Kuro no Maou

It was a pleasant awakening.

In thin, open eyes, a dazzling morning light pops in, but the head, accelerating to regain consciousness, lets him choose to awaken as it is.

And so I woke up.

"Ha..."

Fresh tiredness envelops the whole body, like after enjoying a thoughtful sport. The breath, which exhaled heavily, was white.

That's how cold it should be, but I don't feel the chill.

Apparently, my body has recovered enough to block the cold in the middle of winter. Recovery, yeah, sure, strength, magic, qi, not all together, but not like a exhausting yesterday of full-blown creativity. My body was feeling better enough to walk around the dungeon right now and seem like it would be easier if it were about a low rank monster crusade quest.

I wake up softly after experiencing such comfort.

Next door is Saliel's face, who sleeps quietly like he's dead. The only thing that shows that she's not a doll is a faint leaking sleep from that little nose.

I approached her thin peachy lips, gently touching her white cheeks as if they were broken.

"Huh!?

Just before my lips touched me, I finally regained my sanity.

"What, I'm doing it, I..."

I get a tremendous amount of disgust at myself for trying to kiss Saliel horribly and naturally.

I was falling asleep, rather than still having the effect of a fourth protection. Yes, I decide to assume.

I got my reason back this time. With my normal head, I figured out the situation again.

"That sucks..."

Deleting/Modifying

"In the meantime, it's water"

Doesn't start without it.

All I know on my own is that I fish for room tans, dig up bath towels, and just wrap one around my waist and go outside. The purpose, of course, is to wash your face and body in the creek that is flowing behind the cabin. Even when I lived in the village of Iles, my morning familiarity was here in order.

However, as far as I'm concerned, after Lily and I finished our goblin crusade, I'm impressed that I took off my dirty prisoner clothes to the extreme and cleansed my body. Now I feel dirty to my heart as well as my body.

While naked, the air that tore me apart in the winter, and the water of the frozen river, I ended up with a pseudo-morning champ without any difficulty. When I go back, I think I need to fill the tree bucket with water and bring it back to my room.

Then I catch the tans again knowing the placement and the contents, and I finish dressing clean. The fact that it conveniently contains winter clothes is because I have bought it from a pedestrian who visited the village during the summer while talking to Lily about whether to buy winter clothes from within the present. The clothes are the same thing I wore until yesterday, a thick sweater in black leather trousers with gray.

At that time, I did not stop believing that, of course, in winter, spring would come again, and that time would flow peacefully for a year or two. Knowing the Pandora invasion of the Crusaders and the horrors of them, I should have been more vigilant and prepared... and still be attacked by such regrets.

Well, even though it's a coincidence, this is how I came back to Lily's house, which makes me even more sentimental. Besides, this has happened with Sariel...

So when I finished dressing in a blurry, sinking mood, Saliel woke up.

Are you awake?

Patchy open red eyes stare straight at me.

"Good Morning"

"Morning."

Saliel woke up with her left hand on her upper torso because of my complicated feelings about what she was swallowing to greet me in the morning.

Her brilliant silver hair flickered back into the morning sunlight as it slipped through the window, so much so that she could unwittingly fall in love with the salad, her shoulders and her back. That's how I stare, and I finally realize that her hair isn't the usual giant ponytail.

Speaking of which, the silver hair clasp like an eye sealer, which is wrapped around the back of my head, was also removed by my momentum within the last night. Saliel, who has long silver-haired hair, looks fresh somewhere - and I'm not forever going to see it. Calm down.

"What, the... are you okay?

"Yes, you can't sense any white magic in my body. Coverage seems to have completely disappeared."

"Oh... well"

Speaking of which, if that's what it was all about, I'm stunned by my idiocy additions and subtractions that I remember at the time.

I asked if it was okay, it was a dialogue that worried Sariel's body, and I didn't ask if my protections were gone and I was safe. But worrying about Sariel's body in the first place is a problem in itself.

Not that I'm the one who messed with the mess, but that Sariel stayed with Sariel, trying to make the protection disappear. Because it's not Sayuko Shirazaki.

"All I have right now is my ability as an artificial human (homunculus). It will be easy for you to kill yourself."

"Coverage's gone, isn't it? Then this time, really, there's no longer a reason to kill."

From what I can tell, from Sariel today, I can't feel any more signs specific to the Apostle. If you observe with even more caution, there was an aura drifting through the wound last night like an automatic recovery, but it's also gone clean and refreshing.

However, the amputated surface of Sariel's hands and feet has again managed to heal to the extent that the bleeding stops. After all, she just had the same experiment as me, and the flesh itself is tough. Perhaps superhuman physical abilities, resilience, and vitality reside without protection.

"Look, I'll keep you alive. Don't die on your own."

"... if you want, I will not die"

"But I didn't forgive you. Don't forget that."

I may have a lot to say, but still, I can't help but say it. I don't know what to do with Sariel, what to do with her, what to do with her. I haven't even thought about it. Her treatment is utterly cosmic.

Now, there's nothing better than keeping it on hold.

"In the meantime, get dressed, too. You can't stay naked forever, it's eye poison."

Delete/Modify

"... you can do this"

I get up listening to Sariel's third words of thanks after I finish wiping the proper, albeit whole body neighborhood.

Reaching out is an inviolable area in a closet with my own clothes that I know I am on my own, but on a different stage. I mean, it's where Lily's underwear fits in.

Sorry, Lily. I don't know how many times it's gonna be anymore. I fished my pants, feeling guilty for her.

Whoa, seriously, Lily, you had this skanky guy or something...

"-Good, you're the perfect size"

Once again, believe in my sanity for regaining reason and get Saliel dressed while desperately sealing up her troubles. Of course, I'm not letting the sketchy guy wear it. Ordinary pants.

There are two kinds of Lily clothing available. We had both the usual toddler state and, at the time, just one night a month, but still, the size that suited the girl's appearance in her hopes, and that.

Of course you dressed Sariel, assuming she was a girl. Apparently, Sariel and Lily do dress similarly. She is a beautiful, luxurious girl who is likely to break if she hugs her.

Undecorated light peach underwear wrapped her body perfectly both up and down. If it were Fiona's underwear, I don't care what the prediction would have been that the bra would have been Gabagaba.

Aside from my crappy delusions, I can't help but get dressed.

The clothes weren't even ready for the winter that the girl Lily would wear, so I decided to put mine on for now. This is also a dark blue cardigan made of thick fabric that looks warm. It was designed so that it was not strange to wear as a school uniform, so I bought it unexpectedly and impulsively due to my grief.

The XL oversized size of the guy I wear, so naturally, if Sariel wears it, he'll be a bukabuka, but, well, it's easy because you don't have to wear it up or down. It covers her body softly, only around her neck and knees.

"Ha... finally, you calm down"

As Sariel dressed, he cleaned up his bedmaking and scattered clothes, smudging and crushing.

Saliel, who is useless in cleaning, stays rolled into a clean bed. I guess what I'm going to have to do is sleep for a while.

"There's a lot I want to ask you, but first, let me tell you something."

Sleeping down, but sitting down next to Saliel with her eyes open without making her feel like she was sleeping twice, that's how I cut out.

"I'll take you home to Sparda."

"You seem to know where this is."

"It's a dungeon called Fairy Forest (Fairy Garden) on the western edge of Daedalus. Through the woods, you can see the Galahad Mountains in the distance. It's three days to Alsace if you fly a horse."

"You know so much about it."

"I lived there. You guys push, that was before."

There's nothing I can do to tell him now.

"I was really lucky to be flown here. Enough, at a distance to go home."

When I jumped into Heavenly Delivery Gate, I was worried about where I was going. Is it easier to give birth than to suggest? Didn't I?

Perhaps "Fountain of Light" is where we were flown. I only thought it was just a pond then, but on second thought, it matches the characteristics of The Fountain of Light I heard from Lily before. I'm pretty sure it was circular, and the surrounding snowfields would be colorful blooming flower gardens if spring came.

Most importantly, beyond the loss of the Red Crystal Ball (Queen Beryl), which already brings the Fairy Queen protection, it will also be just a pond, and the fairies will never gather or be born. Will "Fairy Forest (Fairy Garden)" also be just a name?

Anyway, we don't know why we went out to The Fountain of Light, but we're fortunate that the Sparda Return isn't such a big problem. It is a place where you can go home in a week and a little bit if you truly go down the street.

"Problem is, the Crusaders are on uro, but, well, not now,"

It is later to think about concrete measures to return. Because if you are satisfied with the five bodies, it won't matter.

"For now, until we get back to Sparda, you and I are going to spend some time together. For once, let me ask you, those hands and feet, they play?

"Playback is possible, but it will require advanced healing magic and time. It is impossible for my body to regenerate the missing areas with natural recovery"

Well, I guess so. No matter how man-made (homunculus) you are, you can't easily return lost areas like lizard tails. Not even my body, of course. That's why this left eye has God's eyes in it.

"You can't live in Matomo without your hands and feet. So, I'm gonna take care of you... so, what, uh, bear with me."

"Yes, I will obey your life."

Listening to a response like a robot, I say back in my mind.

"As I said earlier, I'm not gonna forgive you. I'll take care of it, but I'm not going to be nice to you."

Like not letting him live and not killing him? I can't help but decide what to do with Sariel.

From now on, like Lily and Fiona, I don't think I can be in a pattern while I can chat with him amicably. That's a very, very impossible story.

But let's forget about it now. More important than the vague future story is the immediate purpose. Return to Sparda, so let's focus.

"That's all I'm trying to say to you. Do you have any questions?

"One, okay?"

"What?"

"… where is the toilet"

"What... and..."

I'll take care of you. I was going to realize the weight of that statement sooner rather than later.