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Now that his magic was gradually returning, he used magic without even trying. Merson blamed his finger on how useful it is! As he bounces it, the dust accumulated in every corner of the house disappears, and when he puts his palm on my sweaty forehead after finishing farming, my skin becomes soft like freshly washed.
But it was not all pleasurable for Merson to use magic. No, it was more correct to say that I didn’t like it.
Even if a certain amount of magic has been restored, if it is used, the magic will decrease again. With the emptiness inside his body, if he quickly used up the magical energy that had been filled with, it was as if he was just walking in the same place in the end.
Moreover, when using magic, the emptiness inside Merson felt even bigger, so he persistently demanded vital energy. Wanting to receive my energy, he gasped and wrinkled his face sadly as if he was about to lose his breath.
I couldn’t turn a blind eye to it. Whatever the reason, it was not enough that I destroyed the mark of the engraving, I even brought in an innocent Merson who had lost his memory and made him work; the feeling of guilt followed like a tag.
Since the act of giving vital energy is to hand over all the energy that has penetrated deep into the body, which is more than physical strength, to Merson, after the act is over, I don’t have the strength to lift a finger, and strangely… My body trembled with an unknown feeling.
It was not very good. For Merson and for me, the use of magic is something that should be completely avoided.
However, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t completely stop Merson from using magic like a habit.
Even in this world, there were very few people who used magic. In a small town, even just by floating a fruit such as an apple in the air, he is praised as an archmage… I remember reading it in a novel.
Making an apple float is kind of funny. The villagers will be stunned to see Merson who can lift a house with the flick of a finger. It was just right for him to live as a young couple who helped me with small farm work like now. Even more now, before meeting Saint Serdebella.
As time passed and we got used to the unfamiliar Serjain, our work had solidified.
When I opened my eyes, I climbed the mountain, (Merson) cut down the trees, and (Merson) cut it into small pieces for use as firewood and gave it to the villagers. (Oh, I went too, empty-handed of course).
In our spare time, if the villagers asked for a favor, we went to help and received a reward of pocket money. I worked for three months to buy a used bed, so I got a rough idea of
how small the money was, even if I didn’t know the currency.
These days, gardening was fun, so I ran to the garden from time to time. When summer comes, the peppers are ripening bright red, and the eggplant and cherry tomatoes open up with their own colors.
I had just watered it, so water droplets formed under the cherry tomatoes that had bloomed. Oh, it’s cute!
When I carefully tapped and touched it with my index finger, the cherry tomatoes shook slightly and spat water droplets on my finger. Hang in there. Sister will eat you all soon!
I have been bent over for a long time, and around the time my lower back hurt, something hot and moist touched my cheek and then fell off.
Smooch.
“Merson?”
“Please look at me now.”
Crack.
When I straightened my back, the sound of ‘Aaaaah!’ came out of nowhere. I heard the sound of crackling, bone clashing, and felt refreshed.
I patted Merson on the back as a sign of understanding, and walked past him into the house. I don’t think he ever gets tired. It’s been pretty much the same for two years.
“Uwaack!”
Thud! Thud!
Merson followed me with a loud footstep, grabbing my arm tightly and turning around. I bent down and the red dissatisfied eyes were burning right in front of me. I seemed to see letters that weren’t even on Merson’s forehead.
‘I.Am.Upset.’
Haha…….
“Erina.”
“Yes.”
“Me or that garden?”
I thought this It was true that watching the garden that had just started to bear fruit became a day’s pleasure and I didn’t pay attention to Merson.
No, it is. This question is a bit…….
“The garden? Aack!”
Merson grabbed my arm a little hard. It hurts! Then he couldn’t hide his crying expression. The red eyes that I thought were sharp enough to cut off my soul didn’t suit when they had water in them. Ah! I’m sorry, sorry!
“It’s a joke! Don’t cry. Of course you.”
I gently rubbed his eyes with my thumb. It’s my fault.
Merson still covered my cheeks with an expressionless expression. His hands were so large that it felt like my face was being eaten.
Chu! Chu! Chu! Chu!
A short kiss continued on the lips. However, the expression is still ‘crying, annoyed, dissatisfied, I hate you!’
I placed my hand on Merson’s and lowered it slowly. Then I lifted my heel and wrapped my arm around his neck.
“Who else would I care about here if not you?
I think sometimes. If I had fallen here alone without Merson, I would have gone half crazy because I was scared and lonely.
Merson slowly wrapped his arms around my waist. I felt a little relieved.
“Then take care of me more than the garden.”
“No, the fruit has just … Ahh, I’ll think about it. Ack!”
Merson bit my neck painfully and didn’t let go until he got the answer he wanted.
“I can’t live without you, Erina.”
Please know that. He seemed to be talking like this.
I gently patted his back as if I understood. I’m feeling it too.
“Me too, Merson, I can’t live without you.”
Merson hugged me tighter by the waist. As if he never would let me go.
Now, this statement is a truth without the slightest lie. Because the only hope for me to return home is the meeting between you and Serdevella.
* * *
Tap! Tap!
The sound of meaningless tapping of fingers on the desk was deafening.
Raynon Kush Frabre, who oversaw the affairs of the Demon King’s castle and assisted the Demon King right next to him, was nervous throughout the war, unable to do anything because of the untimely worries about the Demon King.
Raynon nervously tied his silver hair that ran clumsily down his forehead. Dark circles were sitting deep on the white skin that was shiny to match the silver hair.
“Where the hell have you disappeared?! Where the hell!!”
He shouted into the air. Pierre, who had just entered the office to report to the superior, clicked his tongue.
“Demon King’s lover, stalker, pervert, a potential criminal.”
“No! No!”
Raynon shouted ‘that’s not it!’ to Pierre’s title for him.
“The Demon King has been kidnapped!”
“Oh dear- this is a big deal. Before that, please sign this settlement agreement.”
Pierre answered dryly. Either way, Raynon ripped off his hair and fell into so-called futile thoughts. His hair, which he had tied up painstakingly, was messed up again.
“Please sign this too? Oh, did you not even look at the documents I posted yesterday? You are a really reckless paycheck robber.”
Pierre calmly accused him to the extent that the change in his intonation was barely noticeable.
“Sir Raynon, if you are going to do this, just repent.”
To ask the Demons to follow the rules of the heavenly people was blasphemy among blasphemy. But Raynon didn’t care as much as an ant’s legs, whether or not his subordinates cursed at him.
“Listen, Pierre. Does it make sense that there has been no news from the Demon King for two years?”
“It doesn’t?”
The lifespan of demons was several dozen times that of humans, even at the minimum. How little is the time of two years for the immortal Demon King? Considering his long life, the answer is just right.
In addition, the Demon King often concealed his actions without announcing the news to the Demon King’s castle. The Demon King who had itchy feet, had a hobby of wandering around.
However, none of the demons in the Demon King Castle were concerned about the Demon King. Why? Because he’s the Demon King, he’s also very strong.
There was only one thing they were worried about when the Demon King’s whereabouts became vague. Which area will they remove from the map?
Oh, not everyone in the Demon King’s Castle was not worried about the Demon King. Except for Raynon, who is now in a state of despair and trembling.
“No. Still, a certain village became a wasteland, a certain kingdom’s king changed, or a mountain disappeared overnight! There must be traces of the Demon King. But for the past two years, there has been no trace of the Demon King!”
“… You ran out of things to admire the Demon King, didn’t you?”
Oh dear……. Pierre shook his head. And then he added his words.
“They say that the seeds of Bennon Village are dry. That’s a sign, huh?”
“Because there is nothing other than that.”
“No, what kind of madman dares to kidnap the Demon King?”
“The heavenly being bastards!”
“Huh? If all the heavenly beings attacked in swarms, there might be a possibility. But why is it so quiet?”
It’s not even worth listening to. Pierre knocks on the desk where the payment documents are piled up. Knock! Knock! Just do some work.