Chapter 3 Part1 (1/2)

Maou ~ Sou da, Yuusha wo Yome ni s.h.i.+you~

Chapter 3 – Part 1

デュナル: Dunal

フィルート: Filt

フィリア・サヴァエラ: Firia Savaela

アヴァン: Avant

ルーク: Luke

Feel free to suggest better English names if you have any~

She actually made this kind of uselessly cute face too huh, Avant thought as he gazed at her over the roses.1

In the garden at the western end of the castle, Filt was drinking tea with her maid.

The ivy rose called Rosca grew crawling on the ground without thorns, countless small blooming flowers. The garden that was planned and created by the gardener was now mostly a rose garden. Waist-high rose fences were created here and there, resulting in rich fragrance drifting about. At the center of the rose fences, a lake was surrounded by more ivy roses.

Today, sitting at the flower garden, that girl was wearing a peach dress. With plump b.r.e.a.s.t.s, thin waist achieved without a corset and round b.u.t.tocks hidden behind the dress despite the slender arms and angel-like face, she was unbelievably perfect.

Taut fair skin without any blemish, thin well-shaped eyebrows and blue eyes that looked a little stubborn, all these stirred up his desire to dominate her.

Since waking up, Filt had tried escaping several times. However, not even knowing how to use magical power, catching her was literally like twisting the hand of a baby.

On the third night of her failed escape, halfway of him trying to take away her chast.i.ty, ”I'm not going to run away anymore, so please forgive me,” she begged with a face like she was about to die. So up until now, he hadn't laid a hand on her yet.

Those small and lovely coral lips that had been taken many times were laughing happily.

”She is quite the young fiancé, huh……”

A young man came up next to Avant who was looking at his fiancé from the fence of roses. Wearing a black military uniform, it was his royal brother, Luke.

With dark jet black hair reaching his collar and a face startlingly similar to his brother's, he was the kind of guy that's popular with women. The only difference was that, unlike Avant's, Luke's voice did not have the unnecessary charms and therefore he was able to have normal conversations with women.

The red eyes that were slightly more droopier compared to Avant's were glued towards Filt who were chatting at the flower garden.

”……Seventeen years old was it?”

Avant who was asked by Luke, tilted his head. Avant went through his memory as he had never even thought of remembering the hero's age.

”Yeah, should around there.”

Luke chuckled and turned to him, ”I would like to ask if Your Majesty's decision has been made, but unexpectedly you have no interest in it, huh?”2