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“Don’t stay here. It’s dangerous.”
Yuri crossed the wall holding me in just one leap. In the forest of withered roses, Marilyn can be seen spinning around her place, restless.
“character.”
“……..Ma Ming-mi?” (Marilyn?)
“Princess!”
If she was looking for me, she came over and looked at me.
“Where have you been!”
“Ma Ming-mi”
“Oh my God! Aren’t you sick?!”
I looked down at Marilyn’s embarrassing question. Scratches from thorns are full of white skin like small sheaths.
‘Oh, I think it hurts more because I’m looking at it.’
As I frowned at the rising drops of blood, Marilyn moved quickly, saying that he would bring medicine.
“Please wait. I’ll get some medicine.”
“Wow.”
I found Yuric over the palace where Marilyn was disappearing.
‘He’s hurting me, but where did you go?’
The subtle regret fills up to the end of the neck.
“Why did I find it?”
“I can’t see Dite.”
“I don’t know, you idiot. You always look for Dietrich.”
Yuric pouted at my words and called Amon in. A grayish green shade seeps into his body.
“Is that all?”
“My devil.”
“Yuri is squeezed out of angma.”
At my words, Yuric opened his eyes and asked again.
“How do you know that?”
‘I did that in the book?’
I wasn’t born with the shadow ability, so I couldn’t directly contract the devil, but it could be possible if he helped.
‘If I had a contract with a cheap and strong demon, I would have been able to blow them away when guys like Alphonse attacked.”
“No. If you contract with the devil, you can’t live long.”
“……..Uh?”
Such words were very early. I opened my eyes to Yuric’s calm attitude as if I should always know.
“Did you not know? If you become a little weaker than the Shadow Devil and cannot control it, or if the Devil is taken by someone else, the contractor will lose his life in return.”
I fixed my arm around my neck around Marilyn, and I turned my head and looked at Yuric. Then the boy who shouted “no” while stretching his arm toward me hurriedly corrects his posture.
“What? Uh, what?”
“Uh?”
“……….What are you pretty?”
Yuric crookedly denies and pouting his mouth. I am small. I glanced down at my painful hand and shrugged.
‘Let’s get praise from a 10-year-old child for being pretty, well.’
“You know.”
As I gave up, the boy rolled his eyes looking at me. At that moment, Yuric’s eyes in the sun shimmered like a jewel in the sea.
“Get off.”
Dietrich did not endure Veronica’s rudeness. She laughed without giving her a small moan, even though her hand was sharply broken.
“Oh, it hurts.”
“The dogs of Liatris don’t know how to bark for everyone.”