Yomigaeri no Maou

I remember a time of carelessness.

About the day when that person, who was at a height that he tried to reach, but never reached, disappeared lightly as if it were Xia.

So.

I decided that I would never leave again.

That's my (my) determination not to tell anyone that day, that day, the day I met her again.

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Me (I), Iris-Taesnora, was born a distant past than the present, a daughter of the devil tribe.

You were lucky, my house was a famous house among the demons, and my father and mother had a strong magic to dwell in, and I inherited that blood, and was born with a powerful magic.

However, it is still not sweet enough to be strong without any effort, and even if it is a demonic people born with powerful magic, it takes years of constant effort and talent to deal with that power.

Very rarely, there is a being born with incredible power and its talent jumping through, but to the best of my knowledge, such a person is only one of the many demons.

His Majesty the Demon King, Uncle Luthria-Nord.

He is the best demonic race in the world and an almost high wall that no one else can cross.

The one who does not allow anyone else to follow in their handling of magic, their amount of magic, and their physical abilities, all of them.

Such an uncle seems to have strangely had horses since childhood with my father Bacchus, something he used to come to my house for.

Unlike my father, who was only a big drinker, my uncle, who liked to be read by tilting his glass quietly, was a kind person who would always celebrate my birthday every year, and I don't think he needed a big reason for me to like such an uncle.

Unfortunately, however, your uncle passed away before it could be ascertained whether the feeling was dear or more.

It was even something I cried when I heard that the brave man, the flag of the people (human), pierced and extinguished his chest with a holy sword, and that his body had melted in the air without even remaining.

Then, vengeance began.

I hated it.

The one that killed your uncle.

Your uncle had to die, for that reason.

As for the brave, there was no wonder and hatred.

We know that his (or) people (human) had some conversations with your uncle.

And in doing so, the brave man said he listened to your uncle.

It was not until some time after your uncle died that it became apparent that there was a sudden conflict between the brave and the Church and a dispute that separated people (human beings).

Because the Church was righteous in destroying the Demon Nation, the brave man in conflict with it probably stopped being hostile to the Demon Nation.

And it was obvious from the circumstances that the reason for the conversation with your uncle was more obvious than seeing the fire.

If what a brave man is doing is fulfilling your uncle's will, you can't go in the way.

So I didn't think I hated the brave.

Then what the hell should I hate?

When I thought about it, the church first came to mind.

That group that has unilaterally enmitied the Demons and challenged them to battle.

I didn't know what that meant, but I'm sure it meant something.

Should I hate them?

No, I thought not.

I didn't, and I thought I should hate everything that got on that idea.

The people in charge (human beings), the demons who gave up dialogue, and themselves who could not take any action.

That's the way the world is, I should resent it.

In that way, the guiding principles for action were determined.

The way of the world, to change it, act.

That means getting rid of the feud.

All I could do then was smash those who continue to fight first.

It was the destruction of church forces.

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But reality doesn't work.

I was captured by someone somewhere and thrown into some institution to force me to sleep for a long time.

And when I woke up, there was a people (human) in front of me.

The man who shut himself up was a human race (a human being), and his sleeping head raises blood, and attacks him with it.

Unsurprisingly, however, one of the people (human) who was there was even my uncle......

Destiny is something I don't know how the hell it's connected to, and I was sincerely surprised.

Being thrown in here and put to sleep allowed me to meet my uncle.

Thinking about it, I even thought it would be better if you didn't appreciate it.

And at that moment I made up my mind.

Uncle and I need to leave again.

I think it was a sudden thought.

But then it seemed natural to me.

Above all, I didn't know the name of that emotion, which resembled an obsession, but I didn't feel averse to following it.

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My uncle, as a human (human), seems to live in a human (human) village.

That's what I was taught, and it's only natural to be surprised.

But your uncle actually looked like a human race (human) itself, and he had no choice but to deny that it was true.

I met your parents as well, but they still both felt like they were biological people (human beings) and had no dealings with the Demons whatsoever.

In fact, he doesn't seem to think I'm a demon at all either...

It was strange.

Even though they are human beings, they are no different from the Demons and can live with them without any problems.

The idea of a demonic tribe that does not change the soul and thinks that the same soul only resides in another body.

But creatures are susceptible to visual domination.

It is inevitable that those who look the same can harden each other easily, so there is no choice but to feel some repentance.

My uncle's parents accepted me for a silver hair that was not found in this village.

Besides, I really made it my stepdaughter because I make it my daughter, etc.

That behavior that is never going to happen in those days when I or your uncle have been fighting.

I was surprised that a long time would even weather such prejudice and decide it was nothing.

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I met the children of the village and have been taught.

Surprisingly, my uncle had a friend his age.

Needless to say, my uncle was far older, but unexpectedly, he acted cleverly as a seven-year-old boy and had a friendship.

The friend was a boy named Rusty and two girls named Mi, Yuri.

When I first met the three of you, you looked at me, and a boy named Rusty,

"Nice to meet you..."

And when I came to offer my hand in retreat, I felt emotionally that this era was really not the same as it was then.

Because in those days, it's an impossible sight for a child to give a hand to a demon clan.

Was it because they had an aversion to the Demons that Mi and Yuri stared at Rusty like that somehow?

No, you wouldn't.

According to your uncle's story, the ancient demonic appearance has not been conveyed in any way in this era.

Therefore, it is also not possible that a child knows the ancient demons.

More than that, it would mean that for some other reason the two girls were playing with Rusty... but would there have been anything unnatural about him?

I'll try to remember, but I can't float.

I was curious, so when Rusty and my uncle were playing together, I tried to talk to the two girls who were far-fetched from me.

Then,

"... that, you haven't noticed?

"Could this girl be blunt...?

And so on and so on, they both said.

I asked him what he meant, because Rusty's appearance earlier was spotted for a moment like an Iris doll, so he shook his hand and was blushing for a while.

This means that we are favoring Illis, and that is a very bad thing for both of us.

Around the time they even told me if I could pull it off, I was crazy and laughed.

"Heh heh..."

"Don't laugh..."

The younger girl, Mi, swelled her cheeks like that, so I told her to defend herself.

"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't make a fool of myself... I thought maybe I was a little blind."

"Blind?"

Tilt your neck, Yuri.

I go on.

"Yep... I'm sorry Rusty, but I (I) already seem to have a heart to give..."

"What... what is that...?

"I'm glad you told me...?

Mi and Yuri look at me like they're stuffing me, unlike the look on my face that I was feeling like I was in crisis earlier.

Seeing the look on the faces of those two, I thought you once had friends who talked about this in those days, too.

While I remember those friends I'll never see again, I'm just a little touched by what new friends are trying to do here again.

And I said.

He's a little older.

"Older...... well then Rusty is out of range"

That's what Mi said to reassure me.

"Older, how old?

Yuri goes further in and asks.

"I don't think it was ten or twenty...... how many exactly are you? Now, how do I calculate..."

After I say that, I worry a little.

Because I don't know how to calculate your uncle's strict age.

Should I simply add it, or should I consider it that age at the time?

But don't listen to the last of my statements like that, Mi and Yuri say in surprise.

"Yeah!? Well, that's an adult, isn't it?

"You're not Iris... I'm surprised..."

And so it turns red.

And Yuri continued.

"Near Iris, when I say older guy... there's only Mr. Gran the Adventurer or Mr. Patrick..."

Mi take it, nod.

"It's going to be tough love...... yeah, we, we'll be there for you!

The conversation is progressing on its own, but I followed that too many swordscreens,

"Oh, yeah..."

He replied vaguely, for example.

Then, when I got home, my uncle told me that it was subtle.

"... shouldn't Grand and Dad stop? You see... the boulder, the difference in years, right?

and so on.

"Uncle. It's the difference between years and so on. It's more about getting over it! Doesn't that seem so!?

and so on, because it was a rare and fortified voice for me, my uncle was also pushed,

"Oh, oh... well, yeah. Yeah. If you want to be in person..."

And so on, I felt a strange misunderstanding had formed, but I decided to leave it alone.

This is the kind of distance I need right now.

One day, when I grow up a little more......

That's how I decided to keep that thought in my chest for a while now.