Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

Grass trees also sleep late at night.

There was one shadow that went quietly down the hallway that only a few lights illuminated.

The identity of its shadow, which moves from shadow to shadow, shaking perhaps the two hills wrapped only in thin garments, almost like underwear, is nothing short of Hazar's second daughter, Isna.

Leaving her own room, leaving the living area where the sisters are asleep, she heads to the room of Frey Garnett, an educator.

And, naturally, the purpose of this is not something of a colourful tone, such as an encounter or a night crawl.

Not if you're choosing the means anymore, right now, but if you don't kick that guy out, you'll figure it out for yourself.

Exposing himself to ugliness in front of his sisters during the day, Isna, now sleeping until now, was so determined after reflection.

Going to a man's room at night is a good thing for the dreamer.

Without making a single sound, Isna reaches in front of Frey's room.

"Sorry to disturb you..."

And with such a grunt in discipline, he opens the door and breaks into the room.

"... Okay, you're asleep"

In the dark, the hater leans back on his bed to make sure he's resting, and he sneaks up to the right side of it.

Isna slowly reaches for her forehead while she also thinks of it as a surprisingly cute sleeping face while looking down at it.

And at the same time that his fingertips touched his forehead, Isna's consciousness stepped down into a long hallway with lots of windows that were nowhere in the world.

That's Frey's mind world, the world of memories from birth until now.

The purpose of Isna, who came to that world by the magic of the Dream Demon.

It's about finding Frey's weakness from past memories and using it to expel him from this mansion.

And Isna slowly walks down the hallway of her memory, thinking about erasing her memory of Awabari yesterday's bath as well.

'That's good, Sun. That's how it goes. Fia too...... good luck!

Outside the window at the end of Isna's gaze, Frey and his two sisters are shown training in the morning.

"What the... I made it look like I was having fun..."

Isna squeaks in a obstinate tone.

Something hot and viscous, like lava, entwines its mind.

But Isna goes further behind the hallway without stopping that leg.

"Hey, a... Arius! You, for real... ah... '

The next thing Isna caught her eye was a memory of a blonde man she didn't know being challenged by Frey and given back lightly.

"I wonder if this is why you fired a human school... Still, that face... weird... puffy"

Isna unwittingly blows out when she sees that memory of Frey hastily intervening with a blonde guy who is fainting with the look of having done it.

But this is not as weak as it is yet.

With that in mind, Isna goes further back.

"Damn it! Not like this... not yet...!

Younger than now, Isna reaches the same age range of memory as her still young self.

The memory of that age was literally a daily memory of a workout that exhaled blood reflexes.

Almost all the time except meals is spent during the day studying and training various combat techniques, and I wake up with the sunrise and repeat the same thing again when I wonder if I fell asleep to faint.

It is no longer beyond the realm of effort and reaches the realm of madness.

Seeing its memories spanning many years sprouts the changes that are in Isna's chest.

The will that was about to kick Frey out gradually dwindled, and instead this guy was beginning to want to know why he was hunting himself down so far and why.

And when I tried to step deeper into my memory...

Isna's footsteps stop pitting.

"... the wind?

Isna feels a slight breeze coming from behind the hallway.

But it was too late when I realized it was an inexplicable event in the mental world.

There is a roar in the corridor of memory.

"hey... whatever..."

In the direction of progress, something bright black with a storm looming from the other side of the hallway towards Isna with fierce momentum.

Isna, who was heading to the back, sees it and immediately turns her heel back.

I don't know what it is, but that's dangerous.

That's what I thought. Isna starts turning back her original path at full speed.

Even for Isna, who has broken into numerous memories, that was the first event she would experience.

"Ha... ha...! Hey, what the hell!

While he senses it looming directly behind him, Isna runs at full speed without looking back.

It takes some going back to the superficial level to bring consciousness back to reality, but I feel that the journey to that point is uninterrupted and long for Isna today.

"Hey, why are you doing this!

That black thing touches the tip of Isna's long hair that I think I just came to peek into my memory.

At the same time, chills like never felt before wrap around Isna's body.

That feels like you're losing consciousness from the tip of your hair.

And by touching it, I realize that this black storm is the underlying emotion of Frey.

"Ah, a little later! Come on, me!"

If I am swallowed by this blackening emotion, I will no doubt disappear into existence as myself.

Think so, Isna, who excites herself and keeps running beyond her limits.

The darkness envelops that body from behind.

".................. Huh! Ha... ha... Back... I can come..."

By the way, Isna's consciousness returns to the real world, Frey's room.

Less than a second in reality, and its body is surprisingly wet with sweat, even though it hasn't moved a bit.

"Hey, what was that... that..."

Isna, thinking about what had just happened while getting her rough breath in order, was delayed in realizing that she was losing the feeling of what she was supposed to be touching from her fingertips.

"Huh?... Ha!!

Its feminine soft neck is eagled into a scratchy boneless hand the opposite of it.

And he's pushed down onto the bed with force as it is.

"What did you do!!

Intimidating rage that is likely to cause you to tremble to the core of the body of what you hear.

What was ahead of Isna, who was pushed down by the bed, was Frey's face with a look so impatient that she couldn't imagine anything from the usual.

"What did you see!! Answer!!"

More force is put into Frey's fingertips and sinks into Isna's soft neck meat.

"Hey, what... what..."

squeeze Isna's trembling voice out of the airway, which is oppressed and leaves only a slight gap.

I am now completely dominated by the man in front of me, who holds the right to life and death.

Isna remembers a strong fear she has never felt before.

And in her brain, where life is in danger, the memory of the last few days begins to flow like a running light.

The fact that he was beaten to death by a human man who thought he was far inferior to himself as a creature.

The fact that his mother conspired to make him recognize the opposite sex for the first time in his life.

The kind of black emotion I saw in the world of memory that boiled all the malice in that world.

And now he's being returned to the man who tried to banish him through a plot, and on the contrary, he's holding his own destiny in his hands.

All of that was intricately intertwined in Isna's head, causing a strategic magic class super-reaction.

The large amounts of exciting substances secreted into her brain as a result gave her hundreds of years worth of insight in less than a comma second to make her understand everything.

I will never rival this man.

That this man is the absolute one for me.

And Isna bit her own happiness.

The people who banished Frey in the world of memory never noticed that they were able to reach the truth.

Regardless, they are all nothing but thoughts to be called the ultimate in contemplation.

But for Isna it was unmistakably manifested as the truth of the world.

"Y...... Isna......?

Frey loosens his hand when he realizes the identity of the intruder is Isna.

The dangers also disappear from its face and soon return to its usual expression.

The mat, which had been held down and sunk to match it, also returns to its original shape, shaking the bodies of the two people on the bed with the murmuring noise.

"Kaha! Ohh! Ohh...!

The airway opens and Isna pumps air into her lungs as she swallows.

"So, are you okay!? I... what a..."

Worried about the swallowing Isna, Frey shivers his hand at the seriousness of what he has done.

"Daiji... Bu..."

"Do you know my name?

Frey asks a simple question when he thinks there may be brain damage due to inhibited blood flow and breathing.

"Isna......"

"What's the mother's name?

"Eshl......"

"All right...... Give me a minute, I'll get Rose now."

I decided there was no major brain damage, and that's what Frey said when he got up and tried to get Isna out of the room with her in bed.

"Wait..."

Isna grabs Frey's clothes hem hard.

Those eyes, staring at Frey, are moisturized with tears all overflowing.

But Frey still hasn't realized that it's not due to pain, let alone fear.

"... what's up?

"Su..."

"... su?

Consolidated in his readiness to accept any cursing words or demands coming out of his mouth, Frey once again aligns the height of his gaze with Isna.

"... nice"

And Isna said so in a tranced voice that was no more.