Maou Reijou no Kyouiku Gakari

Sixteen years old, 1.56 meltres tall, weight--

After dinner, re-read the material about Feer while sitting in her own chair.

After all, Fia never came back to practice in the morning.

It was only in the noon class that I attended as usual, but it was obvious from anyone's eyes that it was energetic.

I still can't get the look out of my mind of Feer walking to the Mansion with no strength, which I saw then.

At that time, it would be a lie if I told him that I was not willing to regret not being able to speak to him.

But it's also true that I didn't know what to say.

Feer's material on hand says that no matter how many times she reads it, she doesn't possess any martial arts or magic qualities until it's cruel.

And from what I saw that morning, I can see that nothing was written wrong there.

I'm not saying that endeavor never outweighs talent, but that's just a story with certain qualities.

First, I have to admit that Fia doesn't even have it.

Of course, that's not to give up on Fia.

To find out what she can really do.

First we narrow it down from her pedigree traits.

Maybe you'll find something out of it, like Femme.

I will read the materials on the blood-sucking species prepared with that in mind.

Unlike ghost species, the blood-sucking species were many thanks to their widespread knowledge in both human demon neighborhoods.

However, I don't see any dizzying information no matter how far I go on reading it.

Being good at cunning.

Being vulnerable to sunlight.

Making a person's life blood vital.

To give blood to others and be a family member.

All the known information is in line there.

The second Astila Hastedt is not conveniently found.

And I was half inert and I was scrolling through the pages of the book.

"Hey, I'm just free..."

Slight weight on the back and two soft mysterious substances are pressed.

Then go back to your room and get some sleep.

"Ah... it feels so cold right now... I'm freaking out..."

I feel that soft body snapped on my back trembling like I said.

Ignore and take the next dossier.

That sounds like a slightly older report on a vampire about twenty years ago.

I'm a little concerned, but when I tried to move on to the next dossier, thinking I didn't seem to have any information that could directly connect me to Fia...

"Oh, is that Lord Noyne's?

The boobs that were behind it...... not, Isna looked at the material and said.

"Master Noyne? You know him?

"I don't know anyone. I'm Fia's mother."

"Oh, really..."

Check the contents, again for the hand, of that material, which I tried to skip once.

What was written there was a description of how warriors of various races were beaten by one of their female vampires and made their families.

"Is this really really Fia's mother...?

The vampire woman written there is a fierce woman in a nutshell.

Or even a tyrant rampaging around with a child without having anything like a big picture view.

I thought I had beaten an elf warrior over there and made a family member, and the next day I have beaten an animal warrior over here and made a family member.

Not very much, but I don't think she's the mother of that warm girl.

"I'm not lying. It's true."

"Have we met before?

"Yeah, I've had it many times."

"What kind of person are you?

You decide it's hard to talk, repeat the question with Isna, who sat in the chair next to you away from her back.

"Well... in a nutshell, I guess I feel like a woman's father..."

The woman's version of Father... what an expression...

"Excuse me, could you tell me a little more plainly?

I don't know much about the Demon King.

Even if they put it out for analogy, it doesn't really come pinned.

"Hmmm... I don't know if you're saying you're not only strong in arms, but odd in hopes or charisma..."

"I see."

But the more I ask, the more I see that it's the opposite of Fear.

"After all, there were about five hundred people in your family before your father could stop you."

"Is it the Demon King who stopped you?"

I don't write that much in the material I have at hand.

"Yeah, but it sounds like it was just when I was younger and before I got into my current position. Some of the people I knew back then are still talking about grass fighting."

"Heh..."

Raw hatred, the material at hand doesn't even say so much about the details.

I'm curious, but I'll look into it in detail another time.

But since we end up with men and women and even set up kids, there seems to be no doubt that we both have a luxurious personality.

Thinking of moving away from the image of Feer more and more, the entrance door is knocked several times.

If the conversation continues indoors, it sounds so small that I might miss hearing it dangerously.

"Hmm? Who?

Speak to the person behind the door.

Who the hell is it?

I only know this guy who's already next door, or Rosé, who's gonna ask me at this hour.

"Um... it's Phea... I need to talk to you about something..."

I heard a weak voice that was going to disappear even now, unlike the two I imagined from across the door.