I Want to Become the Hero’s Bride

The gossip Harlem One is a mature woman.

"Um... why are you following me...?

A boy in a long black coat, like a magician's coat, calls out to a gray-haired beauty walking on the side. The man, who stopped to his words as he leaned down in this atmosphere of not wanting to look directly at reality when he met him, gracefully leaned over his long sleeved clothes and showed him how to conceive with a lustrous look.

I'm surprised at her like that, and the boy looks back.

And, with a soft grin, she speaks.

"Because he is more my partner. Don't worry, I won't let them bother me. Just stay on your side like this."

"Um... I've been wondering, why are you a partner?... So, are you sure?

'Well, I don't remember, so I have no choice... but I remember everything. I haven't forgotten the glow of the devil's eye, or even the letter of the proposal directed at me...'

"What, propose!?

In front of a woman who seems to be remembering something by accident, the boy roughs up his voice in unexpected ways.

"I've been waiting forever to see each other again... Phil, let me swear I'll love them more than my heart until this life runs out"

Even with a smile that mesmerizes everything and tells her so, the boy stops moving perfectly.

"No matter how many times I've been reborn and lost any memory,"

Staring at him as he would no longer even have a piece of language in his ear.

'Even if my you wanted it. I swear I'll be on their side forever. "

The last voice whispered disappears buried in the sound of people going down the street.

The boy who returns to me after a while walks forward silently without hiding his attitude of embarrassment. Or maybe he's just too young to have the skills to hide it. While remembering a certain emotion to the boy who returns his response as he remembers it, even if he has no memory. When the demon lady gently put her hand on her mouth, it smiled happily.

An act of a peaceful afternoon for two people who don't know that a fierce harem is about to form.