Labyrinth Restaurant

Time changes the flow season.

Spring passes, summer ends, fall crosses, bid farewell in winter, and the next spring comes again.

Whirl, whirl, as if it were a carriage wheel.

Guru, guru, it's like a yarn wheel spinning silk thread.

The days of tranquillity continued to patrol.

How many of those tours did the change occur?

No, no, there wasn't any special incident or incident.

Thousands, tens of thousands of small repetitions of happiness.

At the end of the day, the Demon King realized.

"I see that's what this was all about"

When I think about her (...), that thought only came naturally to me.

He suddenly understood that this feeling, this favor, was what was called love.

Without any foretaste, I can't say.

It's not like it's springing up suddenly now.

I'm sure it's been in his mind for a long time now, but he can't help but notice. Once I realized it, it was so strange that I couldn't help but be aware of it before.

How the hell have I ever been in love with her?

The Demon King has asked himself that, but there is no clear answer.

Soon, really, before he even knew it himself, he liked her in a different way than it had been before.

Nevertheless, there's no point in asking when you've liked it.

The only thing that matters is the simple fact that he's in love with her right now.

It just took me a long time to realize that, but the Demon King didn't put any time ahead of him from there.

During the day he realized how he felt, he summoned her.

And first I apologized for postponing my confession reply, and then I turned to her confused by the sudden unfolding, telling her straight through the unspoken words that had sprung from the depths of my heart.

"I like you."

The Demon King (he) is in love with her.

"- So"

So, with a slightly nervous face to it, he uttered the following words (glances).

"Live with me."

And when I got that confession, she...