That Person. Later on…

When I was little, unlike now, I was a sick and dear child. I was proud to be an animal man and a child of my dad, but I was getting more and more depressed that my body wouldn't move as lightly as the other kids did. My dad has still hung up on me kind words, but still I wanted to feel confident in myself. I'm an animal man, and he's my dad's proud daughter...

So I worked out my weak body little by little. In the beginning, I couldn't even get my arm up to do it satisfactorily. Sometimes I fell into my body and I cried, but I still didn't give up. Neither my mom nor dad would give up. You supported me. That way, as I spent my days working out little by little, I was able to make the lightest move of kids my age if I noticed.

When my body moved lightly, now I became interested in swordsmanship. My mom seemed to think I was going to learn to the extent of escort, but my dad took me as a tour to a place where the soldiers of the country were training, and the moment I saw the sight, I decided in my heart to take the path as a warrior. Some of the soldiers looked awesome, but because they thought I would be there for them.

When I said I wanted to learn swordsmanship in earnest, my mom was so mad at me. I was told to remember more about chores than swordsmanship because I'm a girl. I know what your mom's trying to say. I know you're worried about my future, but I want to learn sword skills. I wonder if that's okay after someone I like is made. Well, there's no one I like, and besides, I don't like being stronger than myself. I was allowed to learn swordsmanship on the condition that I could help my mom properly.

It's been a few years since I started learning swordsmanship. In the meantime, I tried long swords, big swords, etc., but the two swords that made use of speed were the ones that suited me best. As a double swordsman, I adjust my body attachment to speed focus and work out with it. I will never forget to help my mom in the meantime, of course, with matches between beasts and exchanges of life with demons.

In spending that way my strength became known even within the kingdom of the Beastman. Maybe, yeah, no one can beat me. But another problem has also arisen since this time. A man who asked me to marry him appeared everywhere. Of course I said no to everything. Because most people are weaker than I am, and honestly, I can't hold my chest out. Maybe some of them were good stories, but the future companion wanted to find and decide for himself.

I listened to the disturbing conversation between my dad and Uncle Gio as I helped my mom as she worked herself out and spent days refusing to propose. He talked about a number of his countrymen missing from villages and cities in the southern suburbs, the cause of which, according to the findings, seems to be being grabbed by southern countries. As it were, I popped out. It's not a very forgivable story, and most importantly, I have power. The power to fight.

I jumped out and found a bunch of demons along the way. There's a bunch of people in the woods doing some shit. Checking the condition from the top of the tree, many of his compatriots had been tied up and captured. I stormed in anger and defeated several people before a masked man appeared. I was confident in my strength. I lost to that masked man. Nature and tears arise from two regrets: losing and not being able to help my compatriots...

"Not at all... can't the soldiers even grab it? Good stuff because I happened to be here this time... well, he's just great for the golem practitioners..."

The masked man said something but it didn't reach my ear...

He was fitted with a slave collar, taken by a masked man through a maze of underground passages, and the place he was taken was a vast underground space. There are so many stone puppets in that underground space that you can't count them, and you can hear some combat noise.

"This is your new place. Well, live long enough to entertain me, at best."

When the masked man told me so, he threw a double sword and went back to the aisle. I can't get out of here more satisfied than being fitted with a slave collar. I walk straight to those who can hear the battle.

Such was the appearance of a compatriot losing his life with the fist of a stone doll in my eyes. If you look closely, many of our compatriots who were already dead decayed and dotted there.

"No... no..."

I tremble in anger, pull out my double sword, and be slashed into a stone doll. Stone dolls fight back, too, but there's no way such a slow attack would work for me. The Stone Doll attack never hit me, but my attack didn't even pass through the Stone Doll. Slashing him with a sword won't cut a scratch. Still, I didn't loosen my hand on the attack...

How many days have passed... I have found out within doing this. The fact that the stone doll only moves for a certain amount of time, that the meal is dropped from the hole in the ceiling, and that the stone doll is apparently checking the performance of the stone doll because it keeps me fit and fighting. I can't deny the feeling that it's used well for that masked man, but I have no choice than to have a slave collar fitted in. However, in my free time I gather the bodies of my compatriots and keep them silent in prayer.

"... I will definitely... take you home..."

One day like that, one of the people fell out of the ceiling hole. A man with white and black hair, a mediocre face, wearing such slightly worn clothes using demonic materials. It was just a pleasure when the man told me that my dad was here. If Daddy's here, he's sure to save all his compatriots. Dead compatriots can also return to their families. When I was happy about it, the atmosphere of the black-haired man suddenly changed. Looks like he was looking at something just before...

Both stone dolls crumbled in a flash in front of me...

The safety of my compatriots' bodies was ensured in front of me...

And he said he would take me to my dad...

I remain relieved by what has happened in a short time. When I wonder if I've flown with tremendous momentum, I go into some room with the roar. My hair turns bright white at some point. I was deposited with a group of women who appeared to be former black-haired men. I mean, there are only women. What the hell kind of connection is that?

It was the masked man who defeated me that got into my eyes like that. But the man in the mask had no hands, no legs, and had been hit by an ex-white, brunette. Apparently, the woman in front of you is being hurt and angry by these guys. My breasts squeal at the figure of that overwhelming strong man. Tokuntokun and......

With that said, my dad would have said... that beastmen are attracted to the strong...

And if you look closely, don't you have a pretty face... and I can also like that spirit that hurts and angers my people... I want to be something loving...

Yeah!! I made up my mind!! My husband...

He reunites with his dad and returns to the country once to return his countrymen to their families. But my heart is already toward him. Desperately persuaded my mom and dad that I was back in the South. To bump my thoughts. To feel that and his strength on his skin...

And I fought my beloved man... well, it goes without saying how it turned out.