An Unemployed Small-Town Girl Pulled Out The Enchanted Sword: She Can't Become The Hero, So She

Goblins and golems, watching carpenters work together from the walls. Merle meditated on the feelings of a changing people.

Demons and humans are not necessarily contentious.

Wouldn't the two be able to hold hands together as long as they kick ass?

Now the town that spreads in front of you has nothing to do with humans, demons or monsters.

What we can cooperate with each other is holding hands and walking together towards one goal.

Thinking that far, Merle opened his eyes.

A voice echoed in my head that day when I pulled out the Devil's Sword. He asked for strength, for blood, for chaos.

Days passed instantly after I gave him my name as the Demon King.

By giving him a name, those who call him the brave showed up to respond to it.

That's natural, but now I still have my doubts about the idea.

If it's a magazine or a legend, that would be a natural occurrence.

But when you think of it as reality, do you necessarily need opposing beings?

Do I necessarily have to defeat one of them if I give them a name?

- I don't see the answer.

But I don't even think there's an answer.

Merle, who reigns as the Demon King, Eliza and Dorothy, who have named themselves brave men.

I can't convince Merle right now that if he crosses the blades and defeats one of them, yes, it's over.

"Dear Merle, what is it?

Lucille turned to Merle's back to think alone.

"Just a thought."

Lucille had been staring at Merle for minutes without moving alone.

I immediately tried to speak up, but Lucille seemed to disappear as Merle faded into the wind for a moment.

Lucille was too scared to move to Merle, who was going to disappear.

Stab him in the chest.

I didn't know what that was, but it seemed like Merle was going somewhere far away.

- I don't want that to happen.

Merle's back was soft, stirred by the wind and a little cold.

But Lucille could smell Merle in relief.

The wind stroked the two silent people.

Merle's black, long hair seemed to shake and wrap Lucille.

The hair on my face hurt a lot compared to the first one.

In battle, in journey.

Merle's hair, which would otherwise be stylish but about her age, was painful with xy.

"Dear Merle, my hair hurts a lot."

"Because you've been out for a long time. That hurts."

"Do you remember the first time we met?

"It's when you pull out the Devil's Sword, isn't it? I remember."

"Back then, Master Merle was a town daughter everywhere. Honestly, I couldn't believe the young girl pulled out the Devil's Sword, and I was very surprised."

"I was surprised, too. I suddenly had a servant.... but now I'm no longer a servant."

I hugged Merle from behind.

I feel Lucille's body on my back. The demon tribe we met at that time became irresistible to Merle.

"Dear Merle, what is it at a time like this, why don't you comb your hair if you want?

"- Right. Sometimes I think I'll do something feminine."

"Master Merle's long dark hair, I'll clean it for you"

Lucille that she laughs and combs her hair.

How could this child laugh so gently?

Even though they are humans, sacubas, and even women. I wonder why my heart is so stunned.

Merle kept her thoughts in her chest without putting them in her mouth.