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Dietrich was so well maintained.
‘Isn’t it that I can’t feel my emotions at all?’
Not a robot.
“Did you feel bad?” (Do you not feel good?)
In the end, I have to ask directly. I looked up at Dietrich. He put me down on the floor, avoiding my gaze and trying to hold me.
“Oppa…?”
“I heard you’re looking for me.”
“Uh.”
“Don’t look for . Isn’t that young enough to live alone?”
“No, if you’re five, you’re young enough.”
I wanted to refute his words, but he immediately turned his back and left.
I watched the little back of Dietrich, a child who grew up much more than when I first met him, but still fell away.
“Are you okay?”
I’m standing blankly, and Yuric doesn’t want me to hang around. It seems to me that I was abandoned by Dietrich.
But Dietrich and my relationship were like this from the start. I always had to chase him or watch him move away from behind.
Since that day I haven’t seen Dietrich for a while. Whether in the Dahlia Palace, in the wither or rose bush, anywhere. As if you were intentionally avoiding me.
🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸 🌸
I rolled my feet as I thought of Dietrich, who couldn’t see a single hair when I searched every corner of the palace.
“Baal, where are you using?”
“I do not know.”
“Let’s know Baal! Let’s take it to my brother Oh!”
“It’s not possible.”
I pouted my lips at Baal’s firm rejection.
“You have something to say!”
I didn’t have anything to say, but it felt bad to avoid it. I expressed my opinion by rolling hard on the ground with my little feet, but Baal only shrugs, shrugging the presumed ear.
“Oh, I really don’t know, Princess.”
“Baal is Dieter’s Anma Jana!”
“It’s not Anma, it’s a demon.”
“C. E.” (I see!)
I was confused, struggling to remove my hand that held me, but eventually I was thrown into the palace of Liatris by rough force.
“Kaah!”
I plunged into the ground and rolled around and stuck in a rose bush. Stinging thorns poke here and there in the limbs.
“What. Isn’t that a child who has nothing to do with it?”
As I raise my head to the voice I hear from above, the boy I see for the first time is looking down at me.
‘……..Alphonse?’
I haven’t met him, but I was able to infer his identity from the appearance of a boy. He was fifteen years old, and he was a red-eyed blonde that was much redder than Yuric’s.
The land he stepped on was the garden of Liatris, so he must be Alphonse Lagrange.
“It’s pretty, but you don’t have any abilities? Well, you’re a slave-like, insignificant girl.”
“’What the hell are you talking about?”
The situation did not immediately understand, but it is not a good word anyway. I struck his hand and then jumped up from the seat.
Rose petals crushed to me fall one by one to the floor.
“Where are you going?”
‘Amon?’
I knew the green devil, also known as the ghost of greenery.
The identity of the devil who threw Alphonse far away was Amon, the shadow demon of Yuric. He remembered the role of fighting Herman’s sun god with Baal.
‘Yuric already signed a contract with Amon?’