Demon Lord Wants to Laze

Mao Dara the 2nd

Episode 70: Goodbye.

Alf ran out of power and passed away.

Then my confidence will soon disappear. [M]

Side by side the catastrophe in front of you.

"Ma'am, are you all right, sss?

"Ugh, yeah. Glass balls helped......"

Sylvia was not injured.

And some of my people around me are getting me back.

I got a little better, but can I get away with it?

- Sarah, Sarah, Sarah.

Every time a trivial breeze broke, my body scattered.

Little by little from the outside, like powdered snow.

Only a few more days to watch Sylvia like this.

I think I'm going to cry out of fear, on the side of it.

Even though she really laughs a lot.

"... sorry"

My mouth opens naturally.

No one will react.

Still, I couldn't stop overflowing with words.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

There are no more tearful organs.

Still, my voice was trembling.

"I loved you, Alf. I really thought you were my best friend. So I sent you protection, and I tried my best to predict the future. But..."

Still.

While I'm at it, I find it hard to hear excuses.

Am I begging for forgiveness?

Even now that it is post-mortem, do you not want to be hated?

"This didn't make any sense. I always thought the only trial you'd get down to was Grand."

When the earthquake struck a while back, I felt signs of 'something to shake' for just a moment.

But after that, things didn't happen that showed they existed.

So I'm relieved.

No, maybe that's what you wanted to believe.

"You guys stay calm, have fun while you're busy, and always live to the fullest. That's what I expected..."

- Saaaaaa.

There was a strong wind.

It's like blocking my words.

I even feel urged to leave.

My body, which was left behind, was misty and flowed into the universe.

"Oh, so far... I guess"

Later it just disappears drifting like this.

Every time the wind stirs the sky, the earth is visible to the eyes.

My beloved world.

How many things will be able to leave that shape behind?

"Something I can do. As a brother, as a friend..."

Not really.

Though it is a very thin hope.

I felt like praying and flew my shards high in the sky.

If there is a way to help, there is only one.

Even though there's more than 10,000 routes to ruin, it's not fair, is it?

"Alf, notice. Your power..."

At the end of the day, I feel sorry for you.

What 'creates'.

My helplessness makes me angry.

"I'm really sweet with the stuffing..."

Consciousness turns away.

I guess I'll be in a long sleep again from now on.

Back to the desire to watch the end of the line, my eyes were closed there.

Goodbye, guys.

Goodbye, the people I loved.