Maouyome

"Refia! I'll be sure to pick you up, so wait for me!

Maori runs away without looking back.

I just had to drop him off afterwards.

I never thought about it then.

It was natural to be together.

I was always next door when I realized it.

That's natural, and that every day goes on forever. Yes, I didn't even suspect it.

I can't believe he's gone, just like that.

As it were, Maori was gone from next to me.

Quiet rural with a population of about 600.

The village of Mariel, where I was born and raised, was, if I may say so, rural in the countryside. Not that there were people in and out of the villages that were off the streets, but everyone in the village knew each other.

When I was only about 4 years old. From somewhere the parents and children of the traffickers came and lived in the village.

I also remember taking less interest in the rare transferees from the outside.

That was Maori and Uncle Cell.

Uncle Cell was small, fat and well peopled, and quickly tamed the village. My uncle, who was a pedestrian, was very knowledgeable and had soft hips, and people of all kinds were starting to take consultations with Uncle Cell.

But Maori was such a symmetrical boy to Uncle Cell. I think he always looked grumpy without love.

Away from the circle of children in the village, always alone and looking somewhere far away. He was such an unusual boy.

When was the first time you spoke?

It wasn't me.

I saw Maori, who was always alone, and the child who spoke up, on the contrary, came back crying.

When I tried to hear the translation, I ignored it, so I poked.

I knew my teary-eyed face as I held my head down was cute when I did it, so I smacked it.

I talked about something I didn't understand, but the next day I forcefully joined my people.

Behind the appearance of a doll made of white magnetism, Maori was a very troublesome man who was exhausted and rampant on the shore of arrogance, scared and lonely with his crier.

As soon as I took my eyes off, I cried other children, so I became always beside them as a patron.

In doing so, naturally, there were also more opportunities for me to meet Uncle Cell in the face, so as to make a lot of stories better.

Honestly, it was a pain in the ass to be with Maori, who was heartless and stuck with something, but the stories I heard from Uncle Cell were very fascinating.

Uncle Little Fat Cell was really knowledgeable and made me listen to a lot of stories every time I went home.

I enjoyed remembering things I didn't know, and I really taught all sorts of things, including letters, calculations, and how to swing a sword.

If you noticed, Maori and I were always together. It's natural to be together, and I feel like I've always been with you no matter what you do or where you go.

We were digging pits together, hunting and eating wild pigs, muddling the wings of the big bat that nested on the roof, and making capes.

It was fun being with Maori.

Even with Maori, I could safely try even if I could not play with other children.

I could play with Maori.

When I was 12. When the village chief was stealing the sugar confectionery he had hidden and eating it on the beam of the cowshed ceiling. Suddenly, the beam at my feet collapsed.

I thought it sucked.

As I fell with the beam, I stuck to the pillar in an aggressive, weird manner. I was desperate.

I asked Maori for help with the sugar candy on my cheeks all over my mouth and stuck to the pillars like a yamori. Because there was no other way.

He wants me to bring him a ladder before he gets paralyzed.

If you fall, you'll be covered in cow shit. Then you'll find out that you stole sugar confectionery. Anyway, I was desperate.

I couldn't speak well with the sugar sweets in my mouth in the way, I had to even complain with my eyes.

Did the thought make sense, Maori stood up forcefully with a face burned with a sense of purpose.

"Refia! I'll be sure to pick you up, so wait for me!

I nodded forcefully at the word, too.

"Hey, wait."

"Yes?"

In the middle of a memorabilia with Maori, a childhood familiar, the Demon King stopped me looking tired.

"Weren't we supposed to talk about being betrayed?

"Yes, that's why I was betrayed by him, even as I scolded my trembling hands for believing in that promise to Maori, but kept waiting until the sun went down and my parents found me"

It was so hard after that.

My parents were angry, the village chief was angry, the rice was drained, and I was even forced to repair the beams of the cowshed I broke to give you.

All that time my parents looked like ghosts.

"The next day, neither Maori nor Uncle Cell were in the village. They said goodbye to the villagers while I was hanging out on the pillars, and I was the only one who didn't know that."

I remember that time when I heard the word promise.

That sense of despair that hangs on one pillar, but ruthlessly only time passes.

Waiting for help that never comes, voidness.

"I've never been so betrayed before or later. I wonder what I would do if I could still see him... Demon King? Did they do it?

In a depressing mood, causing past trauma and vengeance hatred, the Demon King put a single elbow on the table and held his head.

"… Your Majesty"

"Don't say anything. Adolphus."

The Demon King rises as he roars.

Both Adolphus and Leanscheid are watching the Demon King with an eye that sees someone somewhat pathetic.

... What's up. Suddenly.

"Refia. Just think back when you calm down. Adolphus. Ask Lefia to show us the castle.... Just a little. Leave me alone."

"As you say."

The demon king leaves with his feet fluttered.

Talk to me. I told you.

Was there anything tiresome about it?

Really, what's wrong, Demon King?

"Did I say something bad to the Demon King..."

"You are also equivalent….... No, I dare not say anything"

Adolphus says something and stops.

Equivalent, what is it?

If you have a complaint, say it properly, Pig Gorilla.

"That maori...... what, after that?

"Nothing ever since. It's refreshing and refreshing, and I don't know where I'm doing it by now."

Lean Shade pours me a tea substitute.

I can talk unexpectedly and I'm thirsty.

Really, I wonder where you're doing it.

I hope you're doing well if you can.

Otherwise, I won't clear my grudges funny enough.

"... Now, Your Majesty has ordered me to show you the castle. I don't mean to, but I'll show you around."

"Dear Sir. That's just too much mouth."

A lean shade that blurts Adolphus, like an unacceptance. These two are brothers and sisters.

It doesn't even look alike if you ask me.

"But I wonder if it would be nice to thank him for listening to me earlier..."

"Even assuming you say such things to the Queen is only lame. Because there's a position."

"It was also decided that I would still be queen. Until His Majesty is officially married, you're just a village girl."

"If Your Majesty wants it, it will be right. No, you have to be."

He said he had to be.

I'm running out of words, this kid. That's awesome.

I feel like I'm just pulling it off.

"Okay. Enough. I'm not even going to argue with you here. Dear Refia......, I'll show you the castle so you can follow me. You'll be bored to be in the room forever. Let me show you the soldiers' training ground."

Adolphus turned to the door, taking control of the lean shade he was trying to recruit.

Sure, boredom is boring.

Tea and sweets look delicious, but just watching isn't like that kind of torture. The corset is too tight to pick one.

Even so, the first thing to show you is the training ground.

Even though this is a lady maiden.

You're definitely in trouble, you.

In disgust, we left the room behind.