Hyaku Ma No Aruji

A luxurious body girl who was likely to break if held was climbing Lindholm Spiritual Mountain that day.

"... I can climb..."

It had already climbed up a lot, but there was still anxiety in the girl's chest.

I had confirmed with my own demonic eyes that the climbing route from the north side was the most smooth.

The Devil's Eye.

It is a type of telescopic capability, but it is called because the viewpoint is limited to the one from above.

It is the eye of "Demons Living in Heaven," he said.

Because of this, my clan was certified as the Demon King.

Farsightedness foresees things people don't want to be seen.

They were afraid of it.

They are the ones who once asked for help from their own clan.

They rejoice in lending the power of farsightedness at first, but later (later) they realize the threat and are anxious.

Especially worrying about having contacts once.

This demon eye is a bad thing.

When it comes to having relationships with people, it's very dangerous.

- I didn't... do anything.

I have had The Devil's Eye since I was born.

The Genealogy of the Demon King (Keifu), named "Tenjin". - The Genealogy of Blood.

It is the lowest ranked Demon sign in the Demon King's issue, but it is still the object of fear.

One reason why not having power other than the "Devil's Eye of Heaven" would not have been the "King" or "Emperor".

- Mother, father.

A month ago, my parents were killed.

A clan of our own (Heavenly Demons) who have stopped using The Devil's Eye for someone for two generations now and have lived in such a way that they don't make contact with people as long as possible.

Yet they came after us.

I used to try to help conveniently, but once I left (once), now I'm hostile.

If you're so scared, I wish you hadn't asked me to help you from the start.

I wish I didn't have contacts.

Leave me alone.

Even so, it's still too late.

The girl was also being chased by them again.

At the sacrifice of my father and mother, I heard the vague (blatant) desire to 'please live' - to escape.

I came everywhere with the Devil's Eye in mind not to be found by the chaser.

The Devil's Eye is what I am, I have no power to fight.

How long the hell should I run away?

There was Lindholm Spiritual Mountain ahead, where he tried to get half depressed and fled.

It is said that untrained spirits gather here.

Maybe we have ancestors here.

My father and mother could be here.

The girl was determined to climb the spiritual mountain, wondering if it was okay to search for them at the spiritual mountain if she just had to run away.

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Along the way, I found some spiritual bodies and mountain beasts, but I managed not to find them thanks to the demonic eye.

You can't go back when you get here.

The cold wind hits my body, and by the way, the snowy ground grips me on my feet as a ground-bound spirit.

I climbed the mountain almost heartlessly because my cheeks, caressed by cold air, had lost their senses.

Finally, we reached the top of the mountain.

There was a young man with snow and white hair and bright red eyes and a very beautiful brunette.

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- I wonder who...

Young people seem like ghosts because of their floating away appearance.

But the woman looked lively.

Dark hair that is slightly damp with sweat and feels colourful.

A flesh that has been worked out so well for a good bloody skin.

I guess I would say that about a body that is free from waste.

For a woman, she is tall, sometimes her spine is pinned and she looks much bigger than herself.

Exactly smaller than the youth next door, but it was the woman who felt compelled.

- How about... let's do it.

Should I say something?

If I was so worried, a voice came from the other side.

He was spinning his words as the young man sent a rare gaze here.

"Are you lost, too?

"Ah, ahhh... uh..."

I'm not good at talking to people.

Because I've lived away from people because of demonic eyes.

"I'm not trying to do anything, so you don't have to be nervous. - Instead, I've barely talked to anyone in the lower realm, so I'm nervous."

Am I nervous about that?

I see something like spare time, but is that his original atmosphere?

Since spinning the words, he's got some loose air, and even though it's the first time he's met, it makes him feel easy to stick around.

In contrast to his vulgar appearance, he got the impression that he was kind of nostalgic.

"Yes...... is it?

"Yeah. Now, hey, I might seem spare because I'm concentrating on making this grave, but if I distract you, I'm going to freak out and glance at the woman next door. I just met this guy, too."

"Hehe, something, funny,"

I couldn't find a clear answer to why I thought that, even though it was the finesse of my mind.

But the only way I could be alert was to look at him shrugging his shoulders off.

The beautiful woman, snuggling next door and putting the tombstone to the ground, also had a soft smile.

Looks like I got lost in some strange place.

- I didn't see your father and mother...

Instead I met two strange people.

The summit of Lindholm Spiritual Mountain gives the impression that it is isolated from the outside world.

Thanks to that, the more I was being chased, the more room I had in my mind.

"Me too, the... tomb? - I'll make it, can I help...?

"Of course. Thank you. So, yeah......, I wonder if you could fix the roots with a small stone so that the protruding tomb doesn't fall"

"Yeah, okay"

This young man also said he had never spoken to many people.

I also feel intimate there.

"Oh, I'm Melea."

Second, as I recall, a young man spun his name.

The youth, however, did not ask for a name this way.

He cuts his gaze quickly, 'You don't have to tell me if you don't want to,' and shows me a trick that includes such a temper.

"Ahhh!

"Hmm?"

"A, Eyes. My name… Eyes…"

I didn't have the courage to expose my family name.

If my family name enlightens me about the "Heavenly Demon" issue, this strange encounter may be broken because of it.

But I wanted you to know my first name.

It can be thin, so there's a connection that we know each other's names - I wanted it.

"Oh well. Well, nice to meet you, Eyes."

"Ugh, yeah!

The girl unloaded her luggage in the right place and wrapped around the long sleeves of her dubbed clothes.

That brings us closer to the tomb of stone, which already stands about ten, and solidifies its roots with pebbles.

- Whose grave is it?

The names are carved, but they're all falling apart.

Family names are not uniform either.

I wondered, but when I asked too much, this space seemed to break back, so I decided to work more carelessly.