Heibon na Watashi wa Tonikaku Hibon

I wondered what a weak man he was.

When I first saw her, I wondered what a weak, fragile human woman had come to the wrong place.

But she was strong.

The power is not. That heart. The way it is.

Don't lick me, you bastard!!

I was drawn to her obsidian eyes, which contained a strong light.

Loved by the Spirit, she fished up to a monstrous former demon king and survived against our expectations in the deep forest where the monsters spread.

That's why I wanted to help you a little.

In this body made into a monster, not even the "reason" became the same as the monster, but many of the ingredients of the snacks she made for the monsters are okay for humans to eat. With that kind of stuff in mind, she sorted it out for herself.

Every time I say "thank you," I feel a little restless, and we bring her the ingredients again.

When the days of serenity went on, she went out with the fierce monsters who lived in the forest.

The moment I tried to attack the monster trying to help her blush my face, I ran into severe pain all over my body.

I understood with a sense of falling that it was the force of reason. Seeing her running toward the house in the closed field of view, they were angry that they could only pray for her to be safe.

The next thing I woke up was in the arm of former demon king Arphalt.

"Wake up. I was worried that Rio would not be seen since yesterday. Why the hell were you out of your mind in that place?

The voice that tried to answer Arphalt's question was as disappointing as ever with the crouched raven's voice, and he glanced at the other adjacent head.

I knew that it would not be easy to return to their original form, and when I came back, I thought to myself... that they were under the control of "that man".

If even the "reason" of being a monster matches the monster, what happens if we subordinate to her?

If she and we have a strong connection that connects the monster and can even twist the "reason", can't we cut off the one-sided chain (connection) from "that person"?

Besides, if you are subordinate, you can move for her.

You don't have to feel that itchy anymore.

Demons can understand the will of monsters to some extent. Especially since he was the Demon King, he was more capable, and he agreed more quickly than I thought it would be good to tell Gaga why he desperately lost consciousness and why he wanted Rio to be named.

"One weak man needs many trusted allies. Whether it's humans or demons or monsters, we need a lot of people who can reach out to them when they ask for help."

There are two people who admit that she is a master and can count on absolute trust. Those two, however, will soon leave her behind in the demon king's crusade.

Arafat said that there are as many people who can help her so that she doesn't die easily, leaving one in the forest where the monster is spreading.

Soon after that, she gave us her name and we were able to subordinate ourselves safely.

At the moment she was first called by her voice, I was delighted that the connection with "that person" had diminished in an instant, but I was disappointed that it would not go away completely and that it would not go so well.

Still, there was no more compulsory command or interference with words or actions, so compared to before, there was a difference between heaven and earth.

And today, the twins of the bloodsucking tribe, captured in the castle of the human prince, who asked for help to find her masters, cast a spell on me.

For the first time in a few years, they were able to return to their original form, and even to sever their connection completely.

Ah, now I can do what I think is best for her. You can interact with words.

Surrounded by the magical light of de-cursing, the dark clouds can stand in my heart trembling with joy.

Will she accept us as we are?

Will you call me by my name and show me your smile, as always?

Aren't you scared?

Isn't that creepy?

Wouldn't you call me a monster?

Poor children. Don't worry. I'll pity you as much as I can. "

Wouldn't you like to laugh at us, stare at us with pitiful eyes, and tighten your neck with your stretched hand, like that "he" said?

Oh, I don't know, I don't know.

I pray in my consciousness that the de-cursing recoil fades away.

Please, call my name.

Give us our names. With your voice. Because I will definitely respond.

Please....