white peaches are so sacred and reminiscent of the forbidden fruit that appeared in mythological times, and the dreams of this world And hope was packed.

"Hey, hey, hey! I guess you don't look too much at Palmina's breasts! Even though I'm dressed in such a cute pajamas, Fal-san just watched over there! All the guys like boobs! Fal's boobs boobs! Pal older sister's boobs! "

Outraged, Julia throws her nightcap and pillow at Falsa and steps on Jita to start a protest. She behaves like a child, shaking her innocent hair.

"Well, that's why I don't like men because I hate them! That's why I'm interested in my chest even to Fartha .... At all, if you tell me if you want to see that much, you'll need to consider a little bit ..."

"Oh, very much, Farsa. Don't be horny?"

This was a terrible misunderstanding, Falsa sighed in his heart. It is true that he looked at Palmina's chest, but he simply reflexively pursued the hand of the palmer who moved the shawl, and it was not a bad feeling. Farsa, who just happened to gaze at the great hills, has no guilt, and he never knows, but Farsas doesn't know who he is facing, but he continues to argue in his heart. Farsa had determined from his experience that it was too late to say no matter what it was to say, and that he had to endure this until the fire cooled. Farsa's feelings have changed, and thanks to Julia, Falsa is able to return to her usual tone. The three of them couldn't notice the heart of Farsa, and until the innkeepers got angry-mainly Julia-they kept making noise.

That day, a drop of hope that could be scooped just before it spilled, Farsa's eyes staring at the hope, blinked very tenderly and sadly.