A few days after I became a baby.
As a result of listening to and integrating the occasional parents, the maids who come to look after me, and the sisters who often come to see my face later. I know a lot of things.
My name is Lewie.
It seems to be a longer name really, but that tells me when it grows bigger, the skin color is black, the sclera is black, only the iridescent area is red and gray hair, a man with two small horns on his forehead. Someone who supposedly was the father said.
My parents show their faces to me about once a month, and honestly my sisters show their faces more often.
Coming later is about a nanny and a maid.
Listening to his father, I am apparently the son of the Demon King, the Prince of the Demon King.
The right to inherit the throne had not been spoken of with clarity, but he blurred things like it was quite low.
Honestly, I'm not really interested in the throne, so I think it would be good in my current capacity.
Later, the woman who was previously called Fell and the woman who was called Isadora, apparently, is my belly sister.
There are three other sisters. He said he has about fifteen brothers. They say some of them are the same mother.
The sisters come to show their faces well, but the brothers have no sign of coming.
Or people who can be said to be men after this body only meet enough to count, including their fathers.
So when they say brother, I don't get a real feeling. Even if I'm belly hungry, I think my sisters are much more of a family.
Gachan.
That's what I thought, I heard it open so hard that I thought I'd break the hinge on the door.
Oh, I'm here today, too.
Anyone who comes into the room peeks into me sleeping in a shaking cage.
The blue eyes look as if they are staring at each other, with an unscrupulous expression that bends your mouth to the letter to.
Blue hair stretched to the waist. Brown skin. A black horn twisted like a goat grows out of it.
Rarely do demons also grow bat-like feathers.
I can tell even over the clothes I'm wearing. The big breasts stick out, so I can tell immediately that it's a woman.
This woman is one of my five sisters, a four-woman named Hermine.
I don't think he talks much or has an oligarchy personality.
Sister Helmine didn't talk about anything, she was just looking at me.
Those eyes are still like carnivores who are likely to prey on their prey.
The first time I met him. I cried because I had such eyes.
That's how I found out within the many times I've seen him.
Oh, this guy was born with a scary face, but he said he was a sweet guy.
'Cause you come to this room almost every day and you see my face.
So I know you're still going to laugh personally, but if you look from the side, you'll look like you're staring at me.
As she looked at me often, Sister Hermione stretched her fingers out and approached me.
The outstretched finger stays close and touches my body.
The moment you touch it. Fingers left as if surprised.
And he repeatedly extended his fingers and left again.
Every time Sister Hermine comes to this room, she repeatedly leaves when she touches my body.
I wonder why I would do this, but I think I should let him like it because he seems to have some purpose.
Sticking to me, he accidentally touched my finger.
Seeing it reminded me of a movie I used to see. Because of this, I decided to do it.
Sister Helmine stretched out her fingers so that I could hit the tip of her finger, too.
Then, like the movie, we hit each other's index fingertips.
Sister Helmine laughed out whether she was happy or not.
The smile is as if a ghost were laughing.
Eventually, I heard voices coming from outside the room.
Sister Hermine looked remorseful and left the room.
Nobody's here anymore, so I tried to sleep.
Also, the door opened. Looks like someone's here.
"Haha, Liu, I'm here to see your face ~"
It was a woman who came in.
Hairstyle with red hair tied back, patchy green eyes.
Sister Hermione's outfit had been worn neatly earlier, but this woman was highly exposed by modifying the clothes she was wearing on top of being disintegrated.
She also has a big chest, so she is a little irritated.
"Liu, your sister's expensive. I'll give you that."
Yes, this woman is my sister.
This is my five-woman Miriam sister.
I'm not a bad person because I'm innocent and naive.
Sister Hermine comes almost every day, but Sister Migliaria comes every day.
The other sisters can make a good percentage, but these two come often for their free time.
I fell asleep playing with my sister Miriaria. [M]