Maouyome

# 111 Distinguishing from Memories

While refraining, one person awaits the visit of the Demon King.

They told me I had something important to tell you.

Sure, it must be an important story.

...... yeah. I'm already ready.

I've also been able to break up with Mariel Village.

My parents told me what I thought.

So,...... it's okay.

I also feel sorry for the leanshades and bell adones on the road that seem to have caused me to pay some attention.

They say Svazilfari.

You think anything is that famous Slapenil protospecies, a very rare kind of horse? They say it's a kind of phantom beast, but I've never seen a six-legged horse before in my life.

There are unusual creatures in the world.

On the way home, Beradne, who occasionally found the wild Svazilfari, captured it with brilliant hands to show it. Beautiful looking pervert, but I'll do it when I do.

Even with wild horses, they can quickly serve without the need for discipline if they use good puppet art. He connected the captured Svazilfari to the carriage and swept me away at once, probably to cheer me up that was depressing.

There is something unexpectedly profound about it.

... There are more unfortunate things that are difficult.

In the end, thanks to that Svazilfari, I was able to return to the Imperial Castle in no time.

It's in the shape of leaving the buckwheat, but it's that way, and I'm supposed to come back slowly. It's been an unexpectedly long stay, so if you could just come back slowly about the time you leave, that would be fine.

He was feeling more depressed than I thought.

I feel a lot clearer thanks to Svazilfari's disease. That felt... good.

The refreshment of leaving the trees, the rivers and the mountains in no time. My heart danced all the way to the scenery that was flowing.

I remember what the Virgin told me in the Holy City.

The answer I want, to the Demon King.

What answer do I want from the Demon King?

Now I can see that clearly.

I told the Demon King I was layering the maori.

He wanted the Demon King to be a Maori.

We were together in the village of Mariel, a familiar Maori.

We always played together, Maori.

One day he suddenly disappeared......, Maori.

I liked Maori.

I was a young romantic in a position I wouldn't even notice myself, but somewhere, I kept waiting for Maori to come back.

... I noticed that.

But now, I am also strongly aware that I want to be on the side of the Demon King.

Maori and the Demon King.

I took the liberty of laying the Maori on the Demon King.

Without knowing how selfish that is.

I wanted the Demon King to be Maori.

Whether the Demon King is a Maori or not.

I don't think I could confirm that because I was scared. I was afraid to hear that reply.

I realized that I didn't see the demon king himself properly when I wanted him to be a Maori.

If you're looking at the Demon King himself properly, it doesn't matter if the Demon King is a Maori or not.

I like the Demon King.

Regardless of whether the Demon King is a Maori or not.

If the Demon King were a Maori, what would he do?

If the Demon King wasn't Maori,... what would he do?

... I don't care.

I don't know what to do.

Now neither of those answers, I don't want.

That's why I can't ask.

I think he was running away.

From my feelings for the demon king in me, I was running away.

I like Maori, I like the Demon King.

I can't recognize myself without such moderation.

I wanted to escape the reality that if I were to choose one, I would have to set it apart from one thought or another.

I was scared that I had to decide.

"... the selfishness to make.... right?"

So I made up my mind.

My chosen path, myself.

What will I do now?

After I thought about what I wanted, I made up my mind.

I don't run away or anything anymore,...

You shouldn't run away. Yes, because I think so.

The door opens with a rattling noise.

Make sure he looks that way, and I can see his body gets tense without me knowing. When I realized that I was nervous, not even in the pattern, my body became more and more tense with wonder.

I knew I was scared.

But... I have to tell you.

"... Demon King"

Trying to speak from me, they stopped me.

When the Demon King raised one hand and stopped my words, he urged me to sit at the table in the middle of the room.

... The Demon King's calm is annoying.

I also kind of seem to be the only one in a hurry with feelings,... I don't like it. I don't like it.

I usually resent the Demon King for being properly calm at times like this, even though behavioral suspicion is noticeable.... but...

When I get back from the Holy Capital, I'll respond properly, and that's what I promised, so you know what we're going to talk about now.

You seem calm enough.

There's no way you've forgotten that promise, so what can you afford is knowing what kind of reply I'm going to give?

... you'll find out.

I messed up a lot.

……

Silence is heavy.

Is this,... is that it?

I know what the reply is, so is it the silent pressure to say something?

Come on......

Well, I've decided to be quite prepared for that, and I'm going to get back to you exactly. It's not even kind of funny to think that's how you're being spotted.

It's not even funny, but I'm going to feel lost the day they say 'I know how you feel'.

If I'm going to say it, should I at least say it from here?

"... I have to tell you something"

Ho ho!?

"... so am I. I must tell the Demon King something, too."

"The... what. I mean,... that's it."

... Surprised.

I thought they'd say it first, so I gave it back.

I knew you'd find out.

That's right.

I draw water from the water and drink it...

After you show me some room.

There's a bee over here!

...... ha. Nervous.

"... refia"

"Yes."

"Refia, do you hate me for..., you know...

……

Yes?

I was wondering what..., what to say.

What are you asking all of a sudden?

If you don't like it, you won't be so worried or nervous or anything - though. Don't you see?

Look...

……

I don't know, man.

You haven't said anything yet.

I have to tell you, you don't know anything.

That's right.

I felt powerless.

That's right, I haven't said anything yet.

I have to tell you, I don't know, everyone's with me.

No, of course not.

So I decided to get back to you.

Think about it, be nervous on your own.

I haven't said anything yet, and I haven't told you.

Then even the Demon King will be anxious, won't he?

When I think the Demon King is quite nervous for me, it's kind of, ho.

"You don't hate it, do you?"

"... well. Right.... right"

"I like it. About the Demon King."

"Oh... yeah, right"

I could say it more naturally than I thought.

Yeah.... I'm fine, I'm fine.

"Now what..."

Take a seat and behave yourself to the Demon King.

It's not like I'm sitting there.

Keep your head down properly and tell it clearly.

"We accept your proposal from the Demon King."

I've decided to be ready.

Because this is my chosen answer.

"I'm still immature, but please let me stay at your side."

Chest up, face up, I can say that.

I choose the Demon King.

I want to choose to live on the side of the Demon King.

……

Sorry, Maori......

I've always liked it, though.

I choose the Demon King.

I'm sorry I couldn't pick Maori.

I didn't realize how I felt, I'm sorry.

... stupid me, sorry.

But all the time, I liked it.

Really, I liked it.

I'm sorry,... Maori.

...... sorry.

I don't know, tears passed down my cheeks.

I said it.

Now I'm telling you.

I communicated my feelings and intentions to the Demon King.

I chose the Demon King.

Nobody else, of their own free will.

Thoughts about Maori, too.

And memories with Maori.

You have to cut it off at your own initiative.

"... this is my, reply. I'm ready, I've decided."

I don't look back anymore.

I don't even lay the Maori on the Demon King.

Because I don't want to be that pitiful of myself.

To Maori, who I really liked, because I'm sorry.

"... ok. Well done. You took it. With all my heart, I'm glad."

"... Regards,"

The Demon King responded with a voice that stopped and held back the discouragement.

Again, bow your head deeply.

Now, that's okay.

Now......

I shouldn't have cried.

You shouldn't cry here.

I couldn't help but cry afterwards and keep my face up.

I chose it myself, even though I don't deserve to cry. I couldn't stop crying.

The Demon King takes his seat without saying anything.

And as it were, I left the room.

... made me care.

I'm really, really sorry.

...... sorry.

I'm sorry, Demon King.

Sorry,...... Maori.

I can't get over it. I couldn't even look up, and I cried on the spot.

I was going to be ready.

I was going to sort out my feelings.

I..., cried out.

Of the Demon King, in front.

...... sorry.

Such a pitiful self,...... sorry.

"... Dear Lephia!?

Some time after the Demon King left, Lean Shade came in to check on the room.

He sees me crying down in his room and rushes right to his side.

"What's wrong? What the hell..."

I appreciate your concern, but I'm sorry that I cried for being selfish.

Still, I want someone on my side.

I reached out to Lean Shade and cried out.

"... Dear Lefia"

To the Demon King, to the Maori, to the Lean Shade.

I'm so sorry, I feel sorry for myself. Unable to stop the tears, as if to confess, I told Leanscheid the circumstances.

Having received a proposal from the Demon King.

I've always liked the childhood maori thing.

That you chose the Demon King by cutting off your thoughts on Maori, but you cried down in front of the Demon King.

I feel sorry for myself like this......

Maybe I shouldn't have told you.

It was something I had to keep in myself. I couldn't stop myself from disclosing my feelings.

I couldn't swallow the spilled word.

Every time I explain the circumstances one by one, Lean Shade's expression turns into something harsh.

He had begun to put together a cold, bottom-cold rage.

To my selfishness, maybe I'm angry.

I have no choice,...... right?

Even if you get stunned, you have no choice.

It's only natural to be angry.

"... so from His Majesty, what?

"... when I suddenly cried down and they left.... I guess I got stunned, just like that.... I'm sorry. You're pathetic, I'm sorry."

"Really? His Majesty said nothing.... You left without saying anything.... Really?"

"... leanshade?

The last time I checked that, all of a sudden, Lean Shade hugged me.

She seemed kind of angry, but she was still happy to hug me, and the warmth of her skin made me feel good. I leaned on the warmth of Lean Shade, as it were.

"There's no word for it."

"... right? Sorry, Lean Shade."

"It's not about Lephia."

"... Huh? What, eh!?

Soon after I realized, Lean Shade was in Princess Night Fork mode.

Frozen red cold air boils down in anger.

"Master Lefia, please take the night off. I'm also tired of traveling. I had a sudden errand."

"... uh, sorry.... What's wrong?

"Rest assured. I won't take it to life."

"... Yes?

Inside the white monochrome, the leanshade rose up softly, sharply giggling her red eyes like blood.

I don't know what it is, but I'm afraid of Lean Shade.