The story of the Demon King and his second-in-commThe story of the Demon King and his second-in-command

I hear a voice calling in the distance.
Someone was calling me.

Stop it. I've just become...

My limbs were heavy.
My heart was heavy, too.

Don't call him when he's not there.

My eye lids opened. My whole body is heavy.
I lay limp, breathing for a while.

--Breathing Me

I raise myself from the bunk. I put my hands on it.
A hand.

Not the familiar orichalcone, but a very thin hand with blue skin.
Blue, thin hands and feet. Her body was a woman's, though she was wearing a simple, thin white dress.

Anger swirled in the pit of my stomach.
Why now
If it weren't for that moment, I wouldn't have needed this
Now that he is gone, there is no point in getting such a thing.
Moreover, it would be impossible to fight with such a poor body.
I shake my head lightly.
Now I have to find out where I am and who did this to me.
In some cases, I will have to make them pay for what they did to me.
The room was a simple stone structure.
The bed on which he was lying was probably the same as the one used in the forbidden ritual.
I tried to accumulate magic power while looking at both hands. The body of a demon tribe is compatible with magic power.
Magic seemed to work without a problem.

I was relieved to know that I could at least protect myself.
However, with such a soft body, I could not fight like I had in the past.
I had to think about how to do it.

I walked with the light of the magic that illuminated the room.
Every time my bare feet touched the stone floor, I felt a strange sensation as I heard my own footsteps.

When I left the room, I found a staircase that led up to the basement. I climbed up the stairs with my hands on the wall.
I could fly with magic, but considering the location, it would be less likely to be detected if I walked.

When I reached the upper floor, I found that this place seemed to be a small castle or fortress. Although it was old, it seemed to have been taken care of at least, and there was no dust in sight.
The owner seems to have been a rather simple and sturdy person.
My heart ached a little as I remembered the face of the master who had made the cave his home for the last years of his life.
Walking on the old woven animal hair carpet, I felt a dull pain in the sole of my foot, probably from walking on the cold underground stone. It was difficult. I would have to get used to being in the flesh.
Walking along the carpet that was laid out to guide me, I came to a large hall. There was a large door, probably the entrance to the castle. It was unbolted, and it seemed possible to go in and out as it was.

There was a large mirror in the back.

--Well, well, well.
After a moment's hesitation, I fearfully looked into the mirror.
I thought about escaping, but it seems that the person who has sealed his soul into his flesh and blood has no intention of trapping me here against my will.

In the mirror stood a demoness with slightly greenish blue skin and silver hair.
She touched her cheek.
It was soft and resilient, like that of a living creature.

"You're awake."

I must have been stunned, because I turned around as if I was bursting at the sound of the voice I heard.

I couldn't even speak.

"Albinass."
Standing there was the image of the Lord whom I should not have known before he became that abominable, beautiful, and powerful magical beast.

"Is that you, Master, Hadlar ......"

Unconsciously, I give him an honorific title.
I hastily interrupted myself and looked closely at the person in front of me for the second time.
The figure had indeed changed, but the atmosphere was that of the former Lord.

"............"

He stared at us in silence.

"What's wrong"

He walks up to me in his usual manner and embraces me in his arms.
In the mirror in front of me is a strange man and woman.
Is this me  Why Master Hadlar I'm being hugged
With a deep sigh, I hear the same voice in my ear.

'Well, you're back. ......"

No, not when labored over like that.
It is too bad taste even for a dream. Too convenient.
It would ruin me.

Pushing away his chest in a panic, Albinass opened the door to the castle and ran away at once.

I ran out of the castle, letting my emotions get the better of me.
It was some time after running that he realized the inconvenience of my raw body.
It seemed that I had cut my foot on a sharp stone that had fallen somewhere.
I had never been distracted by such a thing when I was in my orichalcone body.
Somewhere in my heart, I was disappointed in my flesh-and-blood body, which I had longed for so much, and in my inability to handle it.
I noticed that not only that, but there were numerous small wounds all over my limbs, and blue blood was seeping out.
I sat up with an unaccustomed pain and disappointment.
I don't know how long I have been sitting there, but the black sun of the demon world moving in the heavens is also approaching the edge of the mountain.
The cool evening breeze slipped past my cheeks.

Footsteps on gravel stopped behind me.
The voice behind me was quiet.
"I've always wanted a ...... flesh-and-blood body."
The demon king said nothing.
"I thought a flesh-and-blood body would have comforted you in your pain."
"I see."
"'...... I am no longer a pawn or anything. I am of no use to you, even when I am by your side."
What was squeezed out was a quiet but sorrowful voice.
"My use"
"What good is a piece that can't fight for you"
"Well," Hadlar laughed.
"You're mistaken about something, Albinass."
"Mistake"
"hat's not what I want for you right now.
"Well," he said, kneeling down beside Albinass and standing up, cradling his body in a side hug.
"If I were still king and you were still queen, you would be my companion."
" What, ...
"I'd say you' re my wife."
Hadlar looked at Albinass in his arms with calm eyes.
'No'
Albinass looks up at his master with a gaping mouth, and Hadlar continues.
How could I not project my ideal woman onto the queen's piece that the former demon king breathes life into
"It's, uh..."
"I have more feelings for you than you think. I think about you more than you think I do, even to the point of feeling empty when I learned of your death."
Albinass felt his arms tighten, and he cringed.
"Master Hadlar, ......"
"Don't make me say any more, even now I feel a little uncomfortable ...... going home."
He turned on his heel back to the castle, with Hadlar still holding him.
Albinass stared dumbfounded at his profile.

Swayed by the arms of his Lord, who walked with large thighs, he returned to the castle he had flown out of, much faster than when he had left.
But the black sun had already set and the castle was lit in places by magical lights.

I was lowered to a couch and my wounded leg was bandaged with herbs from the cabinet.
"It doesn't seem to be a deep wound; it should heal in a couple of days."
"Thank you. ......"
"Next time you should wear shoes. It will be uncomfortable."
"I will."
Holding Albinass' foot in his hand, Hadlar strokes its instep.
"It's so small, it almost fits in my ...... palm."
"No way, not that far."
It is uncomfortable to be stared at seriously.
Albinass was somewhat afraid to look at his master's face, so he turned his head down.
"I was just telling you about what I just said."
"What
"With my mate."
"Oh."
"Are you serious"
"I've been planning on it from the very beginning."
"the very beginning," I repeat in my mouth.
...... when was that
"Disgruntled"
Hadlar stands up and looks into his face.
'Yes, no, um...'
I look away, as if I'm about to be peeked into my heart.
"Always."
"Always"
"I've always wanted to be one. ......"
"I see."
I looked up fearfully and saw the corners of Hadlar's mouth turn up as he breathed, and then it went dark before my eyes.
He is holding me close to his chest.
I could feel His heart beating loudly.
Albinass closed his eyes and put his hands behind his back.


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