Maou no Hajimekata

"Why is Eve in Oulu's bed!

Oul wakes up with such a scream. The curtains mounted on the ceiling had been opened up, causing Xana to pour her gaze colder than ice toward the oul with the morning sun to plug in.

"Until I warmed it up because I said it was cold..."

"Then why are you both naked!

Speaking with his sleeping head, he is sharply returned, and Oul growls.

Yeldave, who sleeps easily with Oulu's arms on his pillow, is almost hidden in a duvet, but wearing nothing was evident with sticky legs, shoulders and, above all, clothes stripped off by the bed.

"The color mess is good too. Come on...! You're on your own to serve up here, but don't even get involved with my sister!

"Wait. This is..."

Without hearing Oulu's explanation, Zana tightens her curtains.

"Ah... good morning, sir..."

I woke up trying not to put it in, and to Yeldave, who fell asleep but laughed fuzzily, Oul sighed inside wondering what was going on.

"Xana. don't disturb your spirit. I can't send you directions."

"Shut up. That's all right!

With anger, all visibly frozen passages. Not that I should just freeze him, but sighing, Oul had no choice but to interfere with the ice with his own magic and draw a tattoo on the wall.

Preventing interference by the Sun God requires a clear sign that it is a dungeon of Oulu. That was the pattern painted on the wall, and at the same time it was a mediation to allow it to be maintained with the spiritual power of Yeldave so that the ice would not melt.

Yesterday I was also creating a tattoo at the point where Oulu manipulated Zana's abilities to produce ice to prevent wear out, but Zana, who looked frustrated, was unable to manipulate with that much accuracy.

The fact that he could not manipulate without ignoring his will was disastrous and hindered the manipulation even to the extent that he was unhappy with the owl.

I just want you to calm down because both Xanas and Ouls will drain heavily as a result, but it's a woman named Xanas who gets extra high if you explain or tell her poorly. You are called the Ice Queen, but its sexual roots are rather close to a fiery fire.

"That's...!

Still, the pace of progress itself is faster than on the first day, and before noon the Ouls plunge into the deepest part of the forest dungeon. And what I saw there was a white, shining passage of ice.

"You did it...!

Girilli and Zana bite off their back teeth. It is not in the form of a castle, but it soon became clear that it was a dungeon that reassembled Zana's castle.

"Calm down. Your men are safe."

"Yeah. It's okay. I'm calm.... very much."

As he said, Zana's spirit, which had been wavering until earlier, regained much calm. No, rather than calm, it was quiet as if it had frozen. Oul knew that was a bad sign, but that's why he pointed it out and nothing would happen.

"Come on. Let's go, Oul"

As if to show it, Zana's spirit had stopped accepting any Oulu manipulation.

"... it's cold"

At the time he took a step forward, Oul noticed the anomaly. The once visited castle of Zana was warm enough to be thickly dressed, but this ice corridor is terribly cold.

"Wait. I'll get you some clothes."

…… You don't have time for that. "

Whatever Zana is, Yeldave and Lamez are pretty thin. Xana waves her arms against the wall, abandoning so much to Oulu, who tries to get her cold clothes out, saying that she can't stand this cold very much. In an instant a tattoo was painted on the corridor wall, and she just proceeded.

"Wait, Zana!

"Don't give me orders! This is my castle, my dungeon!

If it's ice, they can not only create it, but they can also shred and reshape it. Even when she digs, the tattoo works properly, where it becomes the boundaries of the Oulu to inhibit the power of the Sun God.

"Damn...... you guys wait here!

When Oul handed Marie the change of clothes, she went after Zana alone. Her ice speeds are too fast, and chasing them in a group threatens to tear them apart.

"Zana! Wait! Stop! You can't prevent Sun God from interfering that way!

Running screaming, Zana's figure quickly vanished into the back of the labyrinth and became invisible.

"Damn......!

If you do engrave a tattoo on the wall, it will be the area of the oul. The Sun God cannot interfere directly with what is in it. Except for the wall itself, which engraved its pattern.

Not the ice that Zana creates and Yeldave maintains, but the ice itself of Zana's castle, which she moved to this occasion, is likely ruled by the Sun God.

If so, it can be erased at any time, like a sandy cabinet.

As he pursued Zana to the back, Oul noticed that his exhalation was stained white. It's not because I ran and my temperature went up. The ambient temperature itself is dropping.

On the contrary, gradually white things began to glimmer around, and the wind blew and the ice and snow hit me to say it was indoors.

"Zana! Are you there!?

I've been following the pattern painted on the wall, so it's never been wrong. Zana should definitely be ahead of us. But I don't think anything went ahead with this snowstorm, and Oul raised his voice.

But all that comes back is the sound of the wind. I'm not even sure if I heard it in this blizzard in the first place.

Fu comes to mind, Oul tries her manipulation by interfering with the curse painted on Zana's chest. I wish I had cooled my head somewhat with this snowstorm, but when I checked the magic, etc., there was a response to the surface more than I expected.

Following that connection in reverse, Oulu proceeds with his foot in the snowstorm. And while I didn't do anything, I found her standing up.

Precisely, she's surrounded by countless ice statues.

"Oulu......"

Noticing the presence of Oulu, Zana looks back. The face was vain and had no expression on it, but it looked like Oul was crying.

"I..."

"We'll talk later. Build a wall."

Urging, Oul manipulates Zana to create an ice wall to surround ourselves. It also meant preventing the Sun God from interfering, but to prevent it from freezing to death more than that.

"Zana, I'm taking my clothes off."

The two clothes are snowy and shockingly wet. It's obvious to freeze to death as it is. Oulu takes the white coat out of the leather bag and leaves Zana, and goes to take off her clothes.

"Owl, I... I froze everyone."

It was like being stripped off my clothes but saying it wasn't here in my heart, and Zana was pompous and such.

"Right."

That ice statue that was surrounding Zana. That it is the people of Himro, Oulu also expected. It must have been manipulated by the Sun God, attacked Zana, and in return.

"I... I knew they were the ones who attacked me... I know, but I froze them...!

"I see."

Oulu manipulates Zana to raise her arm, then pulls out her sleeve and pushes her wet clothes into the leather bag.

"I had no hesitation whatsoever. I... even they abandoned me..."

Whether Oul's gavel is in his ear or not, Zana covers her face with both hands.

Get your hands out of my way.

Pushing that hand down, Oul peeled his underwear off Zana.

"Isn't this underwear, pad too thick for anything?

But to that word, which was casually thrown, the Ice Queen's patience broke through the limits.

"... what are you from earlier!? People are grieving, so let's just say it's comforting! How dare you take my bra!

"Are you such an asshole? Stop playing tragic heroine. If you get attacked, you'll decide to fight back."

To Oulu's point, Zana pulls her mouth together for a long time.

"Rather, the ones who are manipulated and attack their master are worse. That's who you think you are."

"... yes. I think so. I... can't take care of one thing after all. I can't love one thing. Because."

Xana said with a painful look.

"After all, no one really loves me..."

"Didn't the people admire you as king?

Oulu asks. 'Cause that's how you convinced me.

"For the people, I am only a substitute for my dead mother in the end. Because for Master Marina... nothing had to be me. He just sympathized and helped me. What she really needed was a guy like you"

Likewise, Xana talks.

"Even you... you don't need me anymore, do you? You've got your own Marina protection. I use ice because it's more efficient, but it's not a must. This line... I don't need it."

I see, and Oul nodded, and answered.

"You're absolutely right."

"Deny it!

As soon as she did, Zana looked up at Oul's face and grabbed his shoulder and shouted.

"You're such a pain in the ass. You..."

Even though I wish I hadn't bothered to say such a thing if you wanted me to deny it, Oul answers seriously.

"But your self-analysis is correct. You can't deny what's right."

"Oh yes..."

Zana's eyes sit still.

"Then why don't we just abandon it?"

"I say no to that"

Oul replied clearly to her words like throwing up.

"Why..."

"Because I don't want to let go of a good woman like you."

When Oul says, Zana trembles pickly and physically. And when I turned away, I said abominably.

"... now that's such a compliment!

Don't point out that your mouth is loose.

"Is that a compliment? He's got guts, he's capable, he's smart."

The slight emotional instability is flawed on the balls.

"A troublesome but good woman, you are. So I want to keep it on hand."

It was Oulu's untrue authenticity.

"That's... that's what I like about me."

"Oh. I like it. You didn't know that?

I didn't even intend to hide it otherwise, Oul replies.

"... what shall we do"

With a troubled look, Xana said.

"Me too... maybe I like you"

"You didn't know?

Oul says it back mean.

"You were jealous of my sister and you were upset"

"That's...! … yes, maybe…"

In retrospect, that was just it.

"You're a much stronger person than you think you are. Someone needs you now, and you won't, but you're worried about something that doesn't go down."

What she said would be true in some respects. But Zana is not as delicate a woman as she seriously cares about it.

Because Zana doesn't expect that from all that. She believes in nothing but herself. I don't need to believe it. Because she is the born king, who makes others believe in herself, not in others.

In a sense it resembles an oul, and in a sense the opposite is true. That's a woman named Zana, Oul was analyzing.

"You're just desperately bad at sweetening"

Too straightforward to say, Zana's face is dyed red from her neck with so much momentum that it seems to make a noise.

"Bye."

Tong, and Zana deposited her forehead on Oulu's chest plate.

"Sweet, let me..."

Small, that's how I groaned.