Helper teacher of magic girls' school

Moral's voice echoes from behind Citri, who fell because of the tremendous shock he received on his head and lay low on the ground.

"Ugh, I'll make a correction."

Hearing Moral's inclusive laugh, Citrie bites and regrets.

"Gugu, you little girl, you, with your tremendous feet... my head!... you kicked my ass!

"Ugh, I said dirty dreamer, but correction. I would call them pathetic dreamers... I fought for force majeure but those kids... because they are so pathetic"

"You!

"If everyone hears of a dreamer, they are afraid and abhorrent... but the original dreamer is not like that succubus... because he is a dreamer... because he is a noble demon who dreams"

"Ahhh!

Whatever Moral tells you, Citrie barks in anger and desperately tries to get up.

But no matter how much force I put into it, my body didn't move as heavily as lead at all.

"Dreams are hopes for the future that people have... the power that drives the will to live"

Moral says to sing,

"Or the precious memories that people need when looking back at their living past… so dreams are wonderful things, dreamers who lead those dreams are lovely demons who can live a meaningful way if they are true"

"Shut up! I'm kidding, I'm gonna kill you!

Even if Citrie intimidates, Moral's words continue.

"I disparaged that dreamer to be a dirty succubus, a man like you who disgusted the instincts of a subordinate man"

"Little girl! I know you're telling me not to, but bullshit! You're a dreamer too."

You're a dreamer too...

I heard what Citrine said, the moral mouth angle soars.

"Stupid, you... you're a dreamer, you know that."

"Kuh."

"I was born a human being... a dreamer.... I was shocked."

"is ahhh"

"But I... live in a completely different way than your subordinate. That's because the people I've met have taught me how to love, love, and be merciful..."

"Come on! Don't make me sleep, you little girl!

Citrie tried to get up.

Something, after a physical shock, I can see that magic is depriving me of my physical freedom.

I wasn't convinced.

The Great Devil, the Duke of the Underworld himself, is a good thing for such a dreamer's little girl.

Citrie rapidly boosts her magic.

to regain physical freedom.

But the magic that came in is rapidly lost.

Definitely.

Your magic is absorbed.

Pattin!

Someone rang their fingers.

The force that was holding your body back rapidly loosens.

When I tried it gently, I could move the wings on my back as well.

On the back of the citrie is a giant griffon wing.

If you pluck it, you can make it blow a mighty wind.

Behind you, dreamer —— blow up the little girl named Moral and reverse the situation.

And turn around and attack relentlessly, killing.

The judging Citrie executed an immediate counter-attack.

A storm broke out of the wings and Moral blew it off as calculated.

and what the smiling citrie looked back at......

Two humans standing beside Fernan seated in a chair.

Long skinny brunette man, beautiful little silver platinum girl.

It was Luu and Moral.

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I call it dirt, and there's someone in front of me who scorns me.

It's also scattered so far, with a busty dreamer who cocked himself.

Citrie is surprised that there has not been a storm.

At the same time, anger burns.

"Oh, you, give me the dirt! When! Damn it!

I saw a repentant citrie, Moral snorts.

"Hmm! You're an idiot, you really are... but if I, the servant, could have come to this other world, it's only natural that my Lord, my husband, could have done the same."

Moral is in love with Luu from the bottom of his heart and as a magician at the same time.

The owner of a vessel that does not belong to him or to him.

But I want to get even one step closer.

It is one of her living stretches.

Lew smiles calmly and shakes his head.

Because he acknowledges his talent as a moral wizard.

"Ha ha, moral, that's humble...... Now Citrie, all your hands you can hit are exhausted. It's my checkmate. Fernan will give it back."

Lew tells Citrie to think about it.

But Citrie still doesn't think he lost.

"Ha ha! Don't be silly! You think I'm stuck?

"Oh, yes, I am."

"Huh? You seem to be good at bullshit, both dreamers and dirt. Besides, it's too late for that guy, because my name is deeply engraved in my soul. And I let him eat it scattered, and then I just eat his nucleus."

Citrie was eating his soul at the same time he signed with Fernan.

Little by little so that the captive Fernan doesn't notice...

"Hmm? Did you eat Fernan's soul? So let's hear it, did it taste good? It is"

"Kaka! Yes, it was delicious! It tasted so good to me, the best mix of jealousy, hatred and murder."

It was a winning citrie, but Luu and Moral haven't moved at all.

On the contrary, I start talking about the inner circle.

"Heh, it was delicious... my husband, it's amazing"

"Oh, it seemed like it was inside. So, you want to make it again? Anybody want a squire?

"No, sir. Everyone in the corner is enjoying a human meal."

Citries placed outside the mosquito nets, they get pompous.

"Ki, you guys! What are you talking about? I don't know why!

Moral smiles furiously at the yelling citrie.

"You still don't get it? You're a real idiot!

"What!

"The soul you ate when you said it was delicious is a pseudo-soul created by your husband.... it's a fake thing over a real soul."

"Nah!? I don't know what it is!

Fernan's soul I ate!?

Fake!?

Such an idiot... even though it tasted better than the human soul I had eaten before...

To the flashing citrie, Lew strikes a chase.

"Oh, Moral is right.... I repaired the soul of a girl eaten by a demon like you before with a curse. It's an application."

"Ugh, that's a lie!

"Believe it or not, you're on your own. I knew that you would carve your name into Fernan's soul and sacrifice it sooner or later. So he covered his soul with a false soul so that it would not be eaten. Fernan's true soul is safe."

Even if you look at the calm attitude, apparently what Lu says is true.

But there's still a trump card in Citrine.

"Gugu, shit! Yeah, but you're wrong to engrave my name on your soul. No, you can't erase that!

But!

Lew is also a solid discerner of Citrie's trump cards.

"Oh, don't worry. I've dealt with that, too."

"Don't be ridiculous!

"I'm not kidding. I created a pseudo-soul. There's no way I'm leaving your name engraved. Just change everything and you'll be on your guard. That's why I handled it with a little anagram."

Anagrams are about changing the order in which words are spelled.

And it is the play of making another word or sentence.

Hearing Luu's words, Citrie opens her eyes wide.

"No way, my name engraved on this guy!?

"Oh, I changed it. It's insignificant so that Fernan doesn't have complete control over you..."

Just because he didn't believe it, Citrine stood still.