Chapter 169 (1/2)

Demon castle, restaurant.

Everything yesterday seemed like a dream. The two people hugging each other under the stars blurred their sight with tears. At that moment, only the wind was blowing their clothes and restless hearts.

I know, this is a new beginning, this time is the future I want to hold.

I can't remember how long and how hard it was to lose lanstya. But at this moment, I feel that the beautiful future I expected is no different from the past.

”Ah? Is my food not delicious? Demon king, you open your mouth. Don't be shy. Hey, hey. ”

Back to normal, lanstya now has a plate in her hand and forks up a piece of dark matter to be sent to my mouth.

”Hum, I don't know what to do. Sister lanstya cooked it for you herself. ”

Ruiya was jealous in her words. She closed a book with a red cover and said angrily to me.

”Waste?”

I gave a tentative shout of lanstya.

”Who do you say is waste! Sister finriel! ”

Riya blew up with finriel when she heard me shout. They both rushed at me, pushed me from my seat to the ground and sat on me. Fenril's huge mouth is facing my front door.

”Ah? RYA, don't be impulsive. And, you little Fenfen. The demon king is calling me, come down, don't fight. ”

Lanstya put down the plate in her hand and took away Ruiya and the white wolf with a smile. She didn't care that I called her waste. At this moment, I knew that my goddess, she really came back.

”Well, don't eat if you don't eat. Anyway, my cooking is terrible...”

Lanstya said somewhat lost.

My heart pulled fiercely, and an impulse prompted me to pick up dark matter. He picked it up with his head down.

”Lanstya, it's delicious. Don't lose heart. I was teasing you. ”

I said vaguely.

”Really? I knew it. I'm a beautiful and kind girl... A falling angel. Ruiya, let's go and make another copy for your demon king! ”

Lanstya was very happy to pull away the angry pink hair sister Ruiya and white wolf finriel.

I ate food with tears in my eyes. At this moment, my throat was like being burned. The burning feeling made me very uncomfortable. Suddenly I realized that this was probably the bitter meat trick of the waste goddess, which took advantage of my compassion. It was too late for me to cut, and gradually I lost consciousness.

Devil's castle, my bedroom.

In a coma, I always feel a little uncomfortable. It seems that there is something heavy on my body.

I try to open my eyes, but I can't succeed. Is this the ghost pressing the bed?