Speaking of the first memories I remember of my birth, I remember spending some time in the dark and jittery.

The Demons were divided into extremists who could not tolerate the existence of non-demonic races, headed by the Demon King Gladiel, and moderates who, like our lineage, tried to live hand in hand with a multitude of races, neutrals who did not belong to either.

Even if I say it was divided, the neutrals are overwhelmingly numerous. Next was the extremist and moderate. There really was only a little of the entire demonic race.

Still, I've heard from your sister that moderates were endured without loss because our lineage was more capable than other demons. The more you become your sister, the more you can fight with the Seven Demons.

But the one thing that had the most power of all, your sister says I have. I didn't think so, though.

We moderates lived behind mountains so that we could not find them from extremists or where we could not live if it were true. Because if you don't, your life will be targeted by extremists. On top of that, I also moved the place every few months without remaining in one place.

We came to live in a place where no one would otherwise go, such as in a dark, giddy cave, on the side of a poisonous marsh, near a demonic dwelling.

But that life has also changed since the Seven Demons began to resurrect a few years ago. After the resurrection of the Seven Demons, the radical demons began to search for us moderates and to hunt.

From then on, it became a worse fugitive life than ever. A day when no meal can be eaten is normal, if the extremists find it, the man is killed and the woman is offended.

An uncle who smiled gently at me, a sister who told me how girly she was, a boy who said he would protect me...... everyone was killed by extremists.

That fact was enough to break my heart. And that's when our family was also found by extremists. To protect us, I saw your father go towards quite a few extremists and be tragically murdered in front of us.

If your mother, to let us escape and get caught and to broil us out, called public executions, was offended by demonic men in front of everyone and still we didn't show up, put them in cages with goblins and oaks and let the demons offend them.

I couldn't forget what a patient sister looked like as I wept at that time but ate my teeth and bled because I held my hand powerfully.

But my heart couldn't stand it anymore. I'm starting to wonder if you should die as much as you think like this.

Since about that time, I guess, when I could hear my voice in my heart. A voice that encourages me, a voice that helps me, that voice has spoken to me many times. Don't let me feel dark.

From then on, I started switching bodies from time to time with that voice of mind, Mirka. Mirka seems to be good at fighting and has helped me many times. I can't do anything. It's very different from me.

While your sister flees the extremists, she goes one moderate after another, and Mirka helps the sister. In that way, there was a war when we managed to collect numbers and the extremists also had winds that were not easy to reach.

In that war all seven demon generals were defeated, and most of the extremists poked at the gaps that did not return from the great war, and your sister went to sum up the demons. And a new demonic kingdom was born.

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"... but naturally not all extremists are gone. Some of them aimed at me because I couldn't beat your sister. Neutralists are now following your sister, too, but maybe they'll give you back your palm"

We shut up, Mirka... No, this vibe is Mirka. I was listening to her, but I couldn't speak out.

And at the same time, I found out that Mr. Meatier was forced to take Mirja to me. Maybe he tried to stay away until the country settled down.

Naturally, there is also the prospect of connecting with me to make the current seat of the Demon King a stone, so that no other country will insult me. But the number one of them conveys the thought of protecting Mirua.

"But I want to help your sister. I know you're talking about protecting me, but put me back in your sister's shoes."

There's no odd vibe like when it first happened with me, Mirja, and she looks at me with her powerful eyes. I don't have a choice. I look back at Mirja... and I look back at Krona.

"Krona, let's hire Krona's apprentice first."

"Right, I think that's a good idea"

Krona snorts at my words. Ferris and Aeris are asking for help when Mirka is here. And Mirua gives me a confused look when I can't come about the story.

"What? Or won't you let me go!?

"No, no, you think you can go home listening to what I'm saying? There's no way you can leave a child whose life is after you without them, is there?

"So, but your sister is still fighting alone! Wow, I'm on the side..."

Still, under Miraa, who says that, I close in and pound Miraa's head. Mirja freaks out, but she looks up at me like she's afraid.

"Don't worry, we'll help you. We had nothing to do with marriage or anything, Mr. Meatier, and Mirja got along with this. I haven't fallen far short of abandoning someone I know. So don't worry. I'll keep Mirua and Mr. Meatier safe, Light."

"Yes, Master Ray"

"I need you to go to the Devil's Country now and escort Mr. Meatier. I'll be here tomorrow. I can't believe it."

"Okay."

Light smiled lightly and thanked her, glowing and disappearing.

"Hey, Ray, don't move the Deacon on your own. I'll be pissed off by the ladies. He's popular."

And Alexia pissed me off. Speaking of which, Wright was popular with women. Well, I just want you to forgive me for one day.

"Mirua can't even dare rest here today. We'll talk to Mr. Meatier again tomorrow."

"... Yes"

All right, I guess I calmed down for a while. There's something about her, but do you want me to finish with the troublemakers tomorrow?