The Little Devil of Sakaz

After a while, she lay on the table and buried her face in her arms.

"Worm..."

But Lucille remembered it clearly.

She stayed in her little nest, never leaving or taking a step toward the second door. She didn't participate in any blood demon activities, and she didn't listen to her family members' complaints at all.

A blood demon lives a solitary life at home, separated from the decadent and rigid blood demon society.

Until that day, the boy punched through her door, took her screaming out of her loft on his shoulders, and placed her in front of his mother.

She didn’t even save the game!

"Lucille, how about letting Worm protect you from now on?"

After hearing the invitation from His Highness, although she was already extremely curious, out of concern for the safety of the outside world, she expressed her worries to His Highness.

"Worm..."

The boy who had almost the same expression as His Highness also made her full of curiosity.

"How come I can't tell the difference between Worm and His Highness? I'm not an idiot..."

It’s just... At that time, she was foolishly immersed in the illusion brought by games and novels, and had not yet adapted to interpersonal communication in the real world. She was just imitating the plot that would appear in the game... A girl like an idiot, always One that can attract the attention of boys.

"Worm... you must be safe."

75. Eat it bit by bit and wipe it clean

"I will cherish this photo...and this...friendship."

Natalia curled up in her sleeping bag, holding a corner of the photo with her fingertips, looking at the smiling little white bear in the photo in a daze.

Natalia smiles sweetly in the photo, but life here is very bitter.

Why can she laugh like this?

Natalia was a little confused.

In less than a week, she seems to have become accustomed to wearing coarse clothes, sleeping in a dry and hard sleeping bag, eating dishes that are almost random stews, and using her strength to work like ordinary people.

She seemed to be turning into a Sakaz.

And the Sakaz are not all as scary as the legends say. They can chat and tell jokes, and get together to sing and dance. They are no different from ordinary people.

"If the only difference is..."

Natalia tilted her head, and sleeping next to her was Fuqiu. This Sakaz, who was younger than her, was already an infected person who made the Ursus nobles change their minds when they heard about it.

Infected people... are no different from ordinary people.

Natalia didn't quite understand why Ursus wanted to exaggerate the horror of infected people.

"Are you still awake?"

When Sonia came back from washing, she saw the little white bear rolling around there.

"I'm thinking about something... Sonia, what do you think the infected are like?"

She is also from Ursus, and she must have heard about the infected people promoted by Ursus.

"Infected person? Uh... to be honest... I never thought I would run into an infected person before."

Sonia never thought that she would be so bold and dare to leave her parents and venture into the wilderness on her own.

"But now it seems that infected people are just like that."

Sonia had also discovered a long time ago that almost all of Sakaz's team were infected.But so what?Are you an infected person or not, will other teammates look down on you or look down upon you?No, it all depends on your skill.

"Do you think the situation of infected people can be changed?"

Such a topic should not be brought up by a child like her. This should be a drunken chat among nobles.But since Natalia chooses to be an excellent leader, she must consider in advance what method she should use to make changes if she is in charge.

"How do I know? I don't care about this. If you want to change, then inherit your father's noble position."

Sonia yawned and closed her eyes before Natalia could continue asking.

"Sleep, I still have work to do tomorrow."

After turning over and wrapping her sleeping bag tightly, Sonia was already snoring lightly.

"Good night, Sonia."

Thinking about these things in her mind, Natalia also fell asleep after a while.

Sonia is right, there is still work to do tomorrow, and if you don’t go to bed early, you won’t have the energy.

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"Worm, aren't you still asleep?"

Dabuliu has been lying down for an hour, but Worm is still sitting at the small table writing something.

'Yes, Worm will not grow taller if he doesn't go to bed early. '

Theresia fully agreed with the little devil’s urging.

Not only to be able to hug her child in her dreams, but also because of her sense of responsibility as a mother, she couldn't just sit back and watch her child stay up late without caring.

"I'll go to sleep later, W."

Worm wrote down the ideas in his mind in notes, and then used clearer public sentences to explain his personal thoughts.

This was a parting gift he was going to give to Natalia, which might help her continue to grow towards her goal of being an excellent leader.

In his notes, he listed how his mother, aunt, and many Lords of the Royal Court he knew handled the situations they encountered as leaders, and evaluated them from his own point of view.

"Well... there's a lot of writing. Worm's handwriting is so beautiful."

Looking at the neat handwriting on the notes, Dabuliu felt very eye-catching.

"Words? I learned it from Kelsey."

Beautiful calligraphy is one of the few things Kelsey can learn from and imitate.

"Kelsey... uh uh, fortunately, Worm didn't learn the old woman's bad habits."

'Yeah, luckily Worm didn't imitate Kelsey too much. '

Although Theresia can also tell some riddles to enrich the mysterious atmosphere brought by the identity of the Demon King, her language skills are far from enough compared to Kelsey.

If Worm could learn more from Kelsey... Theresa decisively hugged the current child and took a few puffs, making the little Worm in her mind disappear with a slumped face and mouth that spoke of this land.

"Are you going to finish writing?"

Seeing Wumu write the epilogue, Dabuliu couldn't wait to take him to bed.

The devil's pet musician has already fallen asleep. This guy didn't take any pictures today. Regardless of the reason, he just followed the little devil's wishes.

"I'll write the rest tomorrow."

"Um……"

"Uh……"

Dabuliu looked at the empty ground, then at the sleeping Sakota musician, and felt his anger suddenly rising.

"Arturo! You idiot! I asked you to prepare a sleeping bag for Worm, not to sleep in Worm's sleeping bag!"

The little devil wanted to develop photos today, so she gave the task to Arturo, who said he would pay for the devil. But she didn't expect that this guy actually took over Worm's sleeping bag!Can't she tell which is which?

What do you want to do like this?Let Worm hold her in a sleeping bag? !This guy... I'm afraid he didn't do it on purpose.

"Ah? So that's not it?"

Arturo woke up after being scolded and looked at his sleeping bag, not knowing what had happened.

"Hey. If it's not too late, I have to practice with you."

"Worm, if you don't mind, use mine first. I'll get it from the car..."

"W don't you want to sleep together?"

The little devil's half-worn shoes fell off. She turned around, and the little devil's beautiful pink eyes were looking at her. The slightly narrow mouth of the sleeping bag was as tempting as the honey floating on the mouth of the beast.

"Two, two people will be very crowded..."

"I don't mind, does W mind? That way I can rest without a sleeping bag..."

"No, no, no! Yes, of course!"

The two red tentacles of the little devil swayed due to excessive emotion.

"Well……"

It was really crowded for two people to squeeze into one sleeping bag, and they couldn't even turn over.

And there are more troublesome things that trouble Worm.

"Worm..."

As I said before, even a dirty Dabula Worm can be hugged.But the little devil is not dirty, but has a strange smell.

It's a very special aroma... I asked him to do something first, but he didn't know what to do, so he was very troubled.

"W, so soft..."

So Wurm expressed the most intuitive feeling in his chest.

"..."

The little devil didn't respond and seemed to have fallen asleep.But in Worm's perception, she was still awake and not at all sleepy.

"Well……"

After a while, it seemed that he was tired of maintaining the same posture. The little devil shook his head, shrank, then closed his hands and hugged Worm tighter.Although it was more comfortable, the two of them were closer, their noses just barely touching.

Between breaths and breaths, the little devil's face moved closer.

A little, a little... until there is no more progress.

"Huh~...huh?..."

'Dabulu is so cunning... Was it really because Arturo was too stupid to mix up Worm's sleeping bag? '

Theresia looked at the little devil's little movements and responded with malicious thoughts.

76. Food Marrow Knows Taste

"Ugh... my neck is so sore..."

When he woke up in the morning, Dabuliu felt satisfied and tired.

The post with the little devil was successful, but because I had a stiff neck after not moving all night, I had to invite Ines to drive.Dabuliu was ridiculed for this.

If it had been before, she would have had a fierce debate with this potato head, but now the little devil just wanted to lean against her devil and enjoy his massage.

"Hi~...oh~...ah!"

"W, please be quiet!"

Ines's ears were filled with the long, weird tunes of the little devil, which was even more annoying than the musician who was tapping his fingers with his eyes closed.

"Don't blame me... ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... who made... Worm so good at pinching!"

Dabuliu didn't even know when Worm mastered the massage skills.The little devil's hands were already strong enough, but he also found the sore and numb muscles and squeezed them with one hand. Dabuliu felt that his whole body relaxed together.

"This is what the doctor asked me to learn."

After listening to the conversation between the two of them, Worm explained.

At first, he felt that learning this was useless, but the doctor said that learning it could relieve Theresia's fatigue, so Worm studied it seriously.But so far, he has only used it on evil spirits, banshees and imps. Theresa has never rested in front of him, leaving him unable to start.

'Doctor...what exactly did you teach Worm? '

Theresia hung on Worm's body, watching the child skillfully find the acupuncture points and then attack, and sighed listening to the grunting voice of the little devil.

Although I probably guessed that the doctor’s intention was to use Worm for entertainment in the name of study, but now it’s all for the little devil who picks up the slack.

"Huh, I feel so comfortable... Ines, I suggest you do it again."

Lying on the back seat, hugging Worm's legs, the little devil showed off his legs to the front.

"No, I don't have the shamelessness like you to ask Your Highness to give me a massage."