If It’s for My Daughter, I’d Even Defeat a Demon Lord (WN)

The beginning was prophecy by one high priest.

The ability of the protectors of the Purple God (Banafsegi) is "prediction," but there is a difference between them in what they can know.

who can know the weather and disasters beforehand. who perceives danger beforehand. The accuracy varies depending on the height of each protection.

Among them, the ability to shape one's future, in which numerous events are complicated, was expressed only in clerics with the highest degree of protection.

There are also individual differences in the way it is expressed.

Called by the alias "The Purple Princess Witch," Mov was able to see numerous possible muscle paths.

Shortly after she was exposed to the fear of "Two Demon Kings," she was in a state where all the possibilities she could see had been repainted by "The Fate of Death". The possibility of death goes around, no matter who it is, beyond the arrival of a fate of death equal to that of an organism. It was also inexorable that she was deeply wounded in her heart, surrounded by the sight of a miserable and gloomy future, wielded by her own abilities.

Sooner or later, in the 'Temple', she is still young, although it is Mov who is stipulated to take on a heavy role. Therefore, the present "Temple" was headed by a high priest with high altitude protection, who could still know the fate of one.

Ever since the predecessor was alive, the ability of a woman called Epilogy, known as the Great Cleric, is slightly different from Mov's.

The power of words to gain destiny and a possible future. It was the ability to be called Trusteeship. It was less than the words of a fragment of poetry, but it was not erroneous and it was a force that has now guided many.

"Master Epilogy... made a prophecy..."

Mov, shaking his thin shoulder and crying out, seemed to see Smaragdi relieved and out of his mind.

Smaragdi was a little relieved by the matter and invited her inside her own residence. Living daily behind the temple, Mov seems to be a guide to the whole city. There's no reason to drive that girlfriend back into the middle of the night like this.

"Water, show my wish in my name and show up" Expression: Water "

Smaragdi spins his spell as smoothly as a song, filling the waters he magically called in the waterspills. From the container taken from the shelf, add a grasp of the flowers (herbs) that had been dried and stored.

Poured into a vessel and placed it in front of the mov and it smelled sweet from it.

"It is said that the scent of this flower has a calming effect. Drink a little."

"Thank you......"

Take a sip, she relieves herself, loosening her expression a little.

"What the hell happened? What is it, Master Epilogy?

"I was given a prophecy... about me..."

"Not a good thing, was it?

Smaragdi uttered a voice of speculation at the figure of Mov, who looked down to make it difficult to say. To Smaragdi's voice, which sounded unchanged and gentle, Mov gave a slightly sweeter voice, as he did at an early age.

"I don't think it's a bad thing...... It would be good for the country."

"... I am not a member of the Temple." You just have to tell Mov what you think, not Mov's answer as a cleric "

Just a little bit, Mov's brow drops.

For her, who continues to be asked to behave as a high priest, listening to her own voice, he was a very precious being.

Mov also knew he had become dependent on the gentle smaragdi. And I also understand that he, who guided it, took a distance from himself.

Still, she couldn't contain her own mind.

Numerous people try to hear their own words that they are princess witches who guide the future.

But I'm not trying to get one of them, Mov himself, to listen to me.

It was something I knew. Still, I knew the time I had spent with Smaragdi, and therefore I also understood that it was a tremendous solitude.

I've always wanted to be spoiled, like a normal child.

I'm the only one who can be sweet. The person I knew would spoil me if I could cry.

That's why Mov ran to him.

Even getting out of the back of the temple was possible if Mov's power to decipher the myriad future possibilities was used.

"I... when I give birth to a 'king'"

In Mov's words, Smaragdi's jade eyes opened to surprise.

"My son will be the king… that is the prophecy that Epilogy uttered"

In this country (Vasilio), 'king' means' one demon king 'who is the lord of the land.

The fact that many awaited its existence, which has been vacant since it was killed by the Two Demon Kings, was not necessary to explain it again.

That is, indeed, the prophecy of 'auspicious events'.

In other words, we can say that we predicted the birth of a new king.

But...

"Since then... the King's 'father' candidate has come to appear before me day after day"

"Right..."

Mov, distorting his expression in bitterness, complained that way to Smaragdi with a plundered voice.

Understand what happened and smaragudi shade his expression as well.

The demons who live in Vasuilio live in a matrilineal society where children live under their mothers. Nevertheless, it is not that the father does not concern himself with the child at all.

The silver bracelet that all men wear is a gift that the father gives to his own son. It also meant the perception that he was his own son from his father, something that would be a kind of identification for the demonic tribe.

If my son knew he was going to be king, what was ambitious, raising his name, was something that could happen.

On this occasion, those who seek a stronger voice in the temple, those who wish to be involved in national politics. Though not one of the champions of ambition, he was seen as confident in himself to the extent that he could raise his name to the king and to the father of his sons.

"If it is my role to make a covenant with someone and to dwell as a king... until I accept..."

"Mov, that's..."

She lived quietly behind the temple, suddenly exposed to the desires of ambitious men. That would be irresistible, even if you have feelings close to fear. Smaragdi thought so, clouding his expression more.

"But I... still, I..."

Overflowing with puffiness and tears, Mov looked at Smaragdi with his golden eyes.

On purple hair, clear precious stones emit a glow very similar to tears. Originally, the precious stones used by high priests for decoration were purple, but she had more beautiful colors than jewels herself, so she did not need extra colors.

"My name is not even for those who do not try to call me... but for those who do..."

"It's okay, Mov. It's natural to think so."

A gentle palm stroked her purple hair.

"It's only natural that you think so."

The kind words I wanted can be directed at her.

That's how Smaragudi accepts his weak voice, which should not be allowed to say my utmost, without denying it.

With joy and just a little guilt, Mov cried out louder than he could have done at an early age.

(…… it is also not impossible for Mov to want to escape)

Smaragudi gently strokes Mov, who sleeps with a crying tired face. Behavior that would make her a toddler, but it also seemed right to do so to her now.

(But it's also... "The Temple" says so naturally...)

Reach out with a sigh and adjust the light intensity. Mov's sleeping face, which was slightly frowned upon by the glare, becomes calm.

(In "The Temple," no one called about Mov in his name. I can say I have no choice... I didn't even know anyone who wanted her was...)

She was treated on that occasion only as a 'princess witch', while being revered because she was a rare, protective and honorable being.

Those in the 'Temple' are unaware of her second personal personality because they have no malice and respect.

I live with people like that, I live with people like that.

(... if you say it's a role, until then... even if you don't want to admit it in your emotions, you won't have a choice)

If it is politically necessary, it is not uncommon to exchange children that way.

Nevertheless, Smaragdi wanted to fulfill her few who had endured so much for her own service from an early age. So what was in Smaragdi was a favor, but not a burning romantic sentiment.

Still, that's why I woke up the next morning. To Mov, Smaragdi asked.

"You've been running to me... and Mov thinks that if I were you, I could exchange the kids... can I think about it?

To Smaragdi's words, Mov dyed his cheeks and, after looking happy, squeezed his clothes hem tightly.

And I shook my head to the side.

The expression and behavior show a will to deny so as to shake off one's emotions in a way that is completely inconsistent.

Smaragdi, watching closely how Mov was doing like that, smiled slightly bitterly and gently stroked Mov's head shaking his head.

"That leads me to a future that's not good."

To Smaragdi's words, Mov looks up with a stunned look.

Neither affirmation nor denial came out of her mouth, but to Smaragdi, her expression alone was an adequate answer.

"You once told me. If I get involved with myself, I'm going to die... and I wonder if exchanging children with you will attract me to the fate of death."

"………………"

On the day I first met him, as I accepted that proclamation with a gentle smile, there was neither despair nor pessimism in Smaragudi's expression.

That's why Mov honestly tells him about his' likelihood of seeing '.

If you keep your mouth shut, Smaragdi will grant you your wish. If you don't tell us about this' future ', you're more likely to get your wish fulfilled.

I knew it, but because I knew it, Mov didn't want to just imitate him to deceive him.

The trembling voice showed such a mood for Mov.

"Smaragdi... if you exchange a child with me... you will lose your life for that child. You will spend your life protecting the child... but if you do not exchange the child... you will be able to spend the rest of your life in peace."

"That's the future Mov saw."

On the day we first met, Mov didn't see a clear possibility.

With this epilogue proclamation, I finally understood with a view to the possibility of being ahead of my own choices.

It is my wish that attracts the future of Smaragudi's death. Attract the possibility of losing this gentle one.

So she left the decision to him, understanding the possibility that her wish would not come true.

"... it's okay, Mov. That's not an unfortunate prophecy for me."

With a gentle smile, I bet on the possibility of being able to whisper the words I wanted.

"You can show me my child that you don't always get if you want." It's such a happy prophecy. "

So Smaragudi softly held the tearful mov.