There is absolutely nothing wrong with my magic cards!

"Then are you willing to continue to be a good person?"

The red-haired girl asked immediately.

Delois froze.

He never thought that there would be innocent humans in the world asking a demon if he wanted to be a good person.

Even if the answer is "yes."

Will anyone really believe it?

Both the question itself and the possible answers sound like a joke.

I wanted to deal with it casually.

But looking at Clotia, it occurred to me that this funny girl was going to die soon.

Her eyes seemed to be looking forward to continuing to be a "good person".

It's ridiculous.

However, I, a demon who is obsessed with studying human beings, don't seem to be qualified to say her.

To achieve this strange scene, in addition to a strange human being, a strange demon is also needed.

The story will develop to this point, half of the reason is because I am obsessed with studying human beings, imitating human beings, and learning from human beings.

That being the case.

According to human logic, it seemed reasonable that he should follow her wishes.

Hospice?

Yes, that's the concept.

Delois thought for a while and replied:

"I don't mind being a 'good guy' if you want, it doesn't make any difference to me after all 'good guy' or 'bad guy'. Know how to be a 'good guy' by your definition."

"Delois, let me teach you,"

The corner of the girl's mouth curled into a faint smile.

Seems to be whispering, what an idiot.

The end of devil's intelligence and sanity looks like human clumsiness.

But in any case she was pleased with Delois' answer,

"If you can't understand kindness, but you are trying to understand human emotions, you should stand opposite evil, forever, forever, and you will be a good person..."

"..."

Delois was silent.

He suddenly realized.

It seems that I have made an incredible promise.

"When you really understand one day, you won't regret what you did..."

The girl's eyelashes fluttered slightly, her vision was hazy, and she continued to mutter as if she was about to lose to sleepiness.

She knew that the devil could not feel the guilt and the condemnation of conscience.

But she believed in Delois.

One day he will understand.

It's a pity that I can't see that day.

The last wish she made to the goddess was that when that day came, she did not want Delois to suffer.

"I understand, as you wish, it will be my tuition fee."

As if he had figured it out, Delois sighed as if admitting defeat.

Although the tone is as cold as the establishment of a contract.

But these words without emotional fluctuations made the girl feel at ease.

"But out of selfishness, I hope you will never understand people's hearts..."

The girl's face, which was carved by moonlight, seemed to have crystal clear teardrops falling from the corners of her eyes.

"why?"

Delois looked at the girl and asked puzzledly.

Even though he spent more than two years with the girl, there were too many things he didn't understand.

But every time what puzzled him the most was all about the girl's mention of people's hearts.

"Because your heart will break..."

The red-haired girl in her arms slowly closed her eyes.

It seemed, for a long time, never to wake up again.

……

Durkan woke up with a start.

Sitting up in bed panting.

Recalling the scene in the dream.

In that dream, he forgot who he was.

I just remember that there was no touch in my heart from beginning to end.

However, the moment he woke up, he recalled the red figure that disappeared like a phantom.

He felt flustered all over his body, and his heart was so painful that it was about to be torn apart, as if he was about to lose half his life.

Durkan raised his paw, and suddenly realized that he was still in cat form, and this was not his room.

Cornelia next to her seemed to have just woken up.

She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and saw the little gray cat soon smiled.

"Did you sleep well?"

Cornelia reached out to pet the little gray cat, and asked softly.

Durkan said nothing.

Removed cat form.

Turned back into a human and hugged Cornelia.

Although Cornelia was stunned.

But he put his hand behind Durkan's back and patted him lightly.

Unlike the cold and weak hand in the dream, Cornelia's hand was warm and reassuring.

"I'm sorry... those are not my true words..."

Durkan's voice was full of pain and self-blame, intermittent.

"What?"

Cornelia asked suspiciously, and then, she seemed to think of something:

"Could it be that the cruel Delois said to Kolotia, 'It doesn't matter if she dies'?"

"Did you dream the same thing?"

Durkan asked in surprise.

He wanted to push Cornelia away and inquire carefully, but found that Cornelia didn't let go, and he couldn't push her away.

The power gap between the two is too great.

"Yeah. Let me tell you, but Lodia said she wasn't angry, but she was really sad in her heart!"

Cornelia's tone could not be heard to be happy or angry.

But she seemed to be snickering.

"Sorry……"

Durkan seemed to be wilting again, and gave up struggling.

He who was hugged by Cornelia was in a state of being slaughtered by her.

He has verified it before.

"Why are you apologizing to me? You are not Delois, and I am not Kolodia. You are Dekan who cares about me the most."

Cornelia put her chin on Durkan's shoulder, pressed her head against him, closed her eyes, and said.

slowly.

It seemed that Durkan's mood gradually settled down.

……

At this time, outside Cornelia's bedroom window, a black cat was also jumping around deftly, then skillfully opened the window and jumped over the curtains.

"Cornelia meow! I'm back! Tell me quickly..."

Teacher Mao shouted excitedly as if he had just been released from prison.

Yet it hadn't finished talking.

Just saw the scene in the bedroom.

The two were silent.

Durkan bit his lip with a complex expression, but his eyes were more rejoicing and relieved.

And Cornelia closed her eyes, with a smile like a reunion after a long absence on the corner of her mouth.

They hugged each other quietly like this, as if they had forgotten the time.

"Meow? Meow??! Meow!!!!"