Maou no Hajimekata

That was a coincidence when it came to coincidence, and inevitably.

Or maybe that's what people call fate.

She, Radix Flumen, found him just when she was stuck with the idea of a new weapon to develop.

The city's market went out to change moods. At the corner of the road, he was sitting around with a grumpy look. Dirt painted, lifeless face. Clothes like pieces of worn cloth. A frigid body. He looked like a common orphan, everywhere.

This little country, Praeti, is now in the middle of a war with its neighbour, Figlia. Plus, a losing sight of battle. There is nothing we can do about supplies that are diminishing day by day, although they are holding out with new weapons somehow. Folk grass hungered for poverty, people's hearts rough, insecurity worsened, and the roads were flooded with orphans.

In the meantime, it was the color of that hair that she kept an eye on him. Same as her, amber. Gold and red are not uncommon, but the brown colour in the middle is just a little uncommon. But more unusual than that was the magic that leaked out of the ends of his body.

The quantity itself is no big deal. Yearly, very slight. But the color was too similar to Radix's magic. The color of magic often appears in my hair. This is not the case when the color of the hair itself is dark, but generally the color of the hair and the color of the magic often work together.

But its color is a thousand different, even if it looks the same. Same voice, not at all. In that, his magic looked so much like even Raz, who bears the name of a genius, could be confused with his own.

"Hello"

That's why it's not about that being of any use or anything. I guess that was just a whim. With a stuck head, maybe there was something wrong. Anyway, Raz stood in front of him when he realized, speaking up.

"Are you going to be my child?

Blurry and the boy looks up at Raz. And I nodded slightly.

"Take your clothes off first, put them in the cage there"

Taking off his clothes as he was told, Raz threw the naked boy into the water hall.

"Do you know how to use Yukan?

To Raz's inquiry, the boy shook his head to the side. When it comes to baths, steam baths are common in this country, and the hot tub of a house in Laz filled with water was a rarity that only some rich people had. The boy must have never been in there.

"... okay. Well, I'll teach you how to use it, so remember once and for all."

From what I've seen, the boy just said seven or eight precisions. Raz decided not to care and invited him to the Yukan himself when he took off his clothes and got naked.

"First, shrug the water in a handkerchief and clean it up over your body"

Raz poured water from the tub from his head on the boy, and bathed himself in the water.

"Next, apply oil to your body… remove dirt with a skin cleanser (stridyl)"

Raz takes the oil out of the bottle placed in the corner of the bathroom and applies it to the boy's body. Then, a small thing hanging from the boy's groin turned wide back against Mukumuk.

……

Raz breathes unexpectedly wondering if even such a young boy would have the desire to say so, but pretends not to notice and rubs his skin hard against a metal called strigil.

Then, the funnier the blur and dirt are rubbed off. Yukan must have never had a shabby bath or anything.

"Try it yourself."

When Raz commands, the boy nods and receives Stryzil and begins to rub his body in appearance. The abrasion seemed painful by the way, but he rubbed off all the dirt from his body as he flaunted his face.

"If you can remove the dirt, take another bath of water and go into the tub"

Raz ordered the boy to go into the tub and began to tarnish himself. The boy seemed to get out of sight of Raz and take care to keep him out of sight as much as possible.

...... interesting. Raz groaned so in his chest and began rubbing his body indefensibly as if intentionally to show him its nakedness. Then, while the boy tried not to look at her, he occasionally glanced at her in the guise of coincidence or casual wind.

Do you think they haven't noticed? The immature and shallow desire of the young boy reflected ridiculously cutely in Raz's eyes.

"Speaking of which, you didn't even name it yet."

After finishing bathing in the water and for now wearing Raz's sleeping roll on the boy, Raz asked. She naturally didn't have a man's clothes for children. I said the clothes he was wearing, or the blurring was stained with a terrible smell, so I immediately threw them away.

"I'm Radix. You just have to call me Raz. And you?"

"Theodore."

"... that's a good name"

The first time I heard the boy's voice, Raz was surprised. Because that voice was much lower than I had imagined. Already, a voice change has begun.

"Theo, how old are you?

"I don't know.... 13, or 4... I think"

Raz was shocked by the words. It's about twice as big as I thought. His poor nutritional status was preventing him from growing more than he thought.

"... throw away that name. From today on, you're my apprentice.... Right."

Raz said with a little thought.

"From today on, name me Ain. Ain't Soph Oul. that's your name. Listen to me as an apprentice magician and work hard. That way, I'll feed you a delicious meal every day and teach you magic. Okay?"

Ain snorted and answered.

"Okay."

"'I get it'. Looks like I'm gonna have to tell you from the words."

Raz sighed.

"... did you just..."

"Yeah?"

Raz looks to Ain, who asks in a pompous, unfamiliar salute.

"Earlier...... hot water too, every day......?

"Well, of course. I hate being unhygienic."

Are you referring to answering that reflexively and then maybe going in together? And Raz thought so.

Fulfilling, the hunch was half right. Although Ain never asked aggressively from himself for it, he wanted to bathe somewhat with Raz.

Raz got a little lost when he found out he was just a little kid but ended up choosing to bathe with him.

Even if he was attacked, he couldn't use loco magic, because he didn't think he'd lose with arm power to him in the poor minister's body, and most importantly because his trick was strange, turning his face bright red and turning away from his face, but still looking softly at the flickering and razz.

Until now, there has been nothing to see her as a woman who has been called and feared a witch. It was an unquestionable fact that the weapon she made supported this country, but more than that, that merciless and powerful weapon and everyone had a potential fear for her to create it.

Ein's immature passion for admiring her in such innocence and occasional glimpses was comforting to Raz. The feeling that I am not just a weapon, but a woman. It filled her heart.

Ein was a boy with no learning and poor body, but he was smart. He soon remembered his chores in general and began to take care of everything around Raz. He was entrusted with cooking, cleaning, laundry and all the other chores, and Raz was immersed in research.

Although Raz had a slightly cleanliness glitch, he had a troubled personality to say he was not good at cleaning himself. I rarely clean, but I can't stand being dirty. I have no choice but to do a thorough cleaning every few months until I feel shiny.

It was by the hands of Ain, who worked worthy, that the tower in which she lived was always carefully polished from end to end and neatly tidy. Raz rejoiced that this was a good pick up, and gave him all the knowledge he could adore and know.

Ain then absorbed her knowledge as if the old cloth were going to suck water, and after six months she was enough to work as her assistant. Well remembered godchildren are cute things. Raz liked him more and more and more, putting him beside himself without letting go for a moment.

"Done!

"Good day, Master"

That was the day Ain became Raz's apprentice, about two years later.

Raz stretches his spine all the way and sighs of relief. Over the past few months, we've finally finished designing the weapons we've been working on. In her view, this should have made her even more efficient by about 30%.

"Ain't got a bath"

"I already have it."

"Mm, sassaru!

Raz praised his well-prepared beloved apprentice and took him to the Yukan. Take off your clothes as quickly as usual and enter the bathroom. The water bathed in tired bodies was pleasant, but it was a little billion-dollar to tarnish. or so, there is no option to omit it. She's sloppy, but she likes to be clean.

"Uh, Dahl. That's right, Ain. You wash it."

Raz, who was totally set to bathe with him, asked his disciple to do so without any concern.

"Oh, am I...?

"Yeah. Don't hurt me"

The wealthy, like having their own water hall, mostly deal with slaves. Raz didn't hire him because he didn't really like slaves, but his body was more common to let slaves wash him. Ein is not a slave, but it does not change that he is absolutely obedient to Raz, the master. Her orders were not so unnatural.

"... excuse me"

When Ain takes the fragrance oil in his hand, he starts applying it to Raz's body with a clumsy hand. With the stiffness and size of his palm, Raz suddenly realized that he was growing with an age-appropriate body.

I didn't realize it because I poked each other in the face every day, but Ain's body, which slept with Raz and improved his nutritional status, grew and grew fast as if taking revenge until then. His head, which was about on Raz's chest, is sometime as tall as hers.

Ain's arms grew thicker than ever, and his knowledge of witchcraft became quite proficient in things beyond Raz. If he wants to force Laz to attack now, Laz won't be able to resist. Laz was stunned by the fact and, most importantly, the fact that it was not so disgusting.

In an even clerical manner, Ein carefully but gently removes the dirt from Raz's body.

"... that's about it, that's enough"

"Ah."

Suddenly embarrassed, Raz pushed his body. Unexpectedly following his gaze as he raised his voice to his surprise, there he was himself stiff and angry, turning back all the time sticking to his navel.

Raz's chest rang and beat as if to strike an early bell.

"... you saw me naked and did so much?

"Sorry!

To his excitement and disgrace, Ain lowered his head with his face bright red to his ears.

"You shouldn't. I can't believe I want to be a teacher..."

Raz took Ain's arm and tangled his own, as if provoking. Somewhere in her heart, she clearly realized that she expected him to attack herself and offend her like a beast.

"Master..."

With a bewildered and troubled look Ain stared at her face.

"You want to hold me?

After a long tour, Ain snorted.

"... fine. But hold on, after you clear your body. Can you stand it?"

"Yes......!

Raz grinned at him with a faint and strange voice in reply.

Making his body nervous and watching him in a hurry gives Raz a little room in his mind. She disguised herself as a handsome breeze and sank herself into the tub in the water as if nothing had happened.

In its heart, he raised his chest to what would be happening, and Raz did a glimpse into Ain's nakedness. If you look closely, his body will be quite manly at some point, and his meat spear stands hard without being able to hide it.

When I thought that something like that would get into me, Raz felt like nothing more than anxiety and anticipation. She still didn't know the man.

Eventually they cleansed their bodies and the two who had been warmed up took them together and headed to Laz's bedroom. At that time Raz secretly took a bottle of fragrance oil and hid it in his nightwear.

"Come on, Ain.... Welcome"

Raz lay in bed and invited his disciples as he anointed his secrets with the oil.

"Master...... Huh!

Unfortunately Ain covered himself with razz and slammed against his lips.

"Don't panic."

Whispering softly at Ain's cheek, Raz mouthed him again and plunged his tongue in. Ain't responding to that in a shabby move.

"Fine... come"

His throat rattled and Ain shoved its stiffness against the secrets of Raz.

"Here"

Softly guiding its tip position to its center, Raz shook herself to excitement, expectation, and just a few expectations. Ain put a lot of effort into it and poked her hips all the way to the back of her.

"... ugh, Ain...! A woman's body is more... gentle."

Plenty of lukewarm with oil. There, the insertion itself took place smoothly. The pain of the tortoise spreads into the twitching and razzing womb. It was a loss of purity but a late pain, but Ein mistakenly mistook her for suffering because of her immaturity in technology.

"Shh, excuse me..."

"Slower..."

He snorted, consciously moving his hips slowly. A sense of comfort that paralyzes every penetration runs through the entire body from the groin. He felt desperate for his teacher to even penetrate his desires.

"Hmm... Fine, even a little quicker..."

Raz turned his arm around Ain's neck and exhaled sweetly. The pain gradually draws away and instead sweet pain springs up from the back of the fetus. Ein nods and slowly stops the speed of the sampling.

"Master...! Me, already... Huh!

Ain held the razz all the time and raised his voice to the cutting end.

"Ain......! Yeah, fine, let it out... Huh! Take it, I'll give it to you...!

holding his body back, Raz said. Raz felt something hot filling his fetus as Ain's body shook in vigorously a few degrees.

Then their lives changed. They layered their skin every night and exchanged love in the bedroom, in the bathroom, in the lab, everywhere in the seating they lived.

For Raz, Ain was his beloved apprentice, became his irreplaceable lover, and for Ain, Raz became the only one.

"Master..."

"You call me Raz, right?

Ambushed by Ain, Raz said so while accepting its rigidity. She preferred to be mentally superior but physically subdued by Ain and forced to be half as forceful. She also asked him to desist from the reverence she had previously taught, and she asked him to speak at ease, and Ain did just that.

"Raz, do I have to stop working?

"Mmm... well, it's time to work on it..."

Leaving herself to the pleasure given by Ain, she shifted her thoughts to a design that has tended to lag behind lately.

"If the next stone fire arrow is completed, it will increase efficiency by 50%, so it should hold for a while"

"What efficiency is that?

It was the disciple's, simple question. Range distance, power and development costs. I understood those concepts, but I never asked about the term 'efficiency', which my teacher spoken of from time to time. She's calculating it. It's derived from a very complex formula, because she didn't think she could understand it without advanced knowledge.

"Well..."

Explained, Raz mumbled. By "efficiency," I mean "efficiency in killing people." Personnel, magic, costs. How much can you kill someone against them? At the end of the day, that's what she was after.

Easy, safe, no money, kill people. Raz was trying to make something like that.

"Master?"

Ain called for a master to cut words along the way.

"... nothing. It's a little hard to explain... I'll see you later on that story. More than that, don't you enjoy me now?

"Oh...... ok"

After all, she never explained the words to him.

Living in a line of research and barely touching others, she didn't realize it, even though she understood what it meant. But living with others, knowing the man, she realized. to the lives of the human beings who disappeared beyond that number.

Some of the weapons have been taken and used by enemies. It was certain that her weapon was causing more damage along with her enemy allies. Maybe Ein's parents are among them. That's what I said, she realized.

On that day, Raz gave some reason and began to refuse to develop weapons. The head of the Kingdom of Praeti, the client of the job, protested violently against her, including the fact that her original work tended to be delayed.

But Raz still didn't try to get a job. No, I couldn't. When she thought that the weapon she had made would eventually kill a man and that the scourge could also fall on Ain, her arms trembled, her fingers stopped moving, and the idea that it was gushing out like a fountain stopped.

And unfortunately for her, the kingdom considered it a will to rebel. It was also disastrous that Ain's origins were close to the border. They suspected it would be given to the enemy, Figlia.

"... I'm sorry I got involved, Ein"

There's nothing to be apologized for.

Refreshing, Ain't said that. There are Praeti soldiers lined up outside the hitch. If you are betrayed and enough to be grabbed by your enemies, I suppose it is your stomach to kill any bird that stops ringing. After seeing how it was going, Raz finally realized that there was no aftermath in this country.

"I will not die until you. I've killed many people, not to mention indirectly, until now. You have to get that reward.... but you're not"

"I'm a disciple of Raz. If Raz is evil, I'll gladly name him an evil sorcerer."

Ain said, pulling Raz's hand.

"Let's get out of here, Raz. Run away and live together in some distant country"

To him like that, Raz shook his head sideways.

"I can't do that. They're completely surrounded. I can't escape."

The soldiers are armed with crossbows developed by none other than Raz. Raz understood more than anyone that flying in the sky would not allow him to escape. The magic of translocation is in the research phase, not at a level that can be practiced.

"... ok"

Knowing that neither of us could escape, Ain exhaled heavily.

"I wish I were dead. It's my fault Raz suspected the inside man."

"... sorry Ain"

A muscle, tears streamed down Raz's cheek.

"This life was saved by Raz. If you're dumped for Raz, you have no remorse."

Raz shook his neck to the side to Ain, who said with a sappy look.

"" Ein Sof Oul ". I command you as a master. Take my neck and surrender to the soldiers with it."

"Nah......!?

To the cursed word, Ein's body moved forcibly and took the sword in his hand.

"Raz!? What do you mean!? Why, this... stop it! I don't want to live until I kill you!

I'm sorry. Once again, Raz squeaked like that in his chest. Because the words Ain shouted were intact, and her heart intact. I don't want to live until I kill Ain. The ego, she pressed on Ain.

"Stop... Stop!!

Ain tried to stop his arm somehow, putting his strength all over his body. But its body, bound by its true name, does not listen to him at all, and pulls its sword out of its sheath.

When Raz had settled in correctly, he turned up so that he could easily expose his white neck. And close your eyes and pray. I hope one day he will be happy...... I'm glad he's alive and I hope he will.

For that reason, I don't mind this soul falling into purgatory.

Oul shook his arm, straight to the side. After a moment the sword was wielded precisely and her neck jumped the universe. For just one moment, she thought, at the end of the day, you were out of your back with his figure in your eyes.

Ain, as he was told, surrendered to Praeti soldiers with Raz's neck. His body was held captive and interrogated, but they knew that he could inherit Raz's knowledge and make similar weapons. No, they imprisoned Ain and made him build weapons.

A few months later, Ain's weapon simultaneously lost its function and erupted. The Kingdom of Praeti will thereby be defeated by the Kingdom of Figlia and its name will be erased from the map.

"Lil, I need to ask you something... what is this room?"

Oul looked in the room and glanced at him. Lil's room was littered with weapon blueprints and books, so scattered that there was no foot treadmill, and the lord of the room was just reading the book as he rolled all over the bed.

"Clean up a little. You always say that not cleaning up a room is proof you can't do your job."

With a shudder, Oulu picks them up scattered on the floor and starts to tidy up.

"That's a razz takeover, isn't it?

He pulled out the memories he would remember, and Lil asked.

"That's right. Raz's room would have always been clean, wouldn't it?

But that's not all Oulu was cleaning up.

Lil knows that although it happened to be just after cleaning when he picked up the oul, it wasn't usually any different from this room.

"This is what Raz was like."

"... so I'm telling you not to mourn my memories!

Lil grinned shards at the yelling oul.

... Owl seems happy now because of you.

Yes, speak to yourself in your previous life.