To you and to me.
I despise much and love little, and spend my time counting the hours that wait for me.
We spend our lives counting the falling sand. I spend my time watching the water flow.
--To give it to you.
This unintelligible monologue is my earliest memory.
And I still don't know.
I don't know what this poem means, what it indicates.
I am on the throne.
To be precise, I am on the lap of the demon king who sits on the throne.
Because of the arms around my stomach, even the apologetic distance that existed just a moment ago is gone. I stopped resisting. No matter how embarrassed I was, no matter how much I might be poisoned by the thick, sweet air, I could not allow myself to run away.
As I leaned back against him, I heard a relaxed laugh. His breath catches in my ear. His low, throaty voice was strangely sexy, and I jumped, still not used to it.
It's people again," he said. You never learn, do you?
He says.
I think we've detected an intruder in the castle.
'Yes,' I agreed.
"They should have just given up."
What's your status?"
'Wait a minute.'
I put my hands together and lifted them to eye level, and a crystal appeared there. If you look into it, you will see a clear image, although there are some distortions peculiar to the spherical shape.
A few people who had just entered the castle were advancing cautiously toward the entrance. They took a side road on the way in, but I just thought that was just a storeroom, and they didn't tell me.
One man and four women.
--I just think, "That's just a storeroom," but I don't tell them.
If you stare at them, a list of their statuses will appear in your field of vision.
This is something that even he, the man behind me, cannot see, and it is truly my unique ability. The power that should have been a helper fairy for the heroes is now being used for the demon king.
The man is a "holy knight" by profession, level 89, with 8365 HP, 5200 MP, and maximum resistance skills for all attributes. Poison, petrification, and silence are disabled. The woman with red hair is a 'martial artist,' level 87, with 8600 HP and 0 MP; the woman with blue hair is a 'healer,' level 81, with 6000 HP, 7000 MP, and silence disabled. The dark-haired woman is a--"
Enough.
"... yeah."
She was bored.
The most important thing to remember is that you can't just take a look at the pictures of the people you're going to meet. I like the feel of my hair being combed. His touch is so gentle and pleasant.
I turned my body around and rubbed my forehead against his collarbone. His image is that of a cat.
I am ashamed to admit it, but I do it because it puts him in a good mood.
I am a former modern person, a former brave elf who helps people. It would be unbearable for me to turn the coming group of heroes into a lump of shredded meat in response to the demon king's displeasure.
What's wrong?"
Nn. I'm bored because a weak-looking one came again. Can I sleep?
Yes, I'll wake you up when he comes. I'll wake you up when he comes.
The demon king is kind to me. His blond hair is soft to the touch, his golden eyes like the moon are long and slit, and he has a beautiful, guileless face. He is irreverent, arrogant, strong, and above all, beautiful.
Who would have thought that this prince-like man was the one who had killed so many people?
--He used to be so cute.
How in the world did this happen?
His hand came to rest on my dead fish-like eyes, and I gently lowered my eyelids as he urged me to do so.