Goddess, Help Me!

"... that's... because...!?

- Apparently, he's willing to use me as an ingredient for provocation.

He is exposed to clear anger from the front. Scary! The brave sister is getting serious!

But I can't help it... because if I'm right about this guy, Medismurt will be your husband's enemy. If you arrive between the thrones and burn your fighting spirit that it's a battle, they're flirting with a woman (me). Everyone gets angry when they deal with me like this.

The other intruder was piercing silence behind the diagonal of the brave.

I'm not even moving.

Looks like only one of us stopped near the entrance to the hall. I have no idea what you're thinking.... creepy.

"Don't play and fight, horny demon king! Honest, I will avenge you!

"Hmm? What's up, I'm thirsty"

Rioner, who completely ignores the brave, offers his tea respectfully. The crushed attitude of the previous one is to dive in the ringing and disguise obedient subordination.

The Medismult received enjoyed the fragrance with its graceful work and tipped the tea vessel elegantly.

"Ugh......!?

"- Delicious?

... Give me a serious break about mouthing drinks in a hugging position...

I don't know what it tastes like!

I got my wet lips wiped with my fingertips. The beauty of peeking into me drips the colour and smiles trollly. I managed to pour the liquid poured into my mouth into the back of my throat, savoring the unspeakable feeling.

Is this an act? It just seems like he's playing for real to me.

I hold my pet princess on my lap on the Demon King's throne and give her things from my hand - I can't say enough that I don't have an image that would normally be done by the "Succubus Demon King," so I might not be wrong as a performance.

But!

As a party, I'm fuzzy!

If I don't remember being Mae's concubine, I don't remember being so flirtatious!

Yeah, already, what am I supposed to do? I'm tired. I'm already tired even though I didn't do anything. Hetty hetty.

I don't have half the intimidation from the brave. Medismult is in a good mood and willing to continue the prank. Rioner is absolutely amused.

"... All right, all right... be ready, I'll make you a rust of swords!

The brave man barked as he instantly opened his gaze.

Put your swords in your hands and kick the floor - fast!

Shh! Bye, Dan!

"Huh! You're cowardly!

"Did you think I was going to take care of my naughty counterpart? You crazy bastard."

"My lord...!

A third party suddenly broke in between the throne and the brave man, and the brave man stepped on and shouted. The bitter voice that sounds critical and teething disappears, but lightly embellished by Medismult.

The identity was a plant similar to the chandelier that is now sticking to the ceiling and illuminating the hall...... They can move at their will.

Medismult speaks to a mysterious plant that falls on the floor and hangs with Uneune.

- Go.

The battle began to hang up that one word.

The sword of the brave cuts and discards the thick crawl that stretches simultaneously from multiple directions. Still, the plant momentum doesn't stop.

If you look closely, the spreads seem to be inert and able to move even when cut off. We're crawling on the floor.

Wow, honestly, it's gross.

Plants from the demonic realm are eggs.

The cut part was entangled with another crawl stretching out of the body. Oh, that's co-eating...... no, let's call it absorption regeneration.

I see a new spread stretching from the cutting surface and my mouth is cramped. I don't have a kiri with this.

It's going to be a battle between the endurance of the brave and the regeneration of the former chandelier.

Look down at the attack, one and all, harrowing from the throne a few steps high.

Emotionally, I want to support the brave. But from a standpoint, I'm on the side of a mysterious plant.

Medismurt, who put me on his knees, seems willing to continue watching the game. He is gracefully brought to the throne with a single elbow as he tangles my hair at his fingertips.

"Mae......"

Though I spoke up, the next word didn't come out.

My heart flatters at the vivid taking of life.

Because - I'm scared.

Is life in this world so light? We're all alive. Why are you throwing your life out? Fighting for your life?

Doubt, haste and anxiety mix to block the chest.

… Even if you temporarily stop the battle in front of you, the brave will surely be after Medicine Mult. I definitely want to stop that. But it was also hard to keep watching the brave get hurt a little bit in front of me.

In this place, I can grieve the raw temperature of my previous dreams.

Medismurt said it many times. "Me and this world are alive," he said. If he's alive, even people who are hostile to them are alive. It's just that I wasn't looking straight at it.

"... you don't have to look at it."

His vision was blocked with a covert voice.

Shake your head small and gently exclude the hands of the young man covering both eyes.

I felt like I shouldn't turn away.

It was Medismult and Lioner who set this battle up, not me. But I'm also an accomplice when I act with them.

I couldn't pretend I didn't know just one person.

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- The battle I expected to be a protracted battle abruptly came down the curtain.

Shall I call it a number of violence? No matter how many brave men had instantaneous power, it seemed impossible to wield countless hands of attack with a single sword.

One leg is taken and there is also a spreading on his arm where he is out of balance. The height of the plant's intelligence was asked around cleverly avoiding the blade that swung at him.

"Ha, get off me! Holy shit!"

Hang the violent brave men upside down and the plants dance nasty. Do you even dance in joyful dances?

The brave man's helmet came off and fell to the floor.

Inorganic collision sounds sadly in the hall.

There was no sign of any loosening of the containment at all, even though shaking and rambling his long hair.

"What are you standing on!? Help me, Sani! You still have your spell power, don't you?

"I'm not bored. Fuka, shut your mouth for a second."

Rioner, standing beside the throne in his hand with a cup for himself, orders it with an extended voice.

The spreading moved in response to the boy's words. Looks like 'Fuka' is the name of this plant. You don't look cute enough to put it on...... rather gross and creepy.

I didn't mind that much when I looked up from the bottom to move a little bit in the ceiling... but the way I stretched the thick crawl in all directions after I got down to the floor is quite impactful.

"Mugg...... mugg, ooh, ooh!

"I knew it was annoying. If it rings, I wish it sounded better. Hey, you want me to feed you already?

"Not yet. - Are you just a spectator?

Happy with the bass.

Yes, I was just pointing my consciousness at the battle between Fuka and the Braves, but the Braves were a pair.

of a brave man tangled with limbs by a plant, pay renewed attention beyond it.

The other one who sent me to the hall with the brave man... the man in the coat, called 'Sani' by the brave man, had barely moved since before the battle.

Sani finally opens her mouth when Medismult calls her.

"I have no will to fight. I followed the brave man because I wanted to ask you something."

Calmed down - rather than discouraged, the lost voice color belonged to the woman.

Flush the hood back.

It was the young daughter's face that showed up.

Beautiful work. But there is no expression at all.

Position standing like a stick without standing. There is a cuddly force in my hand holding the wand. Everything was flat, and that's why I had an eye for trivial movements.

There is no change in the look on your face when you take a glance from me, Medismult, or Lioner. Is your liver sitting enough to bounce back the pressure at your leisure, or are you not feeling the pressure itself?

The young daughter quietly connected the words.

"Succubus Demon King, return my childhood tame. You know that. Where is the brave man of the Dragon Knife?

"Dragon Knife Brave"?

I heard it somewhere...

... Ah.

Oh - Huh!?

It's Osroth.

His two valiant names were definitely such names now that he became the semidemon of Medismurt. I remember Medismult calling him that when we first met. Kailiuto is the name of that giant sword that I always carry on my back.

I looked at my daughter in a serious jacket.

Is this woman's person, Osroth's childhood tame?

... That means this guy... said he left it in the village from which he came, Yanderestoker childhood tame in Ozroth!?

"Mae."

"Yes."

A young man gives a small endorsement to whining.

Medismult seems to have the same content in mind.

"I know my technique has been interrupted in this land. He must have come this far, huh? And I solved my technique by some means.

... if the fire of his life goes out, that technique will stand out too. But there are still shards of the technique left in the land. So he is still alive. - Where did you hide it? My Ozroth. "