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

Half an hour, the time went on very quickly, and the moon in the sky began to sink.

"Cook!"

The limit comes to one performer. Mirage's body was far from perfect, and he couldn't survive long battles. For a moment, Zenobia looks slightly lonely, but his sword does not stop and approaches the Mirage's torso that is about to collapse.

"Now!"

If anyone had seen this sight, everyone would have shouted the same as Zenobia. Zenobia's attack, which was supposed to encroach on Mirage's torso, cut the sky, and the sword, which he had been holding in his hand, was flying in the air.

"I must have said it first. I'm going to fight seriously. Well, I didn't think I could be cornered so far."

A scythe blade slightly strokes Zenobia's neck, and a bright red liquid drips from the white skin. Zenobia, who was defeated, raised his hands and surprised, and Mirage confirmed that and slowly lifted the scythe. Although Mirage did not intend to use the transfer magic of foul play, Zenobia's ability was far beyond imagination. It was a long battle in a state of antagonism, and the limit of the body came first, so I had to use transfer magic unavoidably. Zenobia, who has lived for only eighteen years, hunts down Farsa, who has been living for three hundred years, if not perfectly. That is rightly the result of Zenobia's efforts.

"... At that moment, my pride was convinced that I was winning. I wanted to pick up the winning star from Farsa before leaving the order."

"You finally called my name."

Falsa broke up and Zenobia smiled.

"It's ridiculous to do my best now, but I've always thought it would be my mistake ... I'm really a demonic."

"Actually, humans and demons are half and half."

"What? You can have a child between humans and demons!"

"Yes, but I don't know if it's true because I haven't seen or heard anything other than me, but my dad says my mother was a human woman ...ぷ

"Why do you laugh!"

Falsa spontaneously blows out into Zenobia's eyes with black and white eyes. Zenobia, who had kept the top of the Buddha in front of Falsa, suddenly changed her expression. He doesn't understand why he was laughing, leaning his neck and approaching Falsa, alternating between his left and right eyes.

"But it's a wonderfully different color. Do you usually hide it with a color lens under development?"

"That's right. You probably don't think I'm using something researched to impersonate the demons."

It is a lens that changes the color of the eyes made with ancient technology, but has not yet been reproduced except for the iris. Originally being studied to reproduce the red eyes, a symbol of the demons, Falsa accidentally began obtaining and using it during his journey. It was fortunate for Falsa to obtain items whose existence was not concealed in the Kingdom of Valois and other countries without being distributed to the general public. After all, the black eye was too conspicuous because the left eye was hidden by the eye patch until then. Also, for many humans, the demonic image is a demonic with golden horns. If it looked like a human like Falsa, he was not suspected of misleading his eyes.

"But now I have Luu."

"That's right. Ruu is seen by many people, so it's widely known that some demons have the same appearance as humans. Some people may be distrusted that things will not change. ''

Falsa has been serving the kingdom for five years, and the perception is around 19 to 24 years of age. At this point, it is still possible to deceive in terms of age, but in the next five or ten years, it seems obvious that there is no change in appearance. Just recently, it was pointed out by Duke of Pierre Pierre, and the witch has just begun to be misled by words of superstition, such as old age. However, it is not completely superstitious, and those who use magic on a daily basis tend to be young and long-lived, but they are still human, so old people come. It is impossible to say that ordinary humans have remained unchanged for ten or twenty years.

"It's a very enviable thing to be a woman."

"In the last few years, you've changed from a pretty girl to a nice woman, and I'm sure you'll get age-appropriate charms in the future, because not only youth is not the beauty of women. Yeah, I can't stay in this country long after the rupture has begun, and I'm going to take Lou back to demonic territory, today to say goodbye and fulfill my promise to you I called it. ''

"Wait a minute! I'm the only one who is aware of Falsa's identity and I haven't talked to anyone. And with the help of Mr. Shiru, Lou can do something. He knew the purpose of Princess Aurelia, and promised that she would still help me, but I would only do so if I married Shil and Duke of Pierre Pierre. So you don't have to leave Falsa right now! "

Zenobia's scream, which does not hide any upset, resounds on the hill of Martir. Looking at Zenobia's clinging eyes, Farsa was convinced that her expectations were correct while feeling distressed. Initially, Zenovia thought he had been married to Duke of Pierre because he wanted to return Lou to demonic territory. Of course, the fundamentals remain the same, but the assumption that Farsa was a demonic was missing.

"Don't sacrifice yourself for me. I've been tricking not just you, but many people. There's no need to protect such a man."

Zenobia may have noticed in exchanges with Lou that Falsa and Mirage are the same person. He must have arrived at one answer, thinking that the demons who took Luu impersonated Mirage, that Farsa was trying to return Lu to his parent by legitimate means, and that Farthah's actions would be. . He says he wants to live as a human, and at the same time, as a demonic. He was able to return to the demonic territory with Lu as he did now, and live as a demonic, or to pretend to be unknown and forsake Lu to live as a human. However, Falsa did not choose either, and sought a way for humans and demons to negotiate. The first step on that path was to engage Xenobia and Farsa and to coordinate with the Northern Nobles, including the Duke of Pierre, in the intercession of Marquis Cuteciphon, but suddenly collapsed. As a result, Zenobia could not talk to anyone about the identity of Falsa and chose to run alone. All this is for Farsah to stay in the Valois Kingdom as a human Farsah. Even if there is little time left, if Falsa wants to do so.

"That's different! I ... I've always liked Shiru since I was a child, but after all I thought I was a crush and gave up. Farsa ... To deceive it ... With that feeling ... that ... so ... I like something about Farsa ... then ...... "

"I don't need to marry someone I don't like for me. I don't have to sacrifice myself to protect my place."

Blocking Zenobia's words of desperate denial with a grin, Falsa embraced his body. Zenobia is wrapped in Farsa's chest, shaking his shoulders, without resistance.

"No, no, no, no! No matter if you're a human or a demonic, Fartha is ... if he's happy, why would you say that! Why ... Buh ... wow, over there ... "

Zenobia, who was sobbing while saying herself, was not a knight who stared at her longing eyes, but a girl. Falsa gently strokes Zenobia's head and back to ease the little child. Falsa was always filled with a sense of fulfillment that he couldn't even say, even though he was snorting in his heart. He was born with a human mother whose face was unknown and a father who was a demonic. And the girl who fit in his arm accepted the fact that he was a demonic. Continuing to hide the identity alone wears out the mind and eats away every time you realize that it is a half-hearted being, both as a demonic and as a human. However, Zenobia sought to be a friend of Farsa, trying to sacrifice himself. That's why Farsa feels joy and at the same time decides that it is necessary to keep Zenobia away.

"Zenobia, listen well. I'm going to reveal the identity of the Demon King Army after bringing Lou back. As you know, one of the four kings hates humans, It is also true that he was a court mage and acted as a rival to the Demon King's Army, so there is a high possibility that he will be punished there, and even if he manages to run the Demon King's Army, he may be Julia. A man who brought demons into the village of the city, not a very forgiving past, but in any case I'm going to be judged by Yulia, sorry for Aura, but my personal property, a magical tool of the ancient civilization era If you give up everything, I think it will do well after that. ''

"Stop it ... stop it ..."

"You're still young, you might have better people in the future, and even Duke of Pierre wasn't a bad guy because he was serious about you. Just judgments like sacrificing me for me I don't want to make my life go crazy. I'll choose my future life at your will. "

"... Does Falsa dislike me? Isn't she so attractive as a woman? Is she really kind to a woman? Is she acting as expected?"

"I don't have that kind of thing ... I didn't think so much, but the time I spent with you was really fun. But you and me have different life spans. And ..."

"... Russian"

"e?"

Falsa momentarily doubted his ear. He knew that it would take some time to convince Zenobia, but he couldn't seem to come out of a girl who was tearing and clinging. For example, a freezing voice, like a dead or evil spirits crawling from the bottom of hell.

"Oh, you're a mess, you're so annoying! I love Farsa! I love you! Farsa also hates me! I don't care about anything else!"

"No, I don't care-"

"--This quibble man! The demons? The humans? The sins of the past? You're forever ugly and ugly! You're still not determined to be punished by the Demon King's army, and whether Yulia will condemn Farsa I don't know! "

"No, think with common sense-"

"--A coward who is trying to make an easy path using common sense as an excuse! Okay, the act of easily choosing death is the only escape, the coward will do! I'll go with you in the demonic territory and apologize with you until you let me know whether you're a demon king or a hero, and if you can't, I'll take Farsa and run away. But anyway, they fled far away, so they had many children in their fleeing and created a country, a country where everyone could live happily, regardless of demons or humans. And at the end I'll die with a smile while being watched by Fartha, the child, my grandson and the great-grandson, okay, I'm serious. If I leave and go somewhere, I'll chase to the end of hell I'll do it! "

Zenobia's words permeate Falsa's heart, thinking that it's messy. Farsa thought that after all, misunderstandings, sexual desires, and instinct to survive as seeds were the root causes, such as romantic feelings, and that only rhetoric was listed there. However, the words uttered by the girl in front of her blew away such reasoning. At the same time, somehow, Falsa wonders if his mother, whom his silent and sober father loved, had this character. A ridiculous woman who says that humans, demons, or tribal walls are just that much. Did he feel the same as himself because he was that person? Various thoughts and feelings ran through his head, and Falsa sighed.

"Huh. You usually have a persistent personality."

"Huh, you said before? I'm a persistent woman even if I look like this."

After seeing Zenobia's special expression, Falsa recalls a moment ago, saying she remembers talking about that. And even older things. When I first met, he was a small child. Exposing hostility, stubborn, crybaby, shy. I'm hiding my favors, but not at all. The girl who was a child gradually grew up. He stayed strong as if he were on his shoulders, but still remains a crybaby and a stubborn.

"It's true, but the futuristic future you talk about may not be so bad."

"Wow, Farsa, that's it."

Zenobia looks up at Falsa's face with a mix of surprise and expectation. Farsa also stares at Zenobia's face and exhales. Not a sigh as usual, but a sigh of tension and determination.

"Zenovia, sworn to God and make you happy. So I want you to be with me until you die. I need you!"

"Yes, glad!"

Simultaneously, the shadows of Farsa and Zenobia overlap again. From now on, swear I will never leave. Farsa does not yet know what will be the real happiness. But Falsa thinks he will be happy at least to keep the warmth in his arms. A very vague feeling that cannot be described by reasoning or calculations. I couldn't express it in concrete words, but only the desire to be nearby was real.