Maouyome

Leaves a crisp interior finish.

There was something different about this room, which would be in the castle of the Demon King with lots of black based designs and would not be much used.

The thick columns, as if they were in the temple, are white and have a light, transparent water color. The walls and floors are unified in the same tone, and sober feelings are also strongly felt in calm air.

The ceiling, stretched as if it could push through, was high everywhere, and I even remembered the feeling of looking up from the inside of the tent on a streamlined beam that spread snugly from a point in the back.

In that quiet space, gently attach your hand to your well stretched left cheek.

There was a loud noise about to surprise me, but there's not that much pain left on my cheek.

Move your gaze aside.

There he was holding his red swollen right hand, trembling as Beradne sifted.

"... hands, okay?

"Ouch, not at all, I won't let anything hurt like this!

There is a firm tear in Bel Adone's eyes, and his expression looks tight somewhere. Apparently it hurt pretty bad.

You think it's redder and swollen?

A clan of phantoms said to be the most frail in the land of demons. I find her confused that her hands were so red and swollen that she was cheeked up.

As soon as I remembered the confusion, I realized what it meant.

"You're, uh, biological..."

"Relationship!

To compensate for its too weak physique, the Phantom Clan usually hides its life in subspace and acts by transferring its consciousness to puppets made of phantom crystals. Yes, even though I heard it directly from Bel Adone himself.

Why are you still alive?

"... the phantom crystal doll, it wasn't fixed yet"

"It's easy to fix as soon as you have the ingredients."

Belle Adone rises as she waves her red, swollen hands. Stand up and gaze in front of you again with a harsh look as if nothing had happened.

Notice the bitter colour of contempt in that gaze. I think it's frightening... okay.

Something much heavier pierces my heart.

"I didn't have time for it because I slept through it for a while, and I didn't want it to be necessary to the extent that I was distracted. That's all I'm saying."

"Sorry.... for my fault"

The gaze poured straight from the front is painful.

I couldn't stand that harsh look in my eyes, so I tried to escape, and I sneered and strayed from my gaze.

"Whose fault is it?

Insurance cages in the sounds of inquiry.

Anger travels through the shadows.

Ahead of that, … it's me.

"... I just asked Maori to do that. I asked for it, and yet... but I couldn't make it,... Huh!?

When I opened my mouth thinking I had to say something, all I came out with was regret and excuse.

But that, too, gets caught in the chest with gut momentum and is forced to face the front within an unspeakable end.

"You're a jerk. Oh, my God."

Bel Adone, who put a quiet force on each and every word to turn his expression into something tougher, looms in front of him.

I found fierce anger caged in a low voice like I'd never heard before. Anger increases.

'Cause I wish I could've done better.

"That's flattering, though. How arrogant, egotistical, and foolish can you be?

Yelling words sting me.

"Because just get out of the way!

No, I don't think so.

It's not like that, it's just that I have to do what I can.

I can't go on with the words I tried to deny.

I'm not.

I'm not thinking that.

I didn't mean to.

"Same thing! You don't understand anything!

Desperately trying to deny it, even though it's a haz you have to deny, words don't take shape.

He wanted to help the people around him, he couldn't forgive himself for not being able to do anything, and he wanted to do something. I wanted to do something I could, and... I tried to say I couldn't.

The words said are profound and pierced.

... nothing, I don't know. That's not true.

"Your Majesty, Master Maori always made the future of the Devil's kingdom a thought, and above all made the future of the Devil feel responsible, but hey! That Maori would move the Demon King's Army for just that reason, even if it was for someone she fell in love with! Making Maori look like a fool is a good idea!

"... no, I meant to say that, I haha!

No. No, I was...

"I'm sorry! End the mourning of men and demons. It is essential for the future of the Demonic Nation, and for this reason the survival of the Episcopal Nation, which was trying to form friendship with the Demonic Nation, is very important to Wosha, which is why Master Maori did not hesitate to make the decision to reinforce the Episcopal Nation. Even if it's Sunla, and Maori settled with Sunla herself, the result is that Maori chose it herself, and that's for her own good? It's all my fault? I can tell you all that much if I'm too proud of you! Come on, wake up!

"... but!

"You shoulder everything all by yourself, you little, doo-doo-doo!

"... Grr!?

I suddenly felt a slight shock to Odeco when it darkened in front of me when I tried to recruit him.

I accidentally closed my eyes and made myself strong, but it still doesn't hurt much.

When his restrained chest was released and he came to the spot like his hips had fallen out, Bel Adone turned his back again and held his forehead against him.

"It doesn't hurt. It doesn't hurt at all."

"… Bel Adne"

"... pathetic. Too pitiful. It's only natural that they should rely on you."

With his shoulders and voice grumbled terribly, from across his pointed back, he receives an utterly whining.

"... but still, if you still give up. If you still give up."

With his face turned away, his power cages at the end of the story.

"Have the future that Master Maori wanted. If we give up here for a world where people and demons can get along."

All the while, I felt a heavy shock in the back of my chest and one big heartbeat, beating hard right in my ear.

The world Maori wanted.

What Maori hoped for.

"This past week, Leanscheid manages to put together the demon kingdoms as his deputy, and now he takes his final persuasion. I won't give up just the lean shade. Everyone else will try to connect the will of Master Maori while supporting Lean Shade!

Stronger, bite your lips.

There was no word on the status quo to be informed.

I have no words to say.

"Yet you will always be in this place."

Leaning down on pity, suddenly Beradne looked back in momentum there.

Ber-Adne, who was showing her back, suddenly looks back there, strong against both of those thin arms, deeply hugged.

"O-sha is like Maori, the only bride in this world that the most powerful demonic king in the name of greed ever wanted, but hey!

Maori's...... The Bride of the Demon King.

"Oh, my God, I'll always be here. Yeah, I don't know! That's not true, Mr. Shiganoshi!... I can't hold on. Hold on, Refia."

Strongly drawn shoulders, hot.

I could see the heat coming from my cuffed arms staining the back of my chest.

Belle Adone, which I feel all over my body, is… warm.

The side I could only see for a moment seemed to cry out now, spicy, even like that. I think deeply that you made me look like that.

Softly attach your hands to the overlapping back.

I felt like I felt the depth of kindness of a dear friend in its warm and soft feel, not a phantom crystal.

"The bond between the people and the devil tribe cannot be tied at Won Sha La. … is something different?"

"... no"

"Cut off Maori's will in this place, is that all right?"

"Not good"

Just short and return an answer to an inquiry from Bel Adone that sounds quiet.

The thoughts transmitted come in with another heat.

Words, clogged.

I could see the heat seeping up seeped through my vision and transmitted my cheeks from scratch through my eyes.

"... then I can't stand. No matter how hard it is, no matter how painful it is, don't stand me up,... don't step on me."

"... yeah"

Bel Adone's voice whispering in his small ear was always gracious, and some comfort in it seemed to spread slowly.

"... sorry. I'm sorry.... sorry, sorry"

I don't know, I get zero thoughts.

Pathetic. Bad looking.

But Bel Adone didn't say anything to me like that, and much more power was put into his arms to cuddle.

Into the power put in, thoughts cage.

And small, the whisper leaked.

"... thanks"

Whispers around the whimpers echo my mind.

I'm sorry, so fine that it seems to disappear, but still a very small whisper of deep emotion arrives in my ear.

I didn't know, I had a power cage in my hand to hold back.

"... hey, thank you so much for helping me.... thanks."

I whispered so small back to Bel Adone, I nodded deeply.