Do You Think Someone Like You Can Defeat the Demon King?

"Oh ho ho! Okay, let's change it."

A line brought to the throne room at Seatum's request to change places.

Sitting on a luxuriously decorated throne, the unreached girl on the floor makes a serious face by tapping her cheeks on several occasions.

Three demon generals standing in line near her - Negas, Zeion, and Deaza.

Even though the Demon King was trying to create a majestic atmosphere somehow, Negas and Zeion were nibbling, and Diza was desperately laughing.

"I am the Demon King - I say Sheetum, the witch of the Seal Source, thank you very much in the future"

That's what I said, she bowed her head.

He is a much lower back demon king.

Finally, he's less tall, and he's dressed roughly like the head of the demon clan.

"What do you mean, the Witch of Seal Source?

It was Cyril who asked so.

"Brave Cyril... I never thought the day would come when I would count on you"

"That's mutual. The bad news is, we were fooled."

"No, that's okay, because I understand the circumstances, too. So as for the Witch of the Seal Source, I'm talking about someone who has the role of managing the seal of Origin. My clan has been in charge for generations."

"By witch, have you always been a woman?

To Linus's inquiry, Seatum shook his neck to the side.

"No, there were times when I was a man. In that case, he said he was a witch (fluff) from Fengyuan. However, it seems that these last few generations have always been women."

"What exactly are you doing to manage Origin's seal?

Go on. When Flam speaks up, her movements stop.

"Flam Apricot, user of inverted attributes…"

"Yes, but"

"You, too, in a different way than Mr. Cyril, were supposed to be a better person not to come here."

"Origin was after me, or something like that?

"Yes, if I take you in with a very effective ability against Origin, I will not disappear. I guess that's what that (...) thought."

I thought Fram had heard the story somewhere.

Or maybe my previous self had come to the same conclusion with speculation.

If you noticed, Diza was also staring at Flam with her eyes narrowed to see if she cared about its existence.

"But if it's sealed, why not just take it in?

"I'm ashamed to say that the seal on the origins could have been partially loose, and it's not a situation where I can always say I can't take it in. Perhaps that power has acted on the people of the king's capital, and something like Kimyra has been born."

"If managing the seal is useful, you should be able to return that loosening as well. Why are you still out there?

To Eterna's inquiry, Seatum swept his neck sideways again.

Her expression is filled with colour and remorse.

I'm desperate to find it, but I guess I can't find the cause.

"We don't even know who did it or when. On the contrary, we don't even know for sure that the seal is loose."

"I don't know how it's sealed, but you're disqualified as an admin for not being able to detect anomalies."

"Hey, you, you don't know how to say that."

Zeion stepped forward and glanced at Gadio.

But Seatum controlled him with his hands like that.

"That's okay, brother. He's right."

"But!

"... let's admit I didn't pick the words well, I'm sorry"

Without the force that leaked out of the loosening of that seal, Kimyra would never have been born.

It is only natural that his hatred will be directed against it.

As Gadio honestly bowed his head, Zeion scratched his head like a bum looked bad.

"This is also the result of my fuzziness. But if you look at the books left over from your predecessors, you won't find anything strange about the seal."

"Impossible."

"I also participate in the investigation of the cause, but I have no idea. I'd like to ask you all to help me if I can."

"Diza, you can't have Mr. Cyril. I don't know what kind of applause will break the seal."

"I understand that."

"I'm not going to unseal it."

"It is the Origin that manipulates the spirit of the organism and destroys itself. Risk must be avoided."

We shouldn't have allowed him to enter Demon King's Castle.

But now the situation is, if we defeat the war, the Origins will eventually come back to life.

In order to overcome the difficulties, I had to accept them, even at the risk.

"So just stay away from the seal at Demon King Castle. No other restrictions on movement, you are free to use your space."

"You're generous."

"... I don't know, you're defenseless"

When Keraina and Ink say that, Neigus laughs bitterly.

"That's how you react..."

"That's what Seatum is, you don't have to worry."

"Even if you know a weapon called Kimyra is coming in, you want peace."

The Flams also somehow understood that Seatum was just a sweet girl.

Most importantly, she's - her eyes are clear.

That's more than you can beat Milkit.

Flam exclusive, but it's just too good to be trusted.

Negas, Zeion, and Diza, some differences don't seem to be fooling anyone as far as the eyes of something are concerned.

At least it seemed more reassuring than when I was spending time in the King's Capital.

"Nothing, I'm just keeping my teachings about not arguing with people..."

"I think there's a part of Seatum that's too nice to subtract that, huh? I like that kind of thing."

"... that's what you need to say here?

Sheetum glanced at Tsaion with his jitsu eyes, but he is grinning Kerakera in a way he doesn't care.

The flams, on the other hand, were left in such an exchange between the two of them and were in a mood.

"I'm sorry, these two are always like this"

"I'm glad we're close, but I want you to move on."

"Deeza, this isn't me, bro!

"Oh, it's my fault, why don't we just stop leaving the braves alone?

"So that's my brother's fault...!

Gradually tearful sheetum.

"Wouldn't this be a good idea? I rarely had a conversation with a mattress in Wang Du."

Linus said with a laugh.

"Mr. Linus is right, I think the Demons seem to speak better than people"

Flam thinks so from the bottom of his heart.

How easy it is to feel with a sudden change of face and just no one to wield violence.

"I'm sorry I made you pay attention"

Sheetum bowing his head in a sneaky way, but I didn't care anything.

It's all true.

"So, after this...... I'm going to welcome you all and throw a small party. Would you mind joining us, if I may?

"Party......"

Surprisingly, Gadio accidentally snapped back with a parrot.

Seatum hastily adds, mistakenly mistaken for “making me grumpy," because of his compelling face.

"I'm not saying it's impossible, if you don't feel comfortable, I'll have a room for you to rest immediately -"

No matter, there's no reason to say no to the Flams.

"It's not like that, I'm just a little surprised. Let me gladly join you. Is that all right with you?

When Gadio tells him on behalf of whom he has made a mistake, he looks back and asks for his consent.

No one refuses.

Seatum relieved himself of the reply, smiling with a relieved chest down.

◇ ◇ ◇

Until the party was ready, the Flams were each led to their room, where they were to kill time.

It can't just be another room for one person at a time, so it's going to be divided into several sets.

Flam is in the same room as Milkit, Cyril.

Eterna will be with Ink and Gadio with Linus - it should have been, but at some point it was in the same room as Keraina, Halom.

The extra Linus chooses one in a way he doesn't particularly care.

By the way, it looks like Saila will be forced to stay in Negas' room.

"When this happens, it's more like a hotel than a Demon King's Castle"

"Yeah, the interiors are beautiful, and the beds are fuzzy."

Cyril and I walked into the room and Fram sat right down on the bed.

Then gently rock your body up and down and enjoy its softness.

The reason Milkit isn't here is because he's in preparation for the party.

The maid temperament at the root - not that I'm apparently listening to Deaza's cooking arm and trying to steal technology.

Shortly before she broke up, she held her fists in both hands and said, 'Because I will behave to your husband for a dish that is more powerful than before!' I was intent.

The sight is really smiling rather than reliable, and Flam's cheeks loosen just to recall.

"Did you even think about Milkit?

"Heh? How did you figure that out?

Suddenly Cyrillic starred me and flamed me back.

"I know, because when you're thinking about that kid, Fram looks happier than usual"

"I guess so...... no, maybe so"

I'm just thinking about Milkit, my chest flutters from time to time, my body flutters.

Eating something delicious, something delightful - another feeling from that happiness, but I guess this is also a form of happiness.

As Flam put his hand on his chest and his eyes narrowed to bite the sensation, Cyril stood up and approached her.

And reach for your cheeks.

"Cyril?

With a spicy look, she glanced at the mark of slavery with her fingers.

"... sorry, really"

"Didn't I tell you that was okay after the fight with Mother?

"After all, I don't think that's enough"

The wounds Cyril inflicted on Flam are too great to be atoned for overnight.

Without more time, Cyril was unlikely to forgive herself.

"As far as I'm concerned, thanks to you, I met Milkit, and I'm Jean... I'm not going to forgive Jean, but it wasn't all bad"

Flam to say it out with a shameless straight grin.

"Flam... that's sweet"

"I don't know, maybe anyone would say something similar if they were in the same position as me."

Cyril shook her head sideways, "That's not true," she said.

At least, I can't say if I'm in the same position.

Because I was certain of it.

And as she let go of her hand from her cheek, she sat down beside the flam and said:

"If you like, can I ask you what happened after you broke up with us?

"I don't think it's all bright talk, and I haven't completely remembered it yet, but are you okay with that?

"Because I want to hear a little bit about it, including the hard stuff"

Then, and Fram walked away from the party, and from the time he became a slave - he communicated as politely as he could what had happened to him.

Even for Flam, that's a beneficial time to sort out his own memory.

That he was engraved with a mark of slavery with a burning mark, that he was violent if he was not to be sold to a merchant, that he met Milkit where he was about to be killed, and that he ate his soul.

Fighting mysterious monsters in Enichede's facilities, death fights with Dayne, and rescuing ink.

I tried to resurrect the dead, but on the contrary, that proved that the dead would not resurrect, Necromancy.

Truncated by the Church, he tried to boast of his existence while involving a large number of human beings, Childrens.

As much as I don't have Kiri to talk about in detail, these past few months have been too intense and meeting Milkit seems like a few years ago.

"Flam is amazing."

Cyril, having finished listening, said with a laugh at her own weight.

"Wow, really. If I were you, I would've screwed up along the way."

"Neither would I. If I were alone, I wouldn't have survived until today. It's too cool to say that because everyone was there... but I think Milkit's presence was huge"

That remains the same now.

For Flam, the existence of the mill kit is too great.

Enough to say existential.

"If I hadn't met that girl, I wouldn't have been who I am now. Power, will, personality, whatever. I guess I was different."

"Feeling like a flam to me?

Flam's face blushes all at once in a casual Cyrillic word.

Before the inexplicable reaction, Cyrillic to the neck.

"What's going on?

"Yes, no... Kirill and Milkit are a little different..."

"It is. Yeah, that's right. She's always been there for Flam."

Flam snaps, "It seems different too," but I can't find a word that can explain it well.

No, I know the language.

It's just something I can honestly confess to on this occasion, or that was the problem.

To the troubled flam, a refreshing Cyrillic as to why you are troubled.

Subtle air flowing between them.

What cut it off - Batam, was the sound of a door that opened up in momentum.

When Flam and Cyril looked at the entrance at the same time, there was Saila standing.

"Saaaay, it's time for revenge!

She is somewhat high tension.

The two of them are completely abandoned and look at it with a pompous look on their faces.

"Oh, Milkit, you don't seem to be here."

"Because I'm helping you get ready for the party. By the way, what's revenge?

"You don't remember? When I stayed at the Enicide Inn, I could have said," Talk about love! "but when it wasn't exciting at all because no one had any experience!

Said, leaning his neck, Flam wrinkles and worries between his brows, "I wish I had.

Even if I had my memories back, it's a subtle thing to remember such trivialities.

But it seems pretty important to Saila.

"It's been a while since then, so I thought I'd hear something good now. Of course, Cyril, you're going to have to join us."

"If you say so, I don't have that story at all."

For once, Gene had his thoughts on her, but that doesn't even seem to be in Cyril's memory.

"Then it's inevitable that we'll be talking about Mr. Flammy."

She jumped gently and sat down next to her as she rushed to the flam.

"Saaaah hey, blah blah blah blah, how is your relationship with milkit hey?

"... why is her name there?

"Cyril, you didn't see much, did you? We've been friends since we met, but now we're not in the same dimension."

"I see. So Flam and Milkit are, like, lovers to each other?

d To the view of a direct ball Cyrillic, Flam said, "Ho ho!" and swept away.

"Wait, Cyril! Because it's not!

"But you were holding each other, right? I don't think I can let that sense of distance out to the Lord with just a slave."

Fact is, it's not just slaves and lords.

Flam likes to talk about Milkit and just recently finally realized that.

And probably - Milkit, too, has a crush on Flam.

She's not so dull that she doesn't realize it.

But that's why we don't have enough steel mentals to suddenly be lovers to each other.

"Sure, I like Milkit."

"Does that mean romantic!?

"The... well, loving, in a sense"

"Ohhhh......!

To one uplifting sarah, "It is," said Cyril, who is not so much a thin reactor.

The cumming out flam is leaning bright red in the face.

"Woman to woman is strange after all"

"I'm not sure about romance or anything, but if that's all Flam likes about her, I don't think so"

"Cyril, you're right. Even though you're weird, you're being told."

Saila calling Negas weird, but "speaking of which," Flam asks her back the other way around.

"Saila, what about you and Mr. Neigus?

"Sure, we seemed close"

"No, no, I don't know what that looks like!

Saila desperately denies it.

But those cheeks were slightly reddish.

"Looks like you two have been traveling together for a long time, and Mr. Neigus has been doing that all along, hasn't he?

"Well, you will. I'm not bored with you, but I'm tired of something."

Saila sighs deliberately, "Huh-ah."

Seeing her like that, Cyril chuckled.

"Hey, why are you laughing there?

"My face when I was talking about Negas seemed more than happy, so follow me."

Now it's Saila's turn red.

Ahhh! and all at once my face becomes red to my ears.

"That's an illusion of the eye!

She was the one who insisted on it while I was at the forefront, but even joins the fight there to Flam.

"No, that's what I looked like, too"

"Until Fram Oi!?

It's not limited to her.

Perhaps everyone would have thought so when they saw Saila tangled up in Negas.

"That's what I said, but hey, you guys came here to run away from Negas!?

"Oh, speaking of which, you said you were staying in the same room as Mr. Negas."

"I will! As soon as we were alone, we had a suspicious air, and I felt like I was in danger and I ran away!

Apparently, Saila went just before Negas pushed her down.

Though, she seemed to be accepting it with her.

"Well... maybe Saila, what's on that neck...!

"... you got something on you?

"Really, it's turning red"

"Red? No, it should be..."

Memories of resurrection.

The sensation also remains subtle because of what happened just now.

But Sarah had no knowledge.

No, I have the knowledge to be exact, but because I don't have the experience, I couldn't tie what I was hit with.

"Wow, I've probably never seen anything like that before"

"Flam, what is that?

"Uh... I don't know, the..."

"Because you don't have to explain it!

I don't know Cyril, but I hear Saila knows what the word means.

A girl of her age, so to speak of nuns.

She didn't seem to thrive much on that kind of topic, and surprisingly, she's mashed.

"Ugh, Negas, you've done a hell of a thing...!

"Saila, you climbed the adult stairs."

"Not yet!

"What are you talking about?

"Hmm, I don't know..."

"I don't have to explain that either. Ah!

You're tired of yelling too much, and Saila's breathing with her shoulders up and down.

"I'm sorry," he said with a laugh, reflecting that Flam had just made too much fun of him.

"But the truth is, I wonder"

"How, what do you do?

"What does Saila think of Negas?"

"That's not why I told you."

Sarah pointing her lips.

"Saila, you didn't refuse to go as far as being able to put a mark on your neck, even though you said so."

"... mmm"

I am conscious.

I'm just afraid I'll admit it.

Negas is an adult, and Saila is a child.

But Negas relentlessly turns adult affection to her.

Don't you care much about the difference in years because of the long life expectancy Demons?

Ha Also, is Negas simply such a hobby?

Either way, admit it, if you accept it - maybe she will try to step into a relationship that has progressed more than she does now, without hesitation.

"Why don't you tell anyone what you really mean?

"I won't tell you, because I will definitely keep it in our minds"

Flam said, Cyril also shook her head vertically about twice.

Then Saila stared at the pattern of the carpet laid on the floor, worried for more than ten seconds plenty - and opened her mouth.

"... I like it, I like it. Sure, it looks like a de pervert, and if there's a gap, it doesn't mean you don't have a bad toko. But there are quite a few things that I think are cool, and... because they also show me weaknesses and stuff. I'm glad to be relied upon."

Gatang from outside the room the moment she so revealed her true intentions! and something bumped into me.

The three gaze simultaneously in the direction of its sound - towards the entrance door.

"No way... Neigus, are you there?!?

Saila stood up in momentum and vandalized her voice.

The face, needless to say, is blushing.

Negas, who was eavesdropping outside the room, noticed, slowly opened the door and came inside the room.

"Eh heh... I heard that"

"Hey, hey, hey!

Barking saira.

And if I do, I'll do it, Neigus.

She stopped around the entrance to the room for a while, but when she only got a serious look for a moment and thought of something, she walked over to Saila.

"Or I don't want you to get me wrong, but that's... yes, because we were just talking about tactics! I'll ask the ladies where there is a gap!

She starts making excuses that no one has heard.

"That's what Flam Oi and Cyril Oi, the brave ones, are doing when they're getting over the training ground! I think I'm a hundred times stronger now just listening! If you like, Negas will come with you."

Regardless, Negas hasn't even heard that word.

Just closing in silently, you basically put your hands on both of those cheeks.

"Muggle!?

I pressed my own lips against Sarah's lips.

To a sudden event, she said, "Hmm! Mm-hmm!" and bumps his hands and feet.

Neigus, on the other hand, had a lukewarm look and enjoyed the feel of his lips.

Flam and Cyril are surprised to say 'yes' with their mouths half-opened.

The kiss lasted for a long time, and sometime Saila stopped resisting, turning her arms around Negas' body.

"Pfft!"

When the two faces left, they stared at each other with their moist eyes.

"Ha... ha... bah, aren't you stupid, Negas... pervert, de pervert. Oh, how old do you think you are...!

"It doesn't matter. People's lives are short, and if you don't make them your own soon, you'll grow old before me."

The life expectancy of the Demons is generally between one hundred and fifty and two hundred years.

But old people are pretty slow compared to humans.

Even if there's as much difference in years as Saila and Negas, there's no doubt that Negas will be left out sooner or later.

"Because I won't allow you to talk serious!

"You can scold me, and I'm ready to be seen with cold eyes from around me"

"Hey, wait a minute, seriously!? Are you serious!?

"You told me you liked Sarah, too."

"So that was about tactics! Ah, don't touch it, don't lift it! Hey, help me, please. It's hard to keep this up."

"If you really hate me, I'll stop too"

"Heh...?

Sailor's movement stops perfectly.

In the first place, if you really don't want to, there are as many means of resistance as there are to bump your hands and feet.

I mean, from the beginning, it was obvious to anyone that she hadn't refused to skinny- when Neigus smiled at Nicole, it was now time she held up her little body.

"Well, there we go."

"... ugh"

Sarah could no longer even move.

Because I do not hate it.

And as it is, he leaves the room without speaking to the flams.

When Sarah and Negas disappear from the room and Batan and the door close - the flam, still half-opened with his mouth and confused, returns much more to reality.

"Awesome stuff, I think I saw it"

"... yeah"

And we both nodded.

"Saila, I wonder what's going to happen"

"Um, Mr. Negas, I don't think you're gonna do anything that Saila really hates, so I think you're gonna be okay, okay?

I wasn't sure what was okay with the flam I was talking about either, but for now, Cyril seemed convinced by that.

"By the way, Fram too."

"Hmm?"

"Sooner or later you want to do something like that with Milkit?

With pure eyes, Cyril asks straight.

How dare she really neglect it when it comes to romantic matters, which is why she bangs straight straight straight questions.

"I want to..."

"Well, I knew you'd want to like it."

"I will."

Still, admittedly, Flam.

I've already tried cuddling and sleeping and kissing my forehead, and if I think the place just turns into a lip, it doesn't seem like a huge change - but again, the height of the hurdle is incomparable on my forehead and lips.

"Cyril, you don't have anyone like that."

"Yeah, not at all. If they say who they like best, your father, your mother and your local friends... and then I guess Flam."

"You can have me lined up there, too."

"Naturally. Because the time spent may be short, but the impact I've had is enormous"

They looked at each other and smiled at each other.

Flam also liked the sweet and sour time spent with Milkit, but liked the peaceful time spent with Cyril this way.

A relationship that can be spoken to in earnest at will is a comforting one, no matter what its shape.

"Hey, Cyril."

"What?"

"When we get back to Wangdu, we'll go eat that confectionery cake again."

"Right, sure. Because I haven't been able to cover the menu yet."

"Haha, are you going to eat it all?

"Yeah, I don't want to compromise on cake"

I'm in a better mood than a brave man's journey.

Perhaps Cyril is the right temperament for something like that.

plowing fields, eating cakes and making them.

Never hold a sword and fight monsters and humans.

"Well, actually, I found a store in the East End where people can eat cakes that look delicious, so why don't you go that way?

"The East Side has a luxurious image that makes it difficult to get in."

"It's surprisingly reasonable there, and it's delicious!

That's how the two, forget the time, thrive in casual conversation.

As a “friend," not a member of the party, so as to fill in the blanks that were separated.

Then in a few dozen moments, and still the two are constantly talking about sweet things - Concon, someone knocks on the door.

"Go ahead -"

When Flam said that, Milkit came into the room.

"Welcome back, Milkit"

"Welcome back"

"I'm home now, my husband, Mr. Cyril"

A mill kit wearing long-skirt-type made-up clothing with laces on the shoulder straps that was served at the Demon King's Castle.

Once again, Fram realizes that her classy girlfriend is cute again.

"Are you ready for the party?

"No, I was kicked out because the food was done to some extent. He wants us to leave the rest to ourselves."

I guess Disa also has her pride as a hospitality side.

"Oh, but I got the recipe well, so I'm going to make it when I get back to King's Capital"

"Thank you, I'm looking forward to it."

"Ha!"

Milkit responding well.

And Fram beats next to herself - where Saila sat until earlier, pompous.

As he approached him, Milkit sat there, clutching his body together perfectly and leaning over his shoulder.

Cyril smiles and gets up when she sees the two friendly people like that.

"That, Cyril?

"I'll walk you to the party time, because I want to make you hungry."

Leaving that to say, she left the room with a crunch.

A little bit, maybe he cared.

Flam gets kind of asexually embarrassed.

"Mr. Cyril and I wanted to talk calmly."

"I wonder if I, too, would like Milkit and Cyril to get along. But it's the same room, and I think I'll get another chance."

"Yes, I'll try to speak up when the party is over"

Mirkit also seems to be interested in Cyril, and Fram was a little relieved.

My favorite shapes are different, and they're both important to Flam.

I want to be with you forever.

When the distance between them shrunk like that, they all wanted to go for a cake with the three of them, what an ambition.

Nevertheless, the only way to do this is to end the war with the kingdom somehow.

Long way to go.

For one thing today, I just want to focus on resting my body.

Feeling Milkit's body temperature this way still reassures my mind.

I just want to let myself go and sleep with her thighs on my pillow as well - but before I do, I have something to do.

"Mill kit. Bandage...... can I untie it"

"Of course it is. Actually, I was a little nervous that it might have been forgotten."

"I'm not forgetting, I'm talking about Milkit"

I assure you, Flam.

Mirkit turned his face toward the Lord, smiling delightfully.

Flam carefully unwraps that white cloth as he reaches for the bandage knot with a familiar handle.

"When I was caught, what was it?

"The room was with Mr. Ink, so I was just getting a bandage and doing it myself. But I knew it would be much better for your husband to touch you like this."

"Oh well. I like to unbandage the mill kit, too."

When the white skin becomes dewy, the flam's gaze nails there.

This is the first time I've seen Milkit's face since I became aware of his romantic emotions.

Even if I said my chest was pounding just to be nearby, what would happen if I saw that adorable figure?

I was a little nervous now.

"Um, your husband. What about Mr. Cyril?"

"What's wrong with Cyril?

"... What is Mr. Cyril like to your husband?"

To such a question, Flam's hand stopped.

Milkit looks anxiously up at the face of the Lord.

Flam, who perceived the intention from that expression, laughed inadvertently "heh.

"It's me. I have to tell Milkit something important."

"Is it important?"

"Yes, it's very important. As far as I'm concerned, I was hoping to tell you when the battle is over and you're settled in the king's capital."

"Yes......"

"Just part of it, I'll tell you right now."

If I say so, Cyril is just a good friend.

But for Milkit, who hasn't been able to give an answer clearly to his relationship with the Lord, I guess his presence makes him anxious.

That could be an obstacle, perhaps, for Cyril and Milkit to understand each other.

That's why I'm telling you first.

Flam thinks it's not enough to say it again, but to dispel her anxiety at all.

Just, all the bandages came loose.

A facial mill kit with white snowy skin looks just a little thinner than it was before it broke up.

Because Fram wasn't with me.

Believe in the Lord once in a while, I didn't often make weak noises, but I'm sure I've been having a hard time.

Put your hands on your cheeks in the hope that you will sincerely mercy and love such a mill kit and that your thoughts will reach through your fingers.

To the sweet tickle, she whispered, "Ah......"

The heartbeat goes off.

The flam, the mill kit, the feeling of tightening the chest, the rising body temperature, they both share the same feeling.

Yet the two of them have not yet obtained any certainty that the thoughts they hold with each other are the same.

Anything close to that, anything that can be said to be "sure," nothing yet.

Even if they look like lovers from around them, unless they finish that “ritual," I'm sure they won't name the relationship.

But still, until the battle is over, now...

"Except for Milkit, because it's never going to be my best. That's all, no matter what, never."

If I say so, it is almost a confession.

But what doesn't make it a confession is the subtlety of their relationship.

Whatever it is, that saved Milkit.

The option of not believing in the Lord to her does not exist.

For one thing, there may be Cyril above himself, and such anxiety spreads beautifully and refreshingly.

"Ah... I'm sorry, I said something like trying your husband"

"It's nothing, because I'm the one who made you anxious. Cyril is a dear friend to me (...). So I'm glad Milkit gets along."

"Yes, I'd love to come near you, too. And then... your husband."

Milkit said, looking a little embarrassed, but looking closely into Flam's eyes.

"Because my most, ever, forever belongs only to your husband"

Thoughts swell.

The affections common lovers have jumped over long ago.

That bond is deep and it is clear from anyone's eyes that there is no longer room for others to enter.

But not yet, sweeten to the moratorium.

"Thanks, Milkit"

That said, Flam held the mill kit over.

Milkit narrows his eyes comfortably to the touch of his hand stroking his head, mainly cheeky.

As they fell into bed, they touched each other's foreheads and each other's cheeks, making no sense.

Just time flies by to be happy.

The rough mind while away played back to its original form so beautifully that it forgot that it was scratchy.