Goddess, Help Me!

- Heh, and perception surfaced.

Repeat blinking. I looked at the ceiling for a while where the constant night lights just lit the potpounds, and explored the pillows in the main.

Displayed on the LCD screen held in the palm is a time such as before dawn rather than late at night.

I dream over there at some point in time from sleeping to waking up, all followed by shaking my emotions, then going back to deep sleep.

I read somewhere that dreams are seen when you are in shallow sleep. They have theories about deep psychology surfacing, and the brain organizing events during the day, but I don't know the details.

No matter how rampant you are in your dreams, what you do is dream. The actual body should be resting properly. Yet I feel somewhat tired because… the content is too intense?

Head to the bathroom. I took a shower and rubbed all over my body with a foamed sponge.

I didn't feel wet or sticky, but I still feel like I still have a foreign body crawling around my skin. I wanted to wash away my unpleasant memories with the foam.

Get dressed and go back to bed. Pull the curtain gently and the sky is still blue. I fell asleep a lot and exhaled a big sigh.

As soon as I drew his figure in the back of my brain, I close my eyelids pretending not to notice the beat that only slightly increased my speed.

A little more till dawn.

I'm going to work this morning. I need to rest my body a little while I can sleep.

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"... that..."

Apparently, he slept fine as he was.

I was in the big hall of examples again when I noticed.

Rarely, there is no welcome for the sliding dungeon. The empty throne was seated when I looked at the stairs as I lay asleep. On the other hand, I'm horrified by Medismult's absence, I also feel somewhere missing.... No, no, no, you're poisoned. Getting used to being grounded or something. I'm scared of that.

It was painfully quiet. Maybe that's what I feel unnecessarily because I'm left with a potpound in the center of a large space. The sound of clothes rubbing sounds strangely loud.

I turned around and quietly gazed at my pillow.

It emits a heterogeneous presence in soft light, it.

I can feel the continuity of my dreams even here.

No matter what I thought of the little citizen, the incompatible jewellery glistened dull on the sheet.

Gently stretch your fingers. Cold. Metal's distinctive calming inorganicity seems to suck on sleeping, warm skin.

A delicacy as I dreamed earlier.

I looked at the beautiful bangle for a while to my hand.

A red ball reminiscent of Medismurt's eyes, embedded in a golden ring of elaborate design. It's so sparkling indoors, too, I guess it glows in a dazzling position when it hits the sun's light.

I wonder how much it will be, how I think about it and laugh alone. It's too inappropriate for a small citizen to put on an appraisal, they're going to suspect it's stolen first.

Even if you know the value poorly, you'll have trouble dealing with it later.

I am not willing to sell it or have the courage to keep it on hand. 'Cause if they found out there were expensive jewels in a single woman's home, wouldn't they likely get caught up in the crime? Average level of security in Cedar's apartment, good or bad. If I didn't have a safe, I wouldn't have a personal contract with a crime prevention company.

... I thought that far and laughed bitterly again.

Another mix of dreams and reality. There is a lot of barren trouble with how to store non-existent bracelets.

I gently put the bangle in my wrist. Surround your body by wrapping it in your other hand so as to protect it from an unattended external enemy. There is no initial coolness in the tame metal of twitching and body temperature.

I wonder if Mae will appear in this dream.

When will I see you next? Tonight night? Or tomorrow? The day after tomorrow?

I knew I wouldn't get it. Let's give it back. Such luxurious accessories can butt in your dreams.

It's pitifully beautiful to paint on the back of your brain, a strangely attractive young man.

... Yeah, I got an errand to run... I just want to see you soon because I want to let go of this gem soon.

"Mae......"

"Wake up."

"Huh!?

I got a reply to the whine.

It's not the beautiful bass I'm used to hearing the first sound I get in my ear.

I jump up in surprise. I saw eye to eye with the man leaning against the main door. He unwraps his arm, which was put together by a man with a raised corner of his mouth, and slowly walks over.

A big, successful body. A grin laid on his stern face. A giant sword carried on a wide back and a light footing that doesn't make you feel its weight.

"... you are"

"It's Ozroth. (d) It's been a long time, remember?

It seems that time goes about ten times differently here and there. I interrupt consciousness from this place, wake up in bed, take a shower, and sleep again for a few hours (?) In the meantime, two days seem to have passed in the demonic world.

Stretch out the wrinkles of the dress while accepting the inquiry and fix the top hanging.

"What about him?

"The Succubus Demon King... is going to the water bath. I'm leaving a message."

"Yes."

"Yes, I ate the guy he usually packs between the absent thrones yesterday. He said it was a punishment for stopping him from standing up."

... even if they say so sassy.

I don't know what kind of gavel to hit.

"Eat" isn't a mogmog, is it? You mean "don't stand on your feet", right?... Let's just say we didn't ask. Yeah, let's do that.

I'll laugh vaguely for now. He looked somewhat at at the big man walking on his back through the big door he had repaired, and his eyebrow roots stopped.

"... you... really brave then?

The atmosphere is different.

It has the same body. Probably the same face. I also recognize a giant sword peeking over my shoulder. But I wonder what it is, the clothes and protective equipment I wear are different, and I felt uncomfortable not wiping them off.

Presenting a sense of vigilance will not stop Osroth's footsteps.

What should I do? Should we get out of bed and run? But where do you think you're going?

The only entrance and exit-like door is on the other side of him, and behind me there are only a few stairs and a throne.

I wonder if I can do my best to sneak a gap. No, I can't, I'm good at swimming, but I don't like short walks. I'm sure they'll catch you soon.

Back off the bed with Jirijiri. A man who came to my side raised his eyebrows with a leopard and clapped his shoulders. The body looking up is too successful to be half intimidated by being made communal moves.

"Don't be alarmed. The atmosphere is different because you've become a half demon."

"Half Devil?

"After that, I became a family member of the Succubus. So I'm not human anymore. Half a demon by the name of Ozroth."

Say it and reveal your ears.

"Look, you're pointy"

"... what half-demon? What's a relative? Is it something different from the Demons?

……

……

"... lady, are you serious"

"... okay, I'll tell you. I'm free anyway."

- Demons. Families. Half demons.

They're all the names of the people who live in the demonic world.

If you are a demon from birth, you are collectively called the "Demon Nation", even if there are differences in race. It seems the same as when people of different races are called "humans" in a lump sum.

"Families" refers to the entire organism that has been acquired by demons by the power of pure demonic tribes. "Succubus family" if you depend on the power of the Succubus. "Shadow family" if you depend on the power of the Shadow Demon.

"Half Demon" is a kind of family member. Those who are particularly powerful in the Demonic Nation are the limited species created by applying special treatment to their opponents.

If the subject does not have physical or spiritual qualities, he or she is often revered as the superior species of his or her family, since the practitioner does not awaken as a semidemon (becoming only a family member) even if he or she perfectly follows the procedure.

Other people, including humans, are the subject of family members and semidemons. They say that every example exists where the giants become half demons who have been corrupted by the bloodsucking tribes and have gained the characteristics of both tribes.

"- When you become a half demon, you have the advantage of being able to maintain the same strength, arm and intelligence as you did when you were a human. It's not immortal, but it's slower to age than humans. There is also the ability to rise. It's good to be only a family member, maintain the status quo, and most abilities are diminished.

On the contrary, the drawbacks - and no matter how you scratch the Lord who created the half demon, you can't defy them. Absolutely obedient. If the Lord dies because my life is connected, I'll be forced on the road too.

Instead of following me as a half demon, I maintain my physical abilities as a human being. So I could swing this on my back just like I did in the Brave Age, and then I got more magic. Strong night, huh?

It was a bit of a serious bareback, but I ended up being tightened up with a lower story, and I lost a little strength from my shoulder.

Tension diminishes more than at first. If the current explanation is correct, he can't go against Medismurt. Then maybe you can rest assured...

I look up to Ozroth unaware of my own heart, which is beginning to unconsciously trust the Succubus Demon King.

"What's a special procedure?

The man's smile stiffened in an instant.

The gaze drops gradually. At the end of the day, he covers his crooked face with one hand like he chewed up a bitter bug, squeezing out his crawling voice.

"................................................ I hate to say it"

It seemed like a rather unpleasant event.

I didn't really want to know just because I asked. I also feel compelled to ask, so I abandoned the inquiry.

I don't want to take any more blows to my heart. He said he wouldn't be able to keep his mental strength if he heard all about it.

"Decide not to ask. Um, congratulations on your human graduation?

"Ouch. The lady refused the curse, so I could have continued with the brave one. I still find it fascinating to be able to be unmatched on the bedside... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah."

They hung the women's play and bravery on the balance and let go of the latter lightly.

Is there only lust in this man's head? Maybe, no. Absolutely, the kind of person who thinks about everything in his lower body.

Once there, increase the level of loose alertness.

Even I am a woman at first. She's a mediocre woman with ten looks and contents, but in case she moves her forefinger, I'm in trouble.

You guessed how this one was, and Ozros raised an eyebrow.

"Here's my situation. Now, lady, let's take a defensive turn for questioning."

Eyes line up with Ozroth, who broke his torso with his hands on his hips. A fierce face full of wild flavors with a challenging grin loomed in front of me.

"Who's the lady?