Let's set up a hideout for the exiles on the edge of the demonic realm - a cat banished from the demonic realm, but the most powerful daughter of mankind picked it up -

Man's sky is high, blue, as if it were a cloudless rugged, and our sky is stained with low, demonic sunless red purple.

I looked up blurry at that strange gradient across the east and west.

... How did this happen?

"Well, Beretroot, do you have anything left to say? Oh, wow, I don't just accept begging for my life."

There was something slightly silly and unnatural about this request.

Direct orders were given by the Demon Army to form a party with the hated Migo, who preferred human killing, and his surroundings.

Quickly, I seem to have been fitted.

"That's a nasty thing to say, Migo. Aren't you and I dating for a hundred years? Now remember, when you were a recruit, I remember being very kind to you..."

My name is Beretoto (...) Route. It is a slightly silly and rare kind of demonic race called cat humans.

I used to have cream colored fur, but now I've lived for over 300 years. Now my hair is already white.

"I miss you. Thank you for your help..."

"Yes, so give me this warmth."

"Hey, you can't just do that. I'm told to make a mistake."

"Isn't that terrible? Who the hell are you to, who says you've used me?"

I have a cliff on my back.

It seems to be an ancient battlefield between the demonic and human worlds, called the scars of the earth.

No matter how much I was a fall-resistant cat human, I'd be dead if I fell out of here.

"Uh, Ma, you're going to die here anyway, because of this, I'm going to tell you. You are unanimous in your decision to destroy the Three Demons."

"Ha, that would be a lie. Sure, I can't help it as much as I used to, but that's why... for example, on the battlefield, you're just talking about throwing me away."

Now the demonic realm of... is dominated by three factions headed by demon generals.

It is unreasonably unnatural for all of that to deny my existence.

This must be some kind of conspiracy. Someone must be resenting me.

"I don't know about that. Instead, I'll tell you what, I don't want an old soldier of my age in our demon army."

"Cahiccup, hiccup! Migo's brother, dude, you had this guy's sin right! BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

Migo's surroundings, Mukud of the Avian Demons laughed me nasty.

You don't like it. Even though my strength is worse than mine, I can only borrow Migo's authority like that.

"Sin...... I didn't do anything backwards, I'm going to. Unlike you, Migo, you have a bad taste."

"Shut up, you sexually vicious fucking cat. Well, before I kill you, I'll tell Temehe the charges from the Three Demons. Beretroot Harthol"

"No, wait, my official name is Beretotrut Harthol Perbust"

"Ugh! Can you remember people's names that far, you dumb cat?

Migo is a daemon type of privileged species.

Where I have resisted, he will not be able to do much.

Furthermore, there are a total of twelve of his men.

"I'll give you a guilty plea, a guilty plea, it's a sin of sleeping (...)! This demonic world doesn't need lazy people who spend two-thirds of their day sleeping in a falling out of shape! Bereto's grandfather says that being itself is no longer a use!

"Ha, that can't be helped, can it? Because that's my physique."

Jiriziri and I were caught up, and one step back was finally empty.

Now what do we do, resist and rarely be slashed, or play suicide with faith in the possibilities?

Because the market is set when you can't play and die, oh, it's hard, what should I do for real?

"Thank you for looking after me, this is at least a warmth, hey die fucking cat!

The long sword of Migo was swept away against me.

Fly over it using cat human flexibility and light body textures. Ah......

"Ha, how long do you think we've been dating, baaahhh, crash it!!

Oh no, I can't believe that recruit Migo grows so much... I'm not going to live long.

Migo abandoned his sword and struck me with his body.

I stuck a fine sword in Migo's chest for evil, but you can't help it if this happens.

"I remember Migo -"

Pathetic, old and used cat man fell into the depths of the scars of the earth.

Oh, I've been planning on sticking to the world for about 200 years now with diagrams thick......

No matter how light-hearted I am, I will die.