Maouyome

A few days later.

The corner of Demon King Castle that's back for now.

The vast castle of the Demon King has many places called courtyards.

One of them. I am now in a tight place sandwiched by a barracks and spires on the south side.

"... you perverted demon king. I will never forgive you."

I haven't heard a single incision with the Demon King since that day when the embarrassment went around and I learned to kill him.

It's been some days since I came back from the fort to Demon King's Castle, and that pervert doesn't even show a bare gesture of apology. I'm not going to forgive you for not apologizing. Definitely.

You pervert.

Even for a moment, I was so excited.

Feeling unwell, I drop my eyes on a small flowerbed built to my feet and my apologies. It is a carefully crafted flower bed, although it is never well designed.

A slightly dark-eyed pink rose blooming in that little flowerbed.

When I smell the sweet fragrance blurring the tip of my nose, I can see better myself that the feeling of feeling is relieved.

This place is sunny.

By this time today, when May is over, I also feel a slight sign of a jizzy summer in my cheer.

The coolness of the breeze that plunders your skin through the trees is pleasant.

Glossy pink roses flutter in the eyes as well.

... here, soothe.

I had no idea there was such a good spot in the castle.

I tried to come here on another business, but this was a start.

I guess it's good. I guess it's good.

I look at the rose in front of me and notice the discomfort, and gently, I try to trace the root of the stem with my fingers.

"There are many flowers blooming in one stem..."

Is that it? I thought roses bloom one at a time.

"It's a spray rose. Did you like it?"

"Heh. There's a lot of roses, too."

Turning to the voice called from his back, there was, as usual, an old gentleman with a serene face. Waiting for someone to come. It's Mr. Cell Azam.

I've been waiting to hear that if you need me for Mr. Seruazam, you can wait here, but I wonder if this could be Mr. Seruazam's personal space.

No, well. I'm guessing there will be a lot more limited people who can personally use the courtyard of Demon King Castle.

"You feel politely raised. Mr. Cell Azam is raising you?

"Older comfort. … but fortunately, by the time I put on a good color"

"That's a lovely color"

"Thank you"

Love the flowers alongside the old gentleman.

I just thought it might not suit a guy to be a dark pink rose, but that's not true either. This. The subtle lumbar elegance suits you well.

A guy who looks good with pink roses,... looks good, doesn't he?

Even this shard of elegance would be in that demon king......

……

……

If there is, what?

What are you thinking? I am.

No, because there isn't.

No. Absolutely not.

"... how have you been?

"Nothing! … nothing."

The conversation got rough.

... It doesn't even depend on the face of it.

"Long after they returned from the fort, His Majesty is not well either.... shouldn't it be time for forgiveness?

"... I don't know, and I'm not going to forgive you"

"... This is tough. Well, I'm in trouble."

I don't know about him playing with naked dolls on his own without people knowing.

Mr. Seruazam, wrinkled and cheeky with a wrinkle in his eye, did not look too troubled.

...... yeah. If you look at it again like this, you'll see.

Conversely, why didn't you notice it before?

I've felt nostalgic somewhere since I first met you, but I didn't connect in my memory.

... naturally.

I don't even think so, normal.

I took a folded silk handkerchief out of my nose and gently offered it to Mr. Seruazam. Of course, to return what is wrapped in it to the person.

"I'll pay you back for this. I found it in the hallway in the castle.... It's important, isn't it?

Receiving a handkerchief, Seruazam opened inside with a small neck and gave a slightly confused look.

... unusual. But you're surprised, Mr. Cell Azam.

"Take this... Why would you do that to me?

The handkerchief was a decorative part of an old pendant that I picked up a while ago.

Now I can finally give it back to the dropper.

"There's a little bit of a lot going on at the fort, and I think I can see the magic more clearly than before. Magic is strange, isn't it? People come in many colors and shapes, and each has its own characteristics. If you wear it for a long time, you can still have things like the remnants of that person's magic."

"... so you say it's my thing?

Since that time when I unlocked the seal that's inside me, there's certainly something very different in me. The magic that becomes more familiar with the body day by day and the magic sensation that increases as if to respond to it.

The world was quite full of magic.

"... there was a seal in me. It was a seal that felt very gentle. I'm not sure yet, but I think that seal must have been a seal to protect me. It was a black velvety ribbon-like, magically braided seal."

Turn back to Mr. Cell Azam.

"It was a magic and cliché thing that remained in that pendant. That black velvet ribbon was something you used to put on me for amulets, wasn't it?... Uncle Cell"

I will never call that name.

I'm sure, but... I don't really know.

Uncle Cell, who said he was a former merchant.

Someone who used to live in a village and taught me all sorts of things about swordsmanship, letters and miscellaneous things when I was young.

He was a little fat uncle who didn't even look like the old gentleman in front of him, but the magic form was entirely with him. The way you make that look, the gentle waist.

Only for what I've noticed if I've noticed, I'm more certain.

Mr. Seruazam does not break his expression and stares back at my gaze straight from the front. I can't really read emotions from that look, but maybe, I'm pretty sure.

What do I do, I'm nervous about something.

To the lid, Mr. Selazam loosened his cheek.

... Oh?

"Much......, it's a way of being called nostalgic"

"... I knew it was Uncle Cell"

Ooh.

Tell me honestly,...... I'm a little relieved.

I was wondering if it was all right.

"Has it been five years? Long time no see. Master Lefia is beautiful, too. It's so invisible."

"Uncle Cell lost weight, didn't he?... It's not like I'm changing the level. Could you have magically changed your appearance?

"It's on the left. However, it is not magic, and there is a secret medicine that changes the appearance that way.... you know very well."

Medicine... I see.

If you had changed your appearance with a secret medicine, could you not tell? I'm sure of one thing.

... awesome. I also had some secret drugs.

"I can't believe Uncle Cell was a demon,... I'm still surprised"

"Back then, we lived in a mix of people. I kept it a secret from everyone that I was a Demon. Sorry, sir."

"... hmm. Something uncomfortable. It's Uncle Cell, but it doesn't look like Uncle Cell.... you can talk to me now just like you used to, or... don't you?

It leaves me uncomfortable with the way I talk.

"Like old times, is it?... Not at all. Lephia seems the same. I'm fine and above all, but I think you should calm down a little bit."

"Oh, shit! It's Uncle Cell! Ha, really......, it's Uncle Cell.... I was wondering if I'd see you again. Grrr.... I'm going to shut up.... it's terrible."

Ugh, shit.

I don't mean to, but you're gonna cry on your own.

"... excuse me. I wanted to say hello for the last time, but I couldn't help but see Lefia."

"Hehe... You're not even old anymore. I'm sorry. I'm crying."

"I'm so sorry about this. You've become a fine lady, so you're being rude."

"Not at all.... Yikes."

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's Uncle Cell!

It's Uncle Cell!

It's Uncle Cell. Uh-oh!

I miss it! I miss it! I miss you!

Glad! Glad! Glad!

... Oh, yeah!

"If Uncle Cell was a demon, could Maori be a demon too? I mean, what about Maori? Aren't you with me now?

"Maori...... was a child who was a parent and a child in the village but was temporarily kept from an old acquaintance. Mr. Maori is not like me, he is not a Demon."

"Oh, I knew it! I was wondering if it might be something like that. Uncle Cell is so sweet, but Maori is an idiot. Oh well.... Maori is not a demon.... Oh well."

He was a different parent and child.

Really? I knew you weren't a real parent.

……

……

"... Then Maori isn't here right now. Kind of a shame.... Ha.... I just wanted to see you for a second."

Just a little...... I don't know.

I also miss you when I find out you're not here.

That's all, I'm sure.

"I'll be right there."

"... to?

When I was surprised at myself for the other puffiness of my thoughts, Mr. Seruazam smiled at me as if to comfort me.

It makes me kyotong about the content of the word.

"Mr. Maori is also right on his side. I'm a little unwell right now, but I don't have any health problems. Be very good."

"Oh, so Maori is also in the Land of Demons? Even if you're not a demon? Oops! I want to see you! I want to see you!

I told you I'm not a demon, and you're in the land of demons? Why?

But if you're here, I want to see you! I want to see you!

For a moment I thought it was unfortunate, or I felt extra excited to see you.

"Yes.... but I still don't seem to be a little brave enough right now to be able to meet Mr. Lefia,... it may take a while"

"Uh. I wonder what that is. I don't know what courage means. I wish I'd just come and see you. He still stinks of trouble."

That's bullshit.

I wish I hadn't uddered to see you.

But, you know what?

Maori's here, too.

... Oh well. Oh, my God.

"If you're alive, that's fine.

Nature and cheeks are unstoppable.

I feel flustered by Maori information I never thought I would.

"You must be getting bigger... and Maori. Have I lost my back length yet? What if I was growing a beard or something? I can be a sharp swordsman or something. I guess I can't...... I was weak.... I wonder if the crybaby has healed."

Imagine Maori after five years.

She originally looked as pretty as a doll, so she was even more polished and must be beautifully shaped, I guess.... what will it look like?

"Well, it's about Maori. Wrong doesn't make you a pervert like the Demon King, does it? I look forward to seeing you."

I can't stop being excited about the groom.

"... hey wasaya"

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Mr. Cell Azam turned away gently.