Magic Gems Gourmet

The next morning, Ain was inside the castle gate. It's in a garden full of blue lawns.

He was alone, Ain, but he opens up to the figure of one knight.

"- Huh?"

At the end of his gaze, there was Marco.

I haven't asked him anything about what he was doing near the lake, and I can't help wondering why he's walking around freely, which should have been rampant.

But the question clears up quickly.

"Good morning, Mr. Marr. I decided to ask her to serve the castle."

"Good morning. By the way, I don't really know how to talk too fast."

"Oh, I'm sorry"

Sylvia laughed lusciously and stroked Ain's head.

"That nameless living armor was wandering. The sex of the undead..."

"So why do you serve the castle?

"Because it's never been in the strong before, is it? Your instincts as a demon were too strong, too. Even if it was evolving into an individual with a strong ego, it seemed like a struggling instinct was looking for the strong"

"... you said you wanted to defeat your father?

"That's you, Marl."

By the way, the way you call it is awkward.

If I were to point it out, I would have unnecessary suspicions, so I wouldn't say it.

If Ain't regained his mind and looked at Marco, Marco's walking in charge of a bunch of strangely large leather bags. Something to help me with my work, I guess.

"Cain will exchange swords for you regularly."

"He told me to work instead. Is that okay? Even if you believe in such exchange terms. Runaway in the castle or something..."

"It's reckless. It's not just me and Cain in the castle. Even Archet the Demon King is here, so if you want to go wild, this time the Demon Stone and the nucleus will be crushed."

"Uh, sure."

"But Cain seems to care too, so I'll have him serve as a knight under Cain."

Should it be rough or throw up a lot of mess?

Sylvia's words were convincing, but Ain grinned bitterly at the bold decision.

◇ ◇ ◇ ◇

After a few days, when Ain got used to living here.

I've definitely been trying to meet with Archet every morning here lately, or before I went to bed. Naturally, the reason is to disarm Shannon of his abilities.

Maybe a little too blatant, but only the two of us here are family.

No one points it out to be somewhat close, and it is often perceived as a family discourse.

At night, they were between the thrones.

(It was like this)

Come to think of it, I've never set foot between the thrones in Demon King's Castle.

Ain, seated on its throne for some reason, turns his consciousness to Archet, who moves his feet in a superior mood on his lap.

"He's lying about something. I can tell."

Says Archet with a rough nose.

"That guy?"

"About a red-haired person. I think he's hiding something."

"Intuition?"

"Mm. Intuition."

Sharp. That intuition is true.

"I've heard that our country is prone to spending time - or something like that, but it's some kind of lie. There are a lot of weird guys in his family, so if you believe Marr, you can't either."

"... I'll remember."

"Mm, I hope so! But I think the guy who oddly likes to read books is okay. That's harmless."

That he will eventually be a heavy town man in the future Ishtarika.

When people say it's harmless with an archet, it leaks bitter laughter.

"I'm about to go back to my room, but what about my sister?

"I'm here. Don't worry, I'll be back in my room after I get confused."

Rikai, Ain, who answered briefly, stands up in a chair.

He lowered Archet to the throne, then followed between the White Knight and a very similar throne.

Then I notice one good man who was outside.

He rocked his red hair and kept his back on the wall in an elegant standing position.

She laughs at Ain't no, glossy.

"You're close."

'Cause that's family now.'

While acting as usual, Ein is never alarmed.

"... as far as I'm concerned, I'd also like to get along with Master Marc"

"I'm sure you'll be soon enough."

"Pfft, that means even now -"

She accidentally packed the distance. bold, then in a quiet motion that doesn't make you feel uncomfortable.

But I'm not saying Ein's reaction was delayed. Instead, he could afford to think that he had finally moved and remained smiling.

All I think about is the question of what she does.

"Oh, you lit it before. Don't you look cute anymore?

The distance between the two was about a few dozen centimeters, within reach of each other.

"I think I grew up, too, don't you?

"You're reliable. It's lovely."

What is this farce? A little discomfort that makes me want to spit, clapping and complicated emotions about how she's doing.

Whatever, the only thing Ain knows about Shannon's behavior is at Old Heim Castle. Later, we only know what a brutal order he gave Ed.

"Dear Marc, there's dust in your hair"

Ain't laughed all the time watching her reach out.

"I can take it myself."

"No, leave it to me.... Come on."

Paying off your approaching arms is definitely a bad idea.

But it's also different to allow them to touch you honestly. Because she is distrustful of Ain. So I was trying to touch it and find out if Ain't got any special powers. Naturally, Ain knows about this.

- But.

"If I can touch you, I'll be in trouble."

The contents of Marc here are Ain.

It's a strong, growing Ain that spins many stories. At least, I'm graduating from the kind of purity that would illuminate me, even if a good guy like Shannon came near me right now.

Reaching the other way, Ain't invincibly hoisted his mouth corner.

"Because it lights up and you may accidentally suck on demon stones"

Ain stretched out arms twitch, leaking dull light.

Now and ever, the power of absorption that dry ads seem to have remains unchanged.

"Huh..."

In accordance with his survival instincts, Shannon quietly draws his hand.

Marc (Ain) standing in front of me gave me a hegemony I had never felt before.

But soon, he stepped aside.

"Oh, my God, it's a joke"

I dye my cheeks red and act like I was actually in the light but I couldn't...

"I tried acting like my father, but I still can't seem to do it"

"Phew, but you looked magnificent and lovely"

She looked detoxified and took only one step away from Ain.

Pick the hem of your skirt and show off your curtesy gracefully.

"Dear Marc. Have a good night again tonight."

"Yeah. You, too."

Ain't breathing out all the time watching him leave. He frowned that he was a man without alarm or gaps.

"And it's inconvenient. I can't help but inconvenience that I can't call you by name."

Even if it was the culture of the Old King's Capital, it's a story I want to put on one of my complaints.

Spears are Ed if they are modern. The guy who likes research is Oz. I could call you Warren for liking books. Shannon is Shannon, and one way or another it's not inconvenient to express something else.

Katsun, footsteps arrive from the back of the hallway.

Soon approaching is one armor.

"Oh, my God, isn't that his son? What are you doing here?"

So is he.

I'd like to call you Marco, but I couldn't do that and it was inconvenient.

"I'm on my way back to my room. And you?"

"I have my job. That's all."

"Heh... that sounds tough"

"Well, that's the kind of rhetoric you made a fool of yourself."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I just thought

"... well fine"

"Oh, where are you going!?

"I told you earlier. Work."

That said, Marco leaves Ain't interested.

I can only wonder how you grew up to be such a loyal minister from this situation when you first met me.

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Another few days went by.

One evening, Marco fell on his knees at the training ground.

"Knock... ha... ha!

Standing in front of you is Ain with his sword poked at him.

By the way, Ain was surprised. Not the fact that I beat Marco in this era, but because this Marc's body was so light.

I don't stop feeling a shine at the qualities and doings of the first king who made his name in history.

"Hands, that was a good fight"

"... you also meant that I should have defeated you"

"I think I'd be tired if I had that shoulder strain. Look, just a hand."

The simulated battle is over and several spectators spring up.

Marco shook Ain's hand and rose to regret. Now he had a slightly harder personality to grasp, but if you look where he pays tribute to the strong, you can see that he is essentially Marco.

This was funny and Ain was loosening his cheeks.

"You've lifted your arms again, Marc"

Father.

"You should encourage it at that rate.... Well, you seem tired already, and you should drop off your battle with me"

…………

To silent affirmation, Cain shrugged his shoulder.

Then a man with a spear takes his feet from the side of the castle.

He has no shadow of Ain to know. The outfit is for everything that goes to face and physique.

However, there were them in the stand-up behavior and in the tone of the story.

"You don't even have as much in your mouth. What are you hungry for to fight the mighty?"

I'm sure this is where the cause began in authentic history.

The hateful relationship between armored bastards and spears is so deep in history.

From Marco, who stood up, I see room.

"Sooner or later, let me win."

"Oh... okay, but..."

"Was you still just a crude person to ignore me...... crap"

Why Ed is selling fights, the reason for which soon became apparent.

Because I was late for him and Shannon came with me. I'm sure you just want to prove your worth in front of her who loves and deeply distorted affections.

Ed has a stronger love for Shannon than any other sibling family.

"Ha..."

Cain leaked a sigh into this situation. I can't even tell you how scared I am.

This evening, Ain's ear, walking through the castle without any concern, received a voice of exchange like a mortar.

"Mother! Why, how could you do such a thing... ugh!?

"... because I feel sorry for you. He challenged himself to battle with exasperation and was caught kneeling between blinks. I've never been so disappointed."

"Oh, no."

"Chill your head for a while. Until then, don't speak to me."

Clear your ears at the corner of the hallway, Ein thinks.

(A lot of stories are moving around in different places)

But the course of authentic history had not already been able to be followed.

Because the presence of Ain plays the influence hung on Archet. From here, no doubt, there should be a story that Ein doesn't know about.

"- Oh, my God."

Ein faces Shannon because he was stopping and thinking.

"This is... I'm so ashamed to hear it."

"What are you talking about?

"Don't you have to fall in love? You can't be here and not hear me and my kid."

"Well, I was hearing you. What's wrong with you?

"It's an embarrassing story. My son fought for Jen in the living room, and he was defeated by nothing."

"... you were present"

"Yep... I've exposed myself to the disgrace of an exasperatingly challenging statement"

The way she spoke was sober, and she dew without hiding her dissatisfaction.

"Didn't you want to show me something cool in front of you?

"Even so, it is. That kid couldn't accomplish anything - he's like me back in the day, he's nauseated."

She was unconscious, with a chilling grin that annoyed her.

I've never even seen it at the time of the Heim war, I feel like something Shannon hides showed his tail. There was something in history that wasn't engraved in Ein's memory.

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The next morning Ed visited Ain's room.

While baffled by the abrupt visit, Ain invites him into the room.

"Dear Marc. Like your fine fathers, you shouldn't be saving anything."

"... Yes?

He said he was baffled by the sudden arrival, but it's a long story without context.

"There are still many beings on this continent who, unlike here in Ishtarika, seek salvation. You think the elves in the north are under threat from demons?"

"Uh, so?

I can't get my purpose.

What is he trying to make himself do?

"As I said earlier. Now is the time for you to leave the castle and give salvation."

"Oh, you know what?"

Where is Ed's heart, Ain looked into his eyes and probed.

Should I really say poker face? Or my emotions are hard to ask if I should call myself an actor. But Ain is well aware of Ed's mental weakness.

"Do you want to look good to your own mother?

"Huh."

"What's the matter, I wonder if it's surprising"

"No, no! But I was wondering if it would be quite normal for me to want to look good to my mother."

"Yeah, I think so, too."

What happened to Marc at the time? Did he leave the castle without discerning Ed's sincerity and being flushed?

If Shannon just approached it and it lit up, that's not funny either. Everything is considered too late when Archet finds himself in an irrevocable situation.

"I don't care if I have such a heart. Because I know very well that you love my mother."

But Ain't got words.

"Is that your idea? For example, someone asked me to... No, someone gave me advice."

…………

"People who read books? Or someone who likes research? No, you look like you're saying that face is different."

Again, Ed is mentally brittle.

Sometimes it wasn't long before Marco beat me now, and I moved too much in the shake.

When I try this, I really feel Warren is amazing. Whatever he was, he never revealed his own race and past until the end. It's very different from Ed.

"Well, I don't care who you are"

Standing up Ain advanced his legs toward the door.

"Ma, Dear Marc! Which way!?

"I need to talk to my fathers. Various."

Hang your hand on the door knob and go outside.

Phew, he exhaled and walked down a quiet hallway, hanging his feet on the ascending stairs.

Open your mouth and speak up.

"I know you're not listening, but I guess this means you burned it"

Shh, I heard you breathing.

Even though Ain knew it, he didn't go down the stairs to the upper floors.

"You're really... you're like someone else before."

The voice like rolling the bell dissolved in the void, and she also neglected to erase the signs.

On the other hand, Ain.

As I climb up the stairs, I make one decision.

(I guess you tried to get close to Mr. Archet while I was gone. I'm sorry, but it doesn't go exactly the way it was in history. Don't think it's going to go the way it was - I'll stop it all and show it to you)

And I'll also reveal why Shannon targeted the Ishtarika royal family.

"Don't lick me," he muttered, releasing a hegemony that was just a shake of a bish, bish window.