Maou no Hajimekata

"... you're here, Oul"

Eunice greeted Oulu in a sparsely wooded forest, a short distance from the entrance to the dungeon. Next to Oulu, only Lil and Spina are following. But there's probably an ambush lurking in the trees, but Eunice intuited. If the Black Arts hide in the shadow of a tree, there is no such thing as what can be found in this world.

"Send a letter on purpose and call it in, it won't be there"

Oul took the letter out of his pocket and burned it in his hand. The magic flame burns down the letter in an instant. The letter was a misplaced contribution from the village.

It's a simple letter about bringing Lil and Spina to this place.

"If I tell you I'm not going to fight Oulu, believe me?

"Oh, I believe"

To Eunice's inquiry, Oul snorted. I didn't expect to be affirmed, and I was more surprised by the unis I asked.

"It doesn't make sense to kill me here. As you know, this body is a metamorphosis. Lils and spinas alike. After not fighting, pretending to be an ally and entering the dungeon, not fighting and killing. This is your best hand."

"Oh, I see."

Eunice smiled bitterly. Again, Oul goes above his own expectations. I never thought of such an operation for a straightforward girlfriend.

"Thin. I should have noticed... I figured it out clearly after I had the curse and allusion lifted. I didn't know Oul was cheating on me.... on the back of a dragon, trying to shove me down."

Eunice turned her back on Oulu and said so. Even so, she doesn't have any gaps to attack. If it's a move to the extent of the Ouls, it can be avoided even if you're meditating on your eyes just for signs. So naturally, she was also aware of the disturbing signs of Oulu at Castle Figlia.

"Oulu. Human disbelief, but you don't hate humans."

Looking back, Eunice said that abruptly.

"There are a lot of people who don't believe in humans. That's all the wicked sorcerers I've ever defeated. Betrayed, slandered, stoned. I hate the world, I hate humans, I hate everything and try to destroy them. Those who capture them treat them as slaves and do not care at all about slaves suffering or dying. That would be the normal evil sorcerer. But Oulu wasn't."

"That's something you overestimated me a lot.... Those guys are just retarded. Whether you're a slave or a slave, it's most efficient to give them some preferential treatment if you want them to work well. That's all."

Eunice snorts at Oulu, who answers as usual.

"Yeah. I guess that's for real, too. But Oulu doesn't hate humans, after all. I won't hurt you in vain or be happy to make you suffer."

The hero looked into the eyes of the demon king as if peeking deep into his heart.

"Hey. Why don't you trust anything? People, demons, subordinates, companions - even myself."

"... what, I want to say"

Eunice chuckled at Oulu, who answered groaning. as I stood next to him and smiled slightly unchanged,

"I just want to know. Why, that's what happened to Oul. The past of someone I liked."

Straight ahead, I said so.

"Tell me, Oul. Is it the evil that thou shalt seek, or the king that thou shalt serve? Me... and I want you to listen to someone who really loves you"

"Eunice......"

Lil accidentally called her name. Just to let her hear the story, she designated Lil and Spina to take her.

"You don't think I'm gonna lie? What do you want me to tell you about tears?

"I'll make my own decisions around here.... I mean, if you would, Oul wouldn't bother to say that first."

To Eunice's answer, Oul sighed.

"Fine.... Ellen, stay back."

"... Got it"

Words reflect on trees from nowhere, into darkness, disappear. Oul began to talk, mindfully, by examining her signs with witchcraft and making sure there was no one beside her.

"This is... it's just a matter of fact. The boring truth that is so common in the world, a very natural accomplishment. I'm not talking about a poor kid, or a wound to my heart. We're talking about simple principles, like stones rolling down hills, water flowing from high to low."

Yeah, I prefaced, and Oul started talking.

"About 70 years ago now. We're talking about a small country with no shadows or shapes left now, called Praeti. Praeti was in a fierce war with this Figlia at the time. I lost my family in that fight, and I was begging. It was Raz who picked it up... my, magician. She gave me everything. Knowledge, upbringing, chores, sorcery, home warmth or affection. Love as a parent, love as a family, love as a man and a woman… all of that. She was my mother, sister, best friend and lover....... hey lil, what a face"

Oulu couldn't help but think of a lil with his mouth open.

"... uh, oh, sorry. I can't believe the word" love "popped out of Oulu's mouth..."

"Annoying. Shut up and listen"

Do you have a consciousness that it doesn't seem, Oul coughed up and went on.

"Raz was developing weapons. She was an unparalleled user of granting magic, genius. The weapon she had made had destroyed a thousand soldiers and had painstakingly antagonized Praeti, a small country, with Figlia.... but she has changed since she picked me up. I don't know what you thought when you saw the war orphans. Honestly, I've never resented her, and I never thought you'd stop developing weapons. But Raz stopped developing weapons and turned the country against the enemy. Are you just pushing Praeti into distress, or are you in contact with Figlia? Yes, because they suspected it."

Oul there, cut the word once. Until now, Cass's report has kept him calm. That outrage was something that even I couldn't predict. Breathe tight, and Oul continues his words.

"The tower we live in was besieged by Praeti soldiers, and all we had to do was wait for death. And Raz cursed me and ordered me. 'Give my neck to the soldier and plead for help' …. I did the right thing. I put the one I loved most in this world in this hand, and I let the soldier glow, and let his crude life live and last. It has nothing to do with my will."

Far more than I thought, Oul could even say so.

"This is a simple fact. I'm not willing to deny the beauty of my love. I'm not even willing to call trust meaningless. But it is overshadowed by power. Force. Intelligence. Magic. Financial power. power. Any love or bond is powerless before overwhelming power. No matter how much you love them, people must, betray you. By the power to cross that love."

Oul loved Raz more than anyone. I was confident in that love. You can throw and hit everything you want. No matter what kind of sight you encounter, only she will try to protect you. Pure, the boy who didn't know the world believed that much.

"I'm not stubborn about the world. I'm not afraid to interact with others because I'm traumatized. Such things have been overcome at about 20 or 30 years old. Eunice, as you loved me by my curse. As it was trampled by my brother. Let even the devil, even God, perish in time. Every thing that lives in this world has no power to fight violence."

Therefore Oul asked for strength. I pathologically asked for the only thing that could solve everything. And in fact, with power, he has torn trust, killed friendships, broken ties, and deprived love.

"... right"

Eunice knows that better than anyone. Born a hero, she has saved many people so far, and has retrieved thousands of times that death.

There are countless people who cannot be saved, in order to be called heroes by the power of men. People are bound to die, and if they die, even their thoughts disappear.

"But I still believe you. Give me an oul. Love me oul."

I looked forward with unwavering eyes, and clearly, Eunice said so.

Is it evil to seek or king to serve? That was settled before I heard the story. I'm just satisfied to find out that the love and trust from Oulu she felt wasn't a lie or a lie. Even if it was beyond power, it did exist.

"It's not like it was planted with curses and allusions. I love the oul I felt in my heart. So, please. Just... just trust me."

Eunice hugged and mouthed the oul. An instant stray stops Oul's arm trying to hold him reflectively. At that moment Eunice slipped through his arms, smiled and said.

"Goodbye."

Blood blows up like a joke and her smile flips.

Lots of rolling Eunice necks. Beyond that there was the figure of Zytreed, who erected a sword wet in blood without any emotion in his expression.