Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

Ashmeil kingdom dusk is always red. That red, which is worthy of the land of hot sand, turns into a deep blue, and the book of the night comes.

Roxanne stared at that sunset, which gradually became red, in the palace of Yang.

If I don't return from Queen Housel at night - I'm getting that kind of instruction from my husband. But I don't think it's going to be okay because I have that instruction.

There is no divine sword in the kingdom of Ashmeil today, neither the daughter of God nor the Holy General. There is a water dragon who has become Lady of the Holy Dragon, so to speak, but her power is only exerted after the holy kingdom is gone. And the loss of the holy kingdom means the loss of Baal.

In order for this country not to be left in the world, we absolutely need that one.

When I grabbed my fist on my knee all the time, things sounded behind me. Before Roxanne, who turned around, a shadow falls that had never existed before.

"Roxanne"

"Dear Baal!

I kicked the chair and jumped on its chest. Feel that warm heartbeat on your chest and relieve yourself from the bottom of your heart.

But immediately I smelled the blood and opened my eyes. I don't see any injuries from what I've seen, but the clothes on the flank are torn.

"Dear Baal, you're hurt."

The words got stuck as I was held tight on my back.

"I couldn't help you"

It doesn't seem, and Baal's power to hold Roxanne tighter becomes stronger.

Just because you don't want to be seen in the face, it's tough.

"I was told to look it over, but there's nothing more I can do. - Without even hearing the wishes of my friends, is it the Holy King? Make me laugh."

"Dear Baal..."

"I could take my friends away from you, too.... Queen Housel has declared war on the Empire of Hermeia"

If Baal tries to help that demon king any more, the Kingdom of Ashmeil will also rival Queen Housel.

So now Baal doesn't help Claude, his wife, Irene.

"Sorry -"

"Don't apologize. You are the king."

Love and respect and hug that body with everything. So that this one, who bears the king's solitude, may go strong, so that he may rest at all.

"Whatever you choose, it's okay. You're right because you're the king."

"... what is that? The rest are dictators."

"Besides, isn't Master Claude dead?

If that's the case, there's no way Lady Saint Dragon is quiet. Release your body just a little from Baal's arm, which has lost its strength. Baal finally showed me his face.

A troubled king. He can't help his friends and that's all he looks like he's going to cry about.

"Then it's okay. There's no way Master Eileen's gonna lose."

Baal squeezed out his voice as he gently peeled his cheeks and fingers at the hair in his eyes.

"Why can you say that?"

"If I were in the same situation as Eileen, I would use any hand to help my husband."

And Eileen's 'Any Hand' must have Baal in it, too.

One day you will have to complain about treating kings of other countries, and treating your own husbands that way, except if your husband wants that.

"So it's okay, Master Baal. Don't look at me like that - I'm so glad you're home safe."

"... Roxanne"

"Welcome back"

He must have been injured. When he made the place, Baal held him tight again.

Slowly Roxanne narrows her eyes to a faint voice.

I want to spoil this guy back hurt. I don't want to give that role to anyone else, nor to Lady St. Dragon - Roxanne knows what this feels like.

This anger also becomes clearer when you become aware.

How dare you take my Baal?

Put the end of that gaze in the diary at your desk.

The page of that diary, which I had heard would open if my dream came true, flashed with the wind from the sky, which began to stain blue.