My Room Has Become a Dungeon's Rest Area

In response to Amoena's bloody screams, Kudels' response was ... a sigh.

"Well, it has fallen completely without me knowing." Looking straight into Amoena's cloudy eyes, Kuders utters such a line. However, he did not like Amoena's evaluation.

"It's not a fall! It's such a bad thing that I can't give up my dream !?" Amoena gazes at Kouders, as if she had seen enemies in the world. But he slowly loosened his mouth into a smile.

"It's nice to follow a dream, but yours isn't a dream. It's not pure at least, because a dream that I want to fulfill even if I dye my contraindications can't be pure. If you dare name that emotion ... is that just a desire? "" Ugu ... "

For some reason, Amoena can't reply to the joyfully spit out the orthodox. Kudels's words expressed her heart quite accurately. But she can't abandon her wishes.

"It's not ... my dream isn't such a dirty thing ..." A tear of tears floats on the edge of Amoena's eyes. Kudels stretched his finger and gently wiped the drop, breaking his knees and leveling his gaze with Amoena.

"Oh hey, don't you cry, Amoena-san. Did you ever think you hated me?"

Amoena inadvertently curls her eyes in an unexpected word.

"Half of the blood that flows through my body is a demonic. Love Why don't you think that beautifully blooming desire flower?"

For the demons, Kudels, falling or drowning in greed is nothing to blame. It is only in the values of humans and gods that it is bad and hated.

"Because Kuders threatened that the immortality was terrible. I guess that would make me hate me."

Certainly, given the attitude of Kudels so far, there is no way to think so. But she was unaware of one possibility.

…… about the possibility that Kudels might be taken by himself and fall into darkness.

No, Kuders grew up as a monk's treasured child, drawing the blood of the demons. You will be in darkness from the beginning.

Despite being a madman as a demonic, Kudels's values make him calm and rational while maintaining a good balance, but still there is great darkness at the root. Amoena's darkness may have stimulated his darkness and pushed him towards catastrophe.

"I told you that I was terrible ... think from a human point of view. Anyway, humans who have been physically immortal until now, sooner or later, all have their hearts broken and ruined Probably with pain or something unbearable for humans. "

In addition, Kudels continues to exude sweet words in an unnaturally cool voice.

"I will never grow older physically, and all the demons will be aging at some point. It is normal for me, once you have become immortal."

Amoena realized that the man in front of her was a different race. To such a girl, Kuders whispers in a voice that makes me feel a deeper darkness.

"If you're still worried, I'll give you a word ... I love you, Amoena. I'm dear because I'm a woman who lost her desire and drowned in the darkness. I was going to sink into the sea of love and lust, she had a Mr. Darten, and if she had something to make her happier than me, she had to give it away. She's the happiest thing for her, and she was too strong to keep her in the dark, but she's different. You're very weak, Mr. Amoena. I hope you can't help it. Your weakness is your desire. "

Amoena was filled with fear and irresistible rejoicing with the feverish voice whispering in her ear.

"Well ..."

Kuders tells Amoena, who mutters in a faint voice.

"I didn't want the fruit? Let's give it." "Really?" "Really. But some conditions."

Originally, I should have been alert here. After all, the opponent is a demon no matter how good he is. In particular, this demon king, Kudels, is a person who leads people to darkness with heartfelt good intentions. And he himself was a dangerous thinker who believed in love and did not doubt it.

Amoena asks the terrible Demon King without any doubt.

"What should I do?"

Then, the Demon King spoke his condition in a gentle voice.

"First, take the entrance exam for the Royal Dance Company. In any case, if you can't pass it, you won't be talking."

It was not easy at all. The skills required of members of the Royal Dance Company, which is run by the national gold, are high, and are not places where girls who have begun dancing in earnest for less than a year can enter.

But Amoena wasn't lost.

"Okay. I'll never let you see him." Amoena leaves the dressing room with her determination. Perhaps he couldn't stand still and wanted to practice.

When Amoena disappeared, she told her in a rather unpleasant voice, with gestures like Kuders or bangs.

"Come out. Is eavesdropping a bad taste? Did you usually go to business? It's blooming ..."

At that moment, as if embodying Kuders's irritation, the surrounding space was filled with thorns full of thorns and white flowers.