Maou no Hajimekata

It was at a young age that Zana first met Uselmart, when her mother was still alive.

By that time, neither Himro nor the Sahara were hostile, and royalty interacted with each other, touching folds and attending ceremonies and such.

It was in a seat at such a party that she met him.

Though young, its appearance was rigorous and noble, and the flesh wrapped in brown skin was full of vitality and confidence.

But most importantly, it was his eyes that attracted Zana.

Strong eyes overflowing with hegemony and not even trying to hide their rolling ambitions.

Like a white blade swinging in darkness. Like a violently poisoned snake. Like a hawk that can control the sky.

Beautiful enough to be dangerous, Zana was fascinated by him to the point of fear.

I immediately realized that he was not as interested in Zana.

Xana put in an effort to do everything she could to get him interested at all.

He brushed his skin, toned his hair, learned icing and witchcraft, and honed himself up as a woman and a witch.

And when Usermart finally asked me to invite him to his room, it was something that went up so far.

But what Usellmart, who had been unwittingly invited to the court, did was kidnap Zana's sister, Yeldave.

The kingdom of Himro, which had lost the witch of the sun, had never before been closed in deep snow, and the people starved, and her mother, the queen who ran to its response, had left the world by persisting in her illness, and Zana had grown young and become queen.

Losing everything, she was wrapped up in deep hatred.

Hate for Uselmart, who deceived himself and betrayed him.

Hate for Yeldave, chosen by him.

And most importantly - I can't abandon my admiration for him even though he's not fooled, my hatred for my stupid self.

But happy or unhappy, there was another thing left for her.

Such a poor folk who obeys such a foolish king and is in pain.

People who have no sins, gasp for poverty, but admire themselves.

You have to reward them for living in a cold land but with a warm heart.

Zana was not a good woman, but wished to be a good king.

With the help of the Goddess of the Moon, who pitied the foolish Ice (H) Queen who was fled by Yang (H), save her sister, kill Usermart, and destroy herself. I don't care what hand you use.

Various kinds of love and hate mixed in, and that was the only hope Zana ever had.

That hope was fulfilled two times, not one.

Zana awoke from a long dream.

Patchouli opens her eyes and Zana wakes her torso.

I feel like I was dreaming. But I can't remember what a dream it was.

Were you crying? My cheeks were wet.

And...

"I did it..."

I saw an oul sleeping next door, and she held her head.

I can't remember what my dream was about, but ironically I could have remembered it keenly if it was last night's memory.

Zana drinks herself up like a bath, gets tangled up in an oul, complains, cries, throws up two or three times, and is transported to this room where she can no longer walk...

(ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh......)

Anyway, if it was attacked, it was totally attacked by Zana.

(I just have to kill him)

That's what Zana decided. Now is your chance to sleep.

It's worse to be cautious because you originally declared to kill him.

In order to be complete, Zana receives the revelation of the Goddess of the Moon.

"... you've been very enthusiastic in the morning"

If you noticed, Zana had a mouthful on Oulu.

"Ohhhhh, you were awake!?

"In my head. Oh, and if it makes a scene, but I don't want to, I'll wake up"

Zana jumped out of panic from Oulu, who answered with a face to his sleeping face.

"I mean, Master Marina, what are you doing!?

While the goddess is manipulating Zana's body, she's conscious, but she doesn't even know what Marina will do, nor why she did it. Although it is not uncommon to weigh her intentions beyond people's ability to recognize, this time it was completely pointless.

"... you have no idea who you are"

But Oul seemed calm, and said so as if he were frightened.

"What do you mean!

"Well, if you don't know, it's still good now"

I think it's an overprotective thing to do with the Moon Goddess, but I don't know if I can keep an eye out for this either.

"What the hell are you talking about..."

"It's weird. I'm tired."

The matter of Usermart has been cleared up for now, but Oulu's work is piling up.

Handling of the demon palace pulled from the continent to repair the dungeon destroyed by the invasion of the corpses.

I have to unseal Marie and Yeldave, and I have to look for Hosseri, who was disappearing from the pyramid.

There is also the question of the governance of the land of sand, which has lost its king. Even tyrants are kings. Without it, the country would not turn, nor would it go to abandon the people.

But that too, at least after another night's sleep.

He continued to work with almost insomniac rest for seven days, and the boulder oul was exhausted.

"Let him sleep a little more anyway. I'll listen to as much as I want afterwards."

Oulu holds Zana naked as she bites off the raw stretch.

"Hey......!

"Take responsibility for beating people up."

Oul closed his eyes as he embraced its soft body.

"... it's not funny that you're as gullible as me."

Oul did not answer Zana in a stubborn tone, but just stroked her hair.

Sure, it's a scarce body for irregularities, but the smoothness of its skin, the luster of its hair, just feels good to be touching. The luxurious and soft limb cuddling was difficult to exhaust in the brush tongue.

The soul that remains connected communicates to Zana many times more eloquently than Oulu's such feelings in his mouth.

"... you have no choice."

Sigh, and by the time Zana gave forgiveness, Oul had already stood to sleep.

Xana unwittingly laughs at him wrinkling between his brows until he is asleep and sleeping with his expression as if he were angry.

... how many years has it been, like laughing instead of acting?

With all that being said, Xanas just need a little more, let's not kill Oulu.

Somehow, I thought so.