Master’s Smile

I didn't really know how long I was here, that Arlaune.

I've never traveled since I got my mind on it.

In the first place, the course of the month is not even certain. Because there's nothing here that would reveal a date, such as a calendar.

Still, if anyone else existed to be able to communicate, they might have been able to turn their attention to those things as well.

But she's been alone here the whole time. I have no conversation with anyone.

There are no natural enemies either. But there is no friendly presence either.

"Ha..."

Deep sighing Arlaune.

What the hell am I living for?

What the hell is the meaning of living?

She couldn't even understand that.

"Ah, already! I have no choice in my spare time!!

Arlaune exploded, kind of like smashing the atmosphere that was serial.

The adorable face was distorted by anger.

"Nah, why are you here?!? It's nothing! Normally, don't you at least have parents!? Are you renouncing parenting from when you are not mindful!? I'll kill you!"

Arlaune raging furiously.

Indeed, no one really existed around her and nothing could be said to be her parents.

Many organisms should naturally have something called parents.

However, this Arlaune may be something you don't know, but the Demon Clan is a little different.

Many demons increase their numbers by ordinary reproductive practices, but very few require such parents, and there are also things that come from literally nothing.

Such demons are generally more special than ordinary demons.

This Arlaune fell into the category from which it was born.

"Shit! Why are you alone...!

She's in a bad mood, but she doesn't know anything about it.

"At the very least, I wish I could have traveled... to move on my own..."

Arlaune peeks into the roots rather than resentfully at his feet......

In the first place, what does a race called Arlaune look like?

They have a beautiful look and entice a human man cutely.

The look of it is as neat as a doll, and most would go with a whee if they didn't know the danger.

But that's only for the upper body.

The lower body is swallowed by guts and flowers, which are deeply rooted in the ground.

With the upper body of man and the lower body of the plant was a species called Arlaune.

And since this species Arlaune has no legs either, it cannot travel on its own.

The lower body is a plant, so it may be obvious.

It is also possible for people to force them to move, but if they are not rooted in the ground, Arlaune will be debilitated as they look.

Still, there is also a past in which many Arlaunes were randomly captured by their glamorous appearance and their charm of another secret.

Because of this, the number is so reduced that we can barely see it right now, but it was a story that had nothing to do with her being alone deep in the woods.

"If you work hard, you can move... but it feels like you're not strong enough."

Arlaune looks up to heaven in abomination.

I resent the sunny skies.

Oh... for once or so, I'd like to walk around the world freely.

"... before that, can someone come who can talk to you about one!!

Arlaune raised the anger of anger.

Bass and birds fly out of the trees... but the birds weren't too surprised either.

She is noisy because it is every day. They got used to it, too.

Even Arlaune doesn't even think of fine dust to raise her voice and make things better.

It's just that if you don't, you're going to be unable to reveal the feeling of sneezing, so you're raising your voice.

Loudly claiming that your presence is here that way doesn't change anything.

Because there's no one here but her.

So Arlaune didn't even think of fine dust to do this again and change anything.

Also, as usual, a boring day begins alone.

Yes, I thought...

"Huh!?

Arlaune shook her body vividly as she heard the rustle and the bushes swaying.

Wind? No, I'm not blowing wind strong enough to rock a bush like that.

Then again, it means that something exists there.

"So, who...?

Arlaune asks with a crisp throat.

Maybe it's the first time I've been able to communicate with myself.

As much as I could, I didn't want to be in a hostile relationship.

That's how she felt lonely, too.

Behind my thrilled and thin chest, my heart rattles.

What kind of presence would that be? I'd prefer the same demon clan as myself if possible... but even humans don't complain at this time.

Come on, let's have some fun talking. Chamon!

Arlaune nods her sparkling eyes at the bush like that.

Its presence emerged from the bush so as to meet her such expectations......

"Gigi?"

Dull dirty green skin, splendid eagle nose in suspended eyes.

Have a dagger that is not cared for at all on a small back length.

Yes, it was the demon clan sought by Arlaune.

However, he was an uncommunicative goblin with the devil tribe as opposed to man.

"Oh, it's goblin '! Ooh! It is!!!!

The sad voice of Arlaune echoed in the sky.