Maouyome

"The momentum of the rain won't subside."

The Virgin, who looked up at the ceiling, pounded and spilled.

"Looks like you're in the rainy season. If you go down like this, it feels good to reject it."

"Mr. Lefia,... do you like the rain?

"Either way, I prefer it to be sunny"

I like a crisp, clear sky everywhere.

High through, far away sky everywhere.

Rain is grace, but I still prefer sunshine.

"I see. I don't think it rains..."

I laughed furiously, and the Virgin exhaled.

"I think I kind of got one, shoulder load down. You were very nervous, weren't you? Even this. I was so worried about what I would do if Mr. Lefia hated me."

"Am I the Virgin? It's outrageous."

You think so much for me.

I don't like the Virgin or anything.

That's impossible first.

"Just to tell you the truth, if Mr. Lefia came to the temple, I might be able to stay with him more,... even if I thought"

"Me too. I have to be home in 10 days, because I miss you so much. That's what makes me kind of happy."

"... I wish I was here more"

"I also have a promise to the Demon King."

Be sure to come back.

Demon King, the moment I said. The Virgin held her around her chest for a long time and fluttered with razor-sharp dizziness.

... What's up. The whole thing.

"Come on. Inside, you're choosing a single heart."

"... and yes?

The Virgin is bored to the point where she is about to spit out blood.

... What started? This.

"I thought you confessed by turning your face bright red, what is NOLOKE anymore..."

"... be!? Oh, hey, Virgin!?

No, wait. What do you suddenly come up with!?

Turn your face bright red...

Was it that red?

"... is that a promise to the Demon King, is it?... right? If you promised your favorite demon king, you'd have no choice."

"To?... Yes? What? No, so"

What do you love? Love it.

I didn't say a word about that.

You can't serve it on your own.

"On the side of someone you love more than a friend.... right? You don't have a choice, do you? Singles can only endure crying, even when their hearts so decide. Guuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

I said it was hard.

……

Hey.

The Virgin began suddenly.

What's the matter?

I will come to the Virgin, who has crouched, in horror.

"Virgin,... Dear? What's the matter, suddenly?"

Speaking up, trying to touch her shoulder, suddenly, she was embraced by the risen Virgin.

"What!? What? What is it!?

"... denial. You didn't, friend (...) person (...) place"

In her ear the Virgin groaned bossly.

I can't see what she looks like right now because she's holding me, but I can see that the Virgin's ears are turning bright red.

Is it the blindfold that seemed to have begun?

The Virgin also said what......

Maybe he's unexpectedly clumsy.

"Even if I correct it now, I can't do it anymore. It's confirmed, my friend."

"... you don't have to be so cautious, you don't deny it or correct it.... or rather, call me a friend of the Virgin, okay?

"Here is Haz, who invited me as my personal friend"

"... I just thought that was pre construction"

"It's not pre-construction..., there isn't"

Eh......

What shall we do about this situation?

For some reason, the Virgin has sweetened me.

I never hate being included by beauties.

Instead, you're welcome.

But this. What should I do?

"Earle......"

As the Virgin groaned softly, she let go of her body.

The soft feel and the pleasant warmth go away.

... Shit.

You shouldn't have bothered me. I should have held you back!

Now I can't call the demon king.

"Have you ever heard of Earle?

"Yeah...... That's the hanging voice your uncles say when they toast, isn't it? Occasionally, I've heard drunks screaming in the liquor store."

It's time to have a drink and toast to the economy.

Well, it's generally gaining momentum, and, uh, it's getting nasty.

"Earle means honoring the same friendship," he said.

"... I didn't know. So often, you talk to each other in a tavern."

The Virgin took a step away and looked back at her curly.

... my face is bright red.

He was quite embarrassed.

I guess I got the momentum to say the word "friend".

I wonder if I looked like that earlier, too.

Grr...... I want to forget.

"Earle, Refia. Let us be friends with each other on different paths."

The Virgin offered one hand and straightened it out, and said so.

So I'll give it back straight, too.

"Earle, Mariel. Welcome. It's mundane, thank you very much."

Hold the hand offered firmly.

I feel comfortable with my connected hands.

Friends.

A friend......

That's kind of awkward. Something like this.

"I will keep Mr. Lefia's gospel story within me alone. I won't tell anyone."

"If you could do that, I'd appreciate it. But is that okay? … and so on."

From the point of view of the Virgin, I'm also worried that you'll be okay with that.

I don't care if they take care of me.

"I think it's okay. Because it is time to wish for the descent of the goddess that we need the gospel. If you change your mind, when you really need to defeat the Demon King, right?... Is that the time to come?

"... even if you ask me that"

"What are you talking about? It's Mr. Lefia, that's why I'm asking. Will the Demon King be an enemy that must be defeated?

I get asked the same question several times.

I think it's because I haven't responded satisfactorily yet.

This place, … must be made clear.

We should be absolutely certain.

Mine, as will.

"... will not and will not let"

"Then I think it's all right"

The Virgin smiled contentedly.

Return to the vegetables and look over the sanctuary.

Probably never come here again.

Holy Land.

Of the Virgin, the place of arrival.

If the Demon King does not become an enemy, he will no longer have to arrive here.

"... Behind the altar, there is actually something very rare, does Mr. Lefia know about it?

"Behind the altar, is it?

"This way."

As urged by the Virgin, she turns behind the equipped staircase of the altar.

What lies behind a sanctuary that is off-limits.

... I wonder what.

Turning back, there was something decorated there.

One,... picture.

Hidden behind the altar, a single painting was decorated.

I saw that painting and... I accidentally drank my breath.

The Virgin has her eyes open. When she checks me, she lines up next door and gently pours her gaze into the picture.

"It's a portrait of the first Virgin, Alicia."

It depicts a gentle looking woman with long dark hair.

He's a beautiful man. He's a beautiful man...

Surprisingly, that's not it.

I know this painting...

I've seen this painting before.

What I saw was a lot dull, and I was getting bogged down, but... definitely.

This is the same painting.

Behind the off-limits sanctuary.

A painting that is decorated in such a place that only a limited number of people can come in.

Why is the same painting in this place...

"It was painted in my lifetime, they say it's the only one.... but I hear this is a replicated one. They said the real thing was painted inside a small pendant."

Pendant.

Yes......, it was painted inside the pendant.

A portrait that was painted inside an old pendant.

That was... the first Virgin, after all.

Mr. Cell Azam said Alicia was the first Virgin.

Alicia, the first Virgin, said she had sent the Goddess of Light down to her body and defeated the Evil Demon King.

"The pendant itself, he said, has lost track of its whereabouts in a long history. So you think this is the only way to tell future generations what the first generation looks like?"

The pendant Mr. Cell Azam had.

Drawn there, Dear First Virgin Alicia.

I thought it was old, but I didn't know it was 1200 years old.

……

……

Mr. Selazam knows the first Virgin firsthand.

... that too, very well.

I wonder what kind of relationship it was.

"Dark pink spray roses......"

"Roses, what is it?

"Does the Virgin know? About the dark pink spray roses."

"Of course it is. Because it's a national flower. There is no color in the carved, but it is also used for the Virgin's crest"

"The Virgin's, even on the crest?

"The name of the variety is' Alicia '. The flower word is' noble purity '"

A small flowerbed in the corner of Demon King's Castle.

A dark pink spray rose that blooms in its flowerbed.

"Noble Purity"...... Alicia.

One more thing bothered me, I think.

Mr. Cell Azam, Grand Duke of the Devil.

Who the hell are you...