Maou no Hajimekata

"Ah, ah, Alan, Alan...... ugh!

On Alan lying in bed, Naja was waving indifferently. Since then, I have layered my skin many times and have felt no pain at all. We both don't hesitate to devour each other's bodies and lust each other.

On the day I first layered my skin, Alan was gone when Naja, who had lost consciousness, woke up. After Najah leaves it for a while, the mornings are plugged in by the Black Art, and then half a day later, Alan returns as the evening is delivered.

Asking what he had been doing for a separate time, Alan clouded his words. Naja stopped asking, worried about him, if he didn't want to.

When we take evening meals together, we tangle our hands from either side and reunite. I fell asleep from a tired relationship and woke up without Alan again. Such a repetition of life has been going on for the past few days.

Prisoner life was a word of leisure anyway. In a small prison, there's nothing you can do. In the meantime, train your arms, abs, and other muscles to avoid blunting your body, but there are limitations in a narrow room with no equipment or training weapons. All the efforts to try to dig the walls and break the locks to see if I could manage to escape using the dishes ended up in jail.

Probably reinforced by magic. The walls and locks were not scratched one time, on the contrary, dishes such as spoons and forks were crooked and useless.

I gave up on those efforts after Black Art carrying the meal threatened to "break it next, I'll give you a bare hand drink of cooked soup".

Except for my spare time, the prisoner's life was quite comfortable. The food brought was qualitative, but there was a good amount and flavour, and the menu changed every day.

At the end of the breakfast, the dishes were retrieved and a bucket of water and cloth were given to clean themselves up. Usually it was a life to the extent of not soaking in water or otherwise occasionally bathing in water, but I still worry about dirt when overlapping my skin with Alan. Plenty of time and she brushed every inch of her body.

The excrement is also collected twice daily and replaced with a clean one. All in the absence of Alan, I was plain glad to be replaced by the woman Art. Again, I'd like to beg a man to see those things. If it's someone you want to think about, it's even worse.

At no time did Naja feel locked up for years in a life where she didn't even know the time besides eating. Days of adventure with Alan and the others, which should have been fun, are far and away, losing colour and feeling unrealistic.

In the meantime, only Alan gave her peace of mind. And she was held by him, and begged him for strength. I was heartily relieved that I was being held in his arms, and I just wanted my life to go on like this forever, that's how I felt.

Za. Za.

Shadowing such a life was this flickering that shakes Naja's vision. Vision flashes at the mundane moment, and a different sound pokes my ear. Alan didn't seem to have this symptom. Sick or some kind of curse? At first it was to the extent that I wondered if it was because of my mind. That gradually became more frequent and now I was stuck on Naja's head as an unwiping discomfort.

"A, Alan......"

Put your hands on Alan's cheek like you're asking for help and put your face closer together.

"What's up?

Zazazu.

At that moment when I tried to mouth it, my vision blurred again. Naja looks up in panic and shakes her head.

"Is it going to work?... Me... Let's go!

Feeling the warmth pouring into her womb, Naja recalls what she just saw.

I saw it at the end of Blé's sight, Alan's face.

That was another man's face altogether.

Late night. It doesn't reach the light of day or anything, it's in the basement where Loc doesn't even know how time goes, but it's probably late at night converted from mealtime. Next to Naja lying in bed, Mururi and Alan woke themselves up.

Gently open the prison door so as not to wake Naja, and go outside.

Confirming it with her thinly opened eyes, Naja opened her eyes both ways. After loving each other as usual, Naja pretended to have lost her mind, convinced that the man she had ever thought was Alan was a total different person.

Perhaps he was also putting on an illusion class. The occasional flickering was only happening when I thought I was with Alan. Not abnormal, normal. It was the moment when magic broke.

Naja pressed softly as she stuck to the prison door in a supple motion like a cat. It's not locked. I guess the Black Art will come to close later. When Naja removed the knife she had kept hidden from her clothes sleeve, she clenched her long hair all the way and cut it from the roots. It's not likely to be a weapon. It's a dish knife, but it's easy to cut hair.

Naja, who became a shortcut, kept her hair peeking from its edge when she rounded the duvet and faked it as if people were inside. Now it should look like Naja is asleep in the distance.

Naja gently leaves the cell and walks down the labyrinth hallway, sneaking her footsteps. The hierarchy where Naja and the others were adventurous had carcasses rolling over there and painted with rotten odors, but the neighborhood was as clean as a hallway in the royal palace, free of dust.

I didn't really care when I was in jail, but the walls were also glowing pale and light, and even though it was dim, I could see ahead without the light. Besides, dim is convenient for Naja.

Leaving it to the inquiry and going through the labyrinth, Naja found a leaking door of light and sneaked up and peeked inside. There sat a dull, golden-haired man in a large chair. Are you asleep, close your eyes, and don't leave it slightly moving while sitting in a chair.

This is him, and Naja burned her insides to anger. The face of the man I saw across the illusion was definitely that of the man sitting in the chair. He pretended to be Alan, held Najah many times, and poured the sperm into his womb.

Naja's heart is filled with disgust and driven by the urge to go into the room and kill her right now, but she suppressed it at the will of steel. What we need to do now is find the real Alan and help him out.

Naja gently leaves the door and resumes her exploration. Tonight, for some reason, I'm overwhelmed. We proceeded down the hallway without anyone finding us, and Naja found Goblin standing bluntly with a spear.

On the back of the goblin there is a crude door made of wood and a key bundle hangs on the waist of the goblin.

There, Naja thought intuitively. Running over to the goblin like the wind, I grab that little neck and bend it to the side as much as I want. He had a neck bone, and soon after he raised his voice, Goblin was quickly desperate.

When you strip the lock bundle from its waist, you stick the key in the lock that is attached to the door. Once, twice failed, but in the third bottle the key opened with a crisp sound.

"Alan!"

Inside the small room, he sat back in a crude chair. Untied the rope that was tying its arms, he raised his face spicidly and slowly as he called again.

"Naja......?

"Oh Alan......!

Naja held him tightly in her chest. You weren't treated as good as Naja, the color of your hair has lost its luster and your body has lost a little weight, but he's definitely the real deal.

"Come on, let's run. Run away and get back on your feet. It may be hard to get away with a round hips, but me and Alan can handle it. If we're lucky, we might find some gear, some Chars."

"… there is no need for that"

His eyes were staring at Naja as he raised his face to unexpected words. Stared by deep tea eyes, for a moment, forget everything. Naja stares back into those eyes.

"I am the Lord of this labyrinth. And it's your Lord.... letting you hide your identity and get into a line of adventurers. Well done, Leona."

On his hand stroking his hair gently, Naja 'remembered' everything.

"Oh... Master Oulu"

It's not Alan in front of you. It's Oulu. I've always been in love, and my face that kept holding Naja in prison, the way it was, was in front of Naja now.

"You've sacrificed your beautiful hair for me.... but you with short hair are beautiful again. Let's get it right later."

In Oul's arms holding Naja slowly, Naja closed her eyes as she was relieved. Keep it up and start to sleep easily.

"... are you done"

Predicting that, Ellen and one of the daughters of Black Art came in.

"Oh. Now take him to the bedroom. I will curse you later, but there will be no more resistance."

And I gave Najah's body unto the daughter of Black Art, and Oul answered. Hmm, Ellen frowned and thought a little before asking Oulu frankly.

"Lord, I don't know, after all, was that girl originally under the Lord's command?

"No way."

To Ellen's question, Oul laughs thinly.

"I don't use witchcraft at all when I say swordsman, but it's a pain in the ass. If it's just the strength of your mental powers, you're often outnumbered by magicians."

Sitting back in the chair, Oul began seeding. It was looking like a crude chair, which quickly became huge and turned into a big, elbow-handed chair to support Oulu's body.

"So it's hard to handle it anyway, even if you curse and restrict it so you can't defy it. The curse will cause severe pain all over your body, and if you don't mind for a few seconds, you can keep fighting. On the other hand, it is easy to work with the obtuse type, so this time I tried attacking with tangled hands. That's this face."

Oul muttered a verse of the spell, his face twisted in a mess. Shiny blonde hair, just a fine surface to behold with a woman. That was Alan's face.

"I know I turned into that man and offended my daughter"

When he suddenly told me to take me to jail with a spear, etc., Ellen wondered if the Lord's mind had been touched in a long underground life.

"Take a good look."

"Mmm... hmm?

Ellen feels uncomfortable with Oul's face. But I don't know what that is.

"What do you say?

"Oh, that!?

By the time he realized it, Oul was back in his original face. Brown eyes in amber hair. Neat, but with a masculine face. It's the usual oul, no matter what you think.

but Ellen had no idea if she was back to normal.

"I slowly, slowly changed my face. Humans... so is Art, but the guy who says he recognizes creatures is funny inside. I'm starting to notice a slow change."

Soon Oul's face has changed to that of Alan again.

"Well, you're lucky you were gold and amber and your hair was relatively similar in color. It is noticed that the colors of prominent places like hair change dramatically on boulders."

Speaking of which, and Ellen's attention to Oulu's eyes, it was true that Bigeye was slowly turning into a tea eye.

"While doing this for a few days, I made allusions every night, potentially implanting memories. 'Actually, I'm at Oulu's fingertips, and I'm just pretending to be one of the adventurers'. Because of false memories and changing faces, and Alan's own face from time to time, he totally believed Alan's face was the enemy and my face was on his side."

The man sitting in the big chair, Naja glanced through the door gap, was Alan himself. Naja could have helped him out if she had noticed it there. But to her, who had her memories obscured and believed Oulu's face to be Alan, all she could see was the face of a hateful enemy.

"Whoever says human, however suspicious, feels terribly defenseless the moment he thinks he's behind them. I used that moment to surface the memories I implanted all at once with my enemies' and allies' faces replaced, 'exaggerating' the truths and lies of his previous life, making him believe he was on my side. Believe me, I'm scared to say it. I can't prevent you from not even questioning it."

I thought you were the one who was scared, but Ellen wouldn't talk. Sometimes I think I can count on you as my husband, and it's still horrible.

"But, well, the experiment worked, but this method shouldn't be too laborious. Success is like luck for more than half of us, and can we make it a little smarter next time?"

My two later daughters are going to fall apart in a separate approach.

Oul turned his foot under the next victim as he toured his evil thoughts.