The Demon King Seems to Conquer the World

Could I walk for about three kilometers?

As the sun began to set, I sat down as if I had done everything I could.

"... let's rest here today"

Blood is drawn from my head.

For some reason, the roots of my neck hurt like a bump.

Put together the tree branches you picked up and light them with a lighter.

I guess it's time to run out of lighter fuel......

"Ugh..."

Sitting beside me as Carol kept her weight on the wand.

I took the map out of my luggage, waiting for the bonfire to burn.

I checked my current position and marked it with a pencil where it moved for two fingers.

I think it fits mostly, but with such a big mess of marking, there's no denying it's off.

It seems smarter to take a path than slightly north and aim to get out on the path leading to the village rather than the village of Nica itself.

I lost the map.

"Tonight's a big night. Long time meat."

"Like I ate about a week ago"

Between the crash and the road where I saw a large stone ball, I stuffed and ate one ravioli.

I guess that's about it.

"I'm not even busy draining that blood. It's not meat."

Gino Toga, whom I met in the woods before, was eating rotten meat that hadn't drained blood either, but in the end it was the same if I was in a hurry too.

I couldn't afford to be lazy and down-treating, and I could only assume it would be the same if I went into my stomach.

"You're a good ham. There's even salt."

Perhaps it was managed by the leader Kanker as a rewarding element in the troops.

Smoked top-baked pork or some ham is already halved.

Even if it's half, it seems a lot more edible.

"That's a treat."

"Oh. Let's just bake"

I opened the ham wrapped in cloth and broke it with a knife.

When inserted in a skewer, give one to Carol.

"Look, there's bread, too."

"Yeah."

As far as food is concerned, it's ironic that it's easier after a chase.

The thickly chopped smoked ham began to bake as the fat layer bubbled over the fire.

Cook until charcoal is formed while turning further.

It smells so good that someone is about to drown.

"I think I'll get stuck in the bread."

Carol said.

I don't have a plate, so the bread replaces the plate.

You can wear every skewer.

"Hold that for a second, please"

Give Carol the skewer and I'll prepare the bread.

It wasn't like a food bread, think about preserving it, or something like a round French bread grilled into a gucci bee, with a gobble in the bag.

On the surface, flour flour is creeping.

Is it an idea so that even if it is dirty, it can be eaten off of every powder?

Either way, they don't want meat in there, but it won't matter if you pinch it.

I cut the bread with a knife until the eighth minute and opened it in two.

Make two of those.

"Done."

"Yeah."

Exchange for meat and unplug the skewers while pinching them with bread.

When you hit the protruding meat, the burning and smoky aroma on the meat fills your mouth.

Is your body craving it, the meat was too delicious.

The smell of smoked oil and gravy is as sweet as sweet dew.

A pinch of salt like crushed rough rock salt, sprinkled and eaten, made me feel so satisfied that the nutrients that were not enough for my body were filled.

What about Carol?

That's what I thought. Turning to Carol, he had a big mouth open and bread on his cheek.

What a happy eater this one is.

My face is corny.

However, because the bread is hard, they're having a hard time chewing it.

He moved his mouth in a hurry and swallowed it very quickly.

When you realize I'm looking at it crumbly,

"Hey."

Somehow he says it with a slightly dodgy voice.

"Hmm?"

"It's embarrassing to see you like that."

"What?

"If you have a knife and a fork, anyway, oh, I don't want to be seen, such as where you're wearing a big mouth"

Ah.

I feel worse now.

"Well, don't look"

I wouldn't feel so bad if they were watching me too... but I'd want to be careful what I do.

"Here we go."

When Carol returned it that way, I watched the bonfire and included the rest of the bread in my mouth.

"That was delicious."

Carol said satisfied.

"Full?

"Yeah."

You left a lot of bread.

Am I getting smaller stomach too, I'm full and I'm not going in any more.

"So it's time to go to bed."

"Right... before that"

"Hmm?"

What the fuck?

Yuri, thank you.

I've said something.

"What's the matter, suddenly?

"No, we're going to Nikka Village tomorrow, aren't we?

"Well, not by appointment."

I'm not so sure, though, because it could be way off because it would be a calculation that I've walked around 200 km.

"Is it possible that the people in the village, or the helpers, might be waiting?

"Right. That seems likely enough."

I see that as unlikely, but I'm wondering if it could be as low as 10% to 30%, so I can have enough expectations.

The only reason I don't expect it is because, in short, the exploring side doesn't know the circumstances of Carol's injury.

If that information is unknown, they're safe with Carol. I would think.

Some difficulty can be broken through because they can walk on foot and both are trained in martial arts. tread the path along the sea, if that is the assumption. That becomes the common route choice.

Speaking of why I think so, I fell in the same way, because Lyao confirms that I'm safe.

With Yuri Howe safe, Carol Full Chartres will be safe too.

Yes, it is foolish to decide from the head, but it will be the material for judgment, so it will come to the top if you anticipate action.

"If that happens, they might be able to help you soon, and we might not get a chance to thank you."

"It's gone, isn't it?"

Nothing. You won't be separated forever.

"Yeah, but thank you again later... what a deal, it might get a little empty. That's why I wanted to tell you now."

"Right."

I don't know how to be thankful. It would also be rude in this case to poke around, for example.

You should take it honestly, it feels like it.

"Right. But as much as I'd like to thank you."

"What?

"That you're alive. I told you before, if you die, you're not going to be depressed."

"You know... I don't know if I can ask this, but on the way, that... I wish I had died. You didn't think?

What is that question?

The laughter sprang up and my mouth snorted by accident.

"That kind of question doesn't come back with an honest answer."

"... yeah, I think so. But... I think that's natural."

That's rather honest.

My allies are waiting for me, it's not up to me to decide, but maybe the village is getting closer and relaxed.

"You didn't think about it."

"Really... can I ask why"

"Anything, nothing, all I can say is that it is"

"But I think that's usually what you think"

He's not convinced.

"Look, it's the most important thing to you."

"What's the matter, from a stick to a stick"

"Well, answer me. It's a story."

"Hmm...... Siyalta, I think it will be"

Country.

Large size, but that would be the case.

Especially with this guy, he was born.

"I was the most important."

"Normally, I think so."

"Right. Human beings, everyone cares about themselves. Well, more importantly, I guess it means that my life..."

"Yeah. I get that. I don't want to die if I can, either."

"But the life that matters most to me is vain."

I don't think so, because that's what my life was like before I got here.

"Is it...?

"If I'm the most important, I'm done caring about myself for the rest of my life. But if you find something even more important than your most important self... a worthless life can be worth a little bit"

"Ugh...... is that why you helped me?

"Well, don't"

"... that's hard"

"If you don't understand, then there's nothing wrong with that. Don't try to understand other people's philosophies of life."

"So... so you're saying that I'm more important to you than my life?

"If not, I won't struggle to help you to death"

As a matter of fact, if he's the one who doesn't care, he won't be left alone on the spot, but dig a hole and feed him, and wait for help. I might have said that.

"Isn't that because I'm a princess?

"Huh?"

Too many questions left me with an unexpectedly barbaric voice.

I don't know what to think.

"You know... you think I'm the kind of person who works so hard to die to be appreciated by the royal family?

"No, I don't"

If you can answer right away, don't ask.

It was a good scene around the corner.

"Well. I see."

Carol said she was smudged somewhere, whether she understood or not.

"Is it time to go to bed? We can talk tomorrow after we get to the village."

"Will the fire go out?

"You should turn it off. I don't think they're coming after me because I repelled them for once, but it would be stupid if they put me to sleep."

At times like this, stuffing is the key.

"Right. Then I'll break it down."

Carol slammed the bonfire at the end of the crutch.

When you stick it down, the burning fire that was gathering collapses.

The flames attached to the tree branches are burning, but in the meantime, they will disappear.

When I stood up, I put my back down on the trunk of the tree.

Now at least I don't have to worry about being taken back, and I can keep the back of something hard and sleep.

When I took out the oil paper poncho, as usual, Carol came closer.

"Hey......"

Carol says.

As he twirled around in the same poncho, he felt warm body temperature over the cloth and from his nearby face he seemed to hear Carol breathing.

Even though he's a whispering little voice, I hear him a lot because of his proximity.

Anyway, Carol's head is so close that her cheeks stick together.

"What's up?

"Can I ask you something?

"What?"

Don't we talk yet?

I hope I'm not sleepy.

"You know... you got a fiancée or something?

"... Huh?

Don't tell me this guy today really doesn't even think about it.

You're usually a dick.

"I'm not there... but why?

What the hell are you doing?

"So who's the woman you're socializing with?

"None"

When I answered that, Carol suddenly turned around.

Turn half your body around on your feet and lay your face against me.

The raw warm feeling touched my cheeks.

"Huh!?

"Huh..."

Repeat on the cheek twice or three times.

"Hey......"

I couldn't let it go, my voice was somewhat bewildered.

"... don't you like it?

Carol tells him to whisper in his ear.

"What's the matter with you? Not even like you."

"Answer me first. You didn't like that?

Carol's voice had a floating fever.

Glossy.

"I don't like it... but"

"Right."

With that said, Carol spat on my cheek again.

Now, close enough to take on the edge of his mouth, he licked the edge of his lips lightly with his tongue when releasing.

"This is how I feel"

"... Neither am I. It's not that dull."

Exactly, I was aware of the favor from Carol, too.

But it seemed to me that, rather than love, the young animosity of freshly enrolled children had gradually changed, gone through interest and turned into a favorable interest…

"If you're going to thank me for getting help..."

"You're not. I... live like I want to live. To the extent that it doesn't bother others… so I made a confirmation"

Did you confirm that earlier?

If you had a lover or fiancée, you wouldn't be offended if you did this.

"And then, if you don't like it, just accept it"

"I don't hate it."

"Then..."

"But I don't want to do anything I can't take responsibility for."

"I don't care about responsibility"

I don't care. - You don't.

"If I give you my mouth back, I'm a man too. I'm gonna want it beyond that."

I haven't drained in nearly a month either, and on top of that, it's been bloody, and I'm just curious.

Murder requires a violent impulse, which, if dismissed, leads to sexual impulses.

I'm wearing stoic skin in front of Carol too, but if they skin me, I don't know what's gonna happen.

"Never mind."

Eh.

You know, the thing is, I'm not gonna be your husband right now.

It's obvious.

"I don't care."

Carol's response was quick as to whether she had an answer prepared in advance.

Doesn't matter?

"You don't care."

"I'm not asking you to marry me responsibly. I don't mind you breaking up with me because you think I'm lost for the night. Sleeping with another woman doesn't say anything."

I didn't know Carol, who was a hard-hearted, sexually clean person, would say such a dialogue.

A line that I don't expect to be released from Carol's mouth is released early in the arrow.

"That's the problem..."

"That's the problem. I won't bother you later. All you have to do is your heart."

Carol's will seemed stiff.

It's funny how you worry about that in a situation like now, but what are you going to do if you can have kids or something?

"I can't treat you like a convenient woman. Like I said, I care about you."

When I said that, Carol seemed a little overwhelmed.

But after a while,

"Hey......"

And, Carol continued.

"You said it was at your convenience to help me. Then it's also convenient for me to do this now. I want to interact with you at this time. That's all there is to it. If you don't like being me, I want you to do something about it. That's what I want, right, I mean..."

Carol seemed to be choosing words carefully.

I guess you want to convey your thoughts without misunderstanding.

"I'm much happier with you than with you slipping through like this."

It was a thoughtful word.

I know some parts of this state of emergency are going crazy, but I guess my thoughts on me are real.

That comes through.

Similar to your confession when you're drunk, you can't do this without your original heart.

I supported Carol's body with both hands and took her lips.

I pressed my lips, and when I let go, now Carol, with her hands free, turned her arm around my neck and snatched her lips back.

"Huh...!

The excitement increases, the body gets heat, and the brain marrow rolls.

"Huh... Huh... Huh..."

Carol's exhalation, disturbed at close range, has also turned peachy.

We want each other.

But I summoned all the reason in my head to stop the beast's desire.

"... let's not do this around here today"

"Huh... why?

"You, you're new here."

"Sure. You're not?

"Neither do I."

I haven't done this since I've been here, so even if it's the first time, it won't mean lying at all.

"It's a lot of trouble that we're new to each other. I never bothered to do this in a cold, dark forest."

"It's warm."

Indeed, they were so pocky that they didn't think they were outdoors because they were excited about each other and had heat in their bodies.

"Even if it's warm, I don't care about your body when it's dark. Each other's bodies are dirty... bad things."

"Ugh... did you smell that?

Well, you smell a little.

The water bath in the river, Carol was hurt in the first place, and I didn't see the harm in putting snowmelting icey water on my body.

"That's mutual and good. Anyway, I'm in a hurry."

"Huh... Uh-huh."

Carol made an indescribable roar.

"Okay. I give up today."

Carol took her arm off my neck.

He fixed his body and put his back in my chest again.

In a series of events, Poncho had been slightly torn from the neck area.

I hope this is because I have a spare...

You don't do this while you're wearing it.