Maou no Hajimekata

It's a one-of-a-kind opportunity, Merizand thought.

Ask anything for a day.

Oul's too defenseless proclamation was powerful enough to revive Merizand's former ambitions.

I'm not dissatisfied with my current life.

If it fails, Merizand will lose everything.

I knew it was a stupid wish.

Yes, but she finally couldn't get rid of it.

We must proceed with caution so that things are not distracted by that cunning and cautious demon king.

Even if it's too late.

Merizand gathers the insignificant, but precisely necessary information…

And the day of the decision came.

"You want to hear about the New World?

"Mm-hmm. Regardless, I have eyes for written reports. But there will still be leaks in the text, and most importantly, there won't be anything called intensity? I thought it was a souvenir story, so why don't you tell me?"

"I don't mind..."

To Merizand's wishes, Oul gives a bewildered and suspicious look.

"Are you sure? Go out of your way to use a praise medal for that. Whether it's a whole day or not, if you want to make some time to talk..."

"No, you don't have to strain yourself that far. It's been a long time since I've seen you face to face, so feel free to tell me."

Merizand whines inside, still somewhat suspicious.

Nevertheless, I know perfectly well that it is a man named Oulu who tries to be alarmed and takes every action.

Conversely, the degree to which it is somewhat suspicious is not any obstacle because it is.

"If that's what you are, well. But when it comes to talking, what should we talk from?"

"The report would have said she had a daughter. It's definitely called Sophia..."

"Oh... again, it's a puzzle."

Mouth the tea and dampen the throat, Oulu nods.

"I don't know why, but they recognize me as a parent."

"I heard that. Anything, they call me Daddy, don't they?"

If Merizand put it in a tone that included laughter, Oulu made a tannic surface.

"Don't tease me. I know it's not such a pattern."

"What, are you kidding me or something? Doesn't it look good? Dad."

"To tell you not to tease me"

Merizando leaks a sneaky laugh at the raging owl.

But it's also an act. It's an act to hide your true aim.

"Speaking of daughters, do you even offer any guarantees to the princesses of the Royal Figlian family?

That was the story of the former Queen of Figlia and her princess, who were also at the core of the nations that Oulu took over and ruled… and the daughters who had given birth to them.

They are not involved in the operation of the dungeon, and therefore are unlikely to be a problem if discarded. But unlike Sophia, they are undoubtedly children who draw Oul's blood.

Emotionally and morally, I couldn't just throw it away.

"Mm-hmm. To each and every one of us on the boulder, I don't know, but I plan to take some time."

"I see. You're a pretty good father."

If the words were thrown to make fun of him even more, for some reason Oul was silent rather than angry.

"What's up?

"No... I can't even say yes"

When Merizand asks suspiciously, Oul shakes his head with a difficult look.

"I don't have a parent. Therefore, I don't really know how to deal with a parent or a child. At least not a good father."

That won't happen, Merizand thinks.

Even when Oul returned the other day, his daughters greeted him with joy and looked admired.

"So..."

But it wasn't that kind of consolation that leaked out of Merizand's mouth.

"Want to practice?

That was the word.

How did this happen?

Merizand was even asking himself in his heart.

Her body fit softly in Oul's arms and was on her knees.

And Oul's boneless palm caresses Merizand's head clumsily.

How did this happen?

Merizand whines once more in her heart about repeated inquiries.

"Hey."

Melizando shook his body frighteningly as he heard a blushing and murmuring Oul in his ear.

"Now... what do you think"

Why don't you try thinking of me as your daughter and practice stroking me even on my knees.

But in this strange place, the seriousness of the demon king joked and said, "Is it worth a try?" And he put it into action.

"Ugh, um... well, isn't it bad?

"What's that nasty answer? Rate it well."

Even so, I think Merizand.

Safe and warm to keep your back in a disappointing body, covered in this soothing arm.

I don't know how to put my strength into it, the feel of my palms stroking my hair without a scratch.

A distinct fragrance that drifts slightly and a slight breath that can be heard from the ear.

Which is so great.

(- etc., there is no way I can say!

Where and how did I make a mistake? All I could say was that Merizand's plan that had been worked out came here and completely disintegrated.

The plan is to pretend to make fun of the owl and sweeten it like a daughter.

"I don't know what you're talking about. Hey, Merizand."

Oul's hand stops with a voice containing slight irritation.

Merizand felt sorry, relieved.

"Either way, I got your guidelines and listened to the evaluation, but I can't go on. In fact, act like my daughter. I'll treat you like a daughter too."

"Hey, what?!?

But that goes on until I hear the word of Oul.

The former Virgin, who lived thousands of years, panicked at the Demon King's suggestion, which far exceeded her expectations.

"Do you have that way of speaking to your parents? Call me Father, Mary."

I wonder if you're joking, and I look at Owl's face unexpectedly, but his expression is serious in itself.

"Well..."

Slurping throat, Merizand raises her voice to squeeze it out.

"Thank you..."

That was the first word she ever uttered in her long life.

Because Merizand also doesn't know his parents.

"Mm-hmm. So what do you want my father to do? It's Mary."

Nodding contentedly, Oul asks.

This is an act for practice. This is an act for practice. This is an act for practice.

Merizand muttered so three times in his heart, never saying his will.

"I want you to be high..."

"What?

Merizand regretted what he had said to Oul, who seemed surprised.

Come to think of it, what you look like now is something I borrowed from Marie.

Far past ten, old enough no longer to be a child. It will weigh quite a bit.

I asked for it as if it were a toddler.

You want to be sweet.

If he repents, Oul's hands are plugged into his sides, along with his tender voice.

The moment I wondered, Merizand's body was being lifted lightly.

"Sora, is this good?"

"Ugh, yeah......"

Oul stands up as he is and lifts Merizand's body high.

"Well, isn't it heavy?

"Don't insult me. When you weigh alone, it's like cotton. Sora."

As it was, he turned his body and shook it to look like he was swinging Merizand.

"Wow, wow, wow, wow!

"I'm holding it. Something dangerous... whoa."

Oul's arms come off, and Merizand breathes as he dances through the universe.

But that was only for a moment.

When he wonders if Merizand's body was taken by something invisible, he then slips down the hill and delivers into Oulu's arms. It was a slope created in an invisible labyrinth (La Burinthos) similar to the one that took Marie during the battle against the rhinocampus.

"Surprised?

"I'm already surprised. You're messing with me!

To an oul that sounds like a prank, Merizand shakes his arm up.

and noticed that the fist was strangely small.

"Is that...?

If you look closely, your body was shrinking everywhere, and your hair, which was fluffy and loosely wavy, was stretched straight out onto Merizand's shoulder.

It's not a photograph of Marie's body. It's what Merizand is.

"If you're going to imitate a parent or a child, it's easier to do that."

"... yeah"

Merizand snorted, clamping his forehead against Oulu's chest plate, closing his eyes.

"... you knew that"

And undo the tone and ask in a low voice.

The face hidden with the hair and the breasts of the oul was stained bright red with shame.

I don't know what method you used, but the curse of synchronizing Merizand's appearance with Marie is quite powerful. At least it's not like it's easy to solve on this occasion.

If so, it must have been prepared in advance.

"Well, I don't know what to do"

Oul strokes his glossy Merizando hair in air love.

"... more"

In response to the request of his little wife, who grumbled with her face down, Oul often lived a time of calm.