Maou no Hajimekata

"Eve......!? Why, you...!

As Oulu had confirmed beforehand, the soundproofing in this room is perfect. Even if my ears are flat on the door, I can't hear the voices inside.

You will also be able to eavesdrop if you have the all-knowing power that the sun god Igalk brings, but you have the power of Marina, the goddess of the moon against Zana. Even if it could not be prevented, it should have been possible to perceive it if a peek had been made.

"I forgot to tell you..."

Oulu said he was shabby in a blurry tone.

"On its collar, instead of removing the soul-sealing function, it lets it have another function"

In a hurry Zana turns her gaze to Yeldave's neck. There, too, the same collar was fitted.

"Ah... oh..."

Before anger, despair and fear dominate Zana's heart.

Everything, it's been known. It is the power of Atom, the sun god used by Uselmart, to look at the past. In the heart and in the past, Yeldave cannot be seen.

That it was Zana's fault that Yeldave was captured by Uselmart.

And that Zana is jealous of Yeldave.

They know both of them.

"Please don't!

Xanah's hand, reflexively stretched out to her throat, was held down as Yeldave jumped.

"hey... why"

Zana stops moving for a moment, to her surprise. Her technique of being released in the blink of an eye is not like watching a move and then jumping in time. Yeldave was now moving ahead of Zana.

"Pass it on, it's coming..."

Yeldave softly touches his collar and says as he moves his unfamiliar tongue diligently.

"Your sister's, my heart's voice."

"No way...... this is it?

Later, Zana noticed. The collar does not simply convey her voice to Yeldave. I even told him what I thought in his head. Just like when I connected Oul to his soul.

"Drain and trap the soul of what you have worn. It's an evil hobby magic guide, but I don't recognize its usefulness. If you take out only part of it this way, you can also read the idea."

If we connect our souls themselves, it is impossible to hide each other's thoughts. But if you take out only part of it and read it, this is easy. Because all you have to do is communicate the additional features of the collar that were originally designed to speak as an external voice to the wearer of another collar and to Oulu himself.

Removing the soul alive or stabilizing it in a place other than the flesh is highly out-of-the-box difficult. Regardless of what a good surgeon like Oulu would do to himself, it is a medium skill to accomplish with or without a collar on. That's all you can admit, Oul thought.

"It's not fair to talk about just one. You can ask your sister what she thinks."

Saying, Oulu follows Yeldave's collar with his magical fingertips. The previously restricted features opened up and her mind poured all at once into Zana's head.

I have no desire to blame or resent Zana there. Only a feeling of concern and consideration for her has eloquently entered Zana's heart more than tens of thousands of words.

"Why... are you..."

"All the time, what I've been watching"

Yeldave lays his eyes down as he wipes the Shizuku that conveys Zana's cheeks with his fingertips.

"All I could do was watch. Your sister's nails peel off, and you train her to ice until her blood freezes and covers her fingers. Running around the country, supporting and defending the lives of the people. … to help me, even to offer my purity."

No, Xana shook her neck loose.

"No... no... that's not a fine thing. I... just for revenge. Drop it, my... self-esteem, just to protect it"

Even without putting it into words, Zana's heart passes to Yeldave, and her sister's heart reflects it as if it were a mirror and returns to the Ice Queen.

"No, sister. As you can see, will you...?

Yeldave held Zana's hand and stared into her eyes.

"Surely there may have been a dark mark in your heart. But... the heart that thinks of me, the people, is not a lie. It's certainly here, there is."

Zana's eyes also caught Yeldave's moisturizing eyes.

"You're too high an ideal."

He strokes his head in a pompous manner, and beckons... but with a gentle voice, Oul tells.

"Something that is always definitely, without a personal heart, the best and best king, etc. If you were there, that's not human. Something worse."

"So... but I, ha"

"Show him."

Seeing Xana wandering her gaze as she roamed, Oul squeaks his jaw at Yeldave.

"O Igalk the Sun God... inform me of the end of the other side."

The sight of the far side follows behind Yeldave's brain, whining small and praying. It spread through the statue of the mind, into Zana's sight.

"I thank Her Majesty for her grace today."

'You know, if you were all that prank, you wouldn't be such a fine lady like Zana!

"Cheers to our queen!

It was. It was gratitude and awe for Zana, who goes up to people's mouths here and there in a small country.

If it wasn't forced on anyone, it wasn't something that would make anyone listen. Naturally enough to put it into words, it's rooted in the people of Himro.

"Little little, flying country if you blow it. That's why, everyone, I know. How much sacrifice has your sister made to protect this country? How much power have you done? How much love you've poured."

Gently Yeldave hugged Zana's body.

"What the king of this country deserves is you, sister. … not just me, but everyone will keep their mouths together and say so"

A whimper sounded quietly in the room.

"... Well"

He continued to cry for nearly four and a half minutes, and Oul raised his voice roughly as Zana finally settled down.

"It's Zana. I command you as your Lord. Keep ruling Himro as king."

Xana snorts small, but clearly. Oul nodded back to his satisfaction and stood up, looking around.

"And... by the next time you come, do something about this room. In such a murderous landscaped room, the atmosphere was nothing."

Oulu doesn't really care about the atmosphere or anything, but there's a lot to it. Prison would still be more humane than Zana's room.

Yeldave pulled his arm off trying to leave him.

"What?"

"Um... promise,..."

If you look back suspiciously, unlike how you were convincing your sister until earlier, Yeldave sounds mosquito-like in an odd way.

"Promise?"

"Wow, I... hold me... you can have me."

"Oh... you mean that"

Oulu glances at Zana for a glimpse and shakes her head.

"Do it again. I don't feel that way about boulders now."

Oul's body, trying to turn his heel back, was being pushed down on the bed the next moment.

"... do what"

I pulled my arm. It wasn't Yeldave who did that. It's Zana. Should I say Zana, to be exact? Speaking of the power of a powerless woman, if two sisters pull at the same time, she also falls with an oul.

"Wouldn't it be terrible to leave people's bodies scattered and cared about and leave them alone?

"Leave it, even if you say so. How long do you think it's been since then?"

There's no way this careful woman could have revealed her true intentions or anything like that from what I've just spoken, and if she got drunk with alcohol, she wouldn't even have a decent word. I'm only talking about it until I let you get drunk with pleasure. It should have passed while I was crying in the first place such as physical expensiveness.

"What. I'm telling you two beauties like this are going to deal with you, but it's no use... there's no such thing as that, is there, Master?

What's that called? Xana stretches over the oul while she thinks, for example. Her bright white skin became dewy with only the coat I put on her when Yeldave came in.

"Or... Wow, isn't that attractive enough for us...?

On the contrary, even Yeldave takes off his clothes and asks anxiously as he exposes his rich brown skin.

"Wait. We would have talked about losing the power of the Sun God and his doings if he held you. Didn't I tell you that's what this country needs?

"Just now Eve showed me what this country looks like and I figured it out."

Zana replies to Oulu, who asks as he presses them together.

"To rule the country, such things... don't have to be, whatever, will be"

"Well, I guess so."

Oul nodded to Yeldave, who took over his sister's words and answered. Whatever the King's talent was, it certainly seemed unreasonable, even as Oulu, to rely on the unprincipled power of innate preparation to rule the country.

Though I thought I should be able to use what I can use.

"Besides,"

Zana frowns at her root with a serious look and tilts her neck small.

"If you can't be honest, you better be. If I had, I would rely on it, and then it would be the same thing Eve used in the Saharan country... and. I knew you'd be jealous, I guess."

That was even surprisingly, light-hearted tone to the person who let it go.

Because he was a demon king who never changed his attitude, knowing his ugliness and stupidity.

"Are you convinced? Master."

Where Oulu has lost his hand in objection, Zana can't resist him. Even if I don't argue with you, Oulu won't, even though Zana is a slave now, even though she's all in shape. It's just something you can order.

"... don't regret it"

I just say that, exhaling as deeply as I was frightened somewhere.

Well, this must have happened because he's such a demon king.

Xana gave herself to him, thinking so.