My Childhood Friend the Demon Knight Hates Me

Lore, the night you revealed all sorts of stories.

Then a few days, it was creepy and peaceful around me the other way around.

I also received a "perfect" special training with Mr. Marina, and I can tell you that I'm almost done. A situation where you practice only the parts you want to make up for in your free time and have little else to do. I also refrain from going out, so I have plenty of free time.

Conversely, butterflies in the church are becoming more harsh every day.

Lore, a secret meeting with you? The day after I did...... the ninth missing person finally came out.

Lore, you are increasingly leapfrogging in the search for the killer when you have caused the following damage before the roots of your tongue have dried up that you declared to solve the case.

Moreover, he also expects that the number of spiritual uses necessary for the sacrifice of the Devil's ritual is just ten, which seems to be unnecessarily hurrying you, Lore.

I always run around with paperwork in my little body and honestly worry about not falling.

I also offered to see if there was anything I could do to help, whether it was chores or anything, but Lore said to you, "You can't let Princess Spirit do that!" and I was cut off.

Reyce and I... we're the same.

The minimum amount of conversation or contact you need, that's all. There must be a heap of things Rayce wants to ask if he knows about the devil or what he thinks about the case, but the key words don't always come up.

And while I remember the itching of my teeth, I end up hearing nothing.

It's just that Reyce says to me annoyingly, "Never go out at night, don't go out on your own." I only give it back reflexively, "I know."

The escort system seems to be strengthening, but the exchange is also somewhat uncomfortable.

- So much so that I still have the refreshing thoughts that I did.

The case couldn't even grasp the thread to solve it, Lore, your feared "Full Moon Night"...... that "day before" came quickly.

"This, 'For protection!' Lore gave it to you, but you have trouble putting it away... The Apostles and Reyes are taking turns and they're looking around at night, and you think they need a sword for protection, inside the church, and in the room? Wal."

"I don't think Sue needs it because she has me! No matter what happens, I'll protect Sue!

"You can count on that."

I leak a mild laugh at Wal's, out-of-the-box manly remarks playing with Pukapuka making small blisters.

But when the blisters can bounce, the water flies slightly, so stop indoors, Wal.

The watery part of his tail is usually cold because the droplets won't get wet and there's no problem, but the water he produces is real.

Phew and I breathe.

On my lap sitting on the bed now...... brings exquisite weight, the Queen's sword.

"Because the full moon is near!," Lore gave you great momentum in the hallway, "This is the one I cleaned up at noon!" Though I was poked at the intention, I received this one with momentum.

Treasure Sword, can I treat you like this?

Lore, you may be too busy to be tempered.

The blade that shines on silver is not for interpersonal use, so it has no cut.

But the decoration of the handles is elaborate, and, as you explained, Lower, the spiritual crystal, which is also raised from Reyce's neck, is firmly embedded. It's luxurious, but I wouldn't be able to put a price on it. Even now that I am familiar with my hands, I narrow my eyes to the divinity that the sword unleashes.

But I really don't know what to do, this.

I can't put a treasure sword on the floor just like that, and I can feel it standing on the wall like a dagger.

Um and plain as I was haunting my head, there was, uh, the sound of a concon and a knock on the window.

Vikri, and my shoulders tremble.

This is upstairs. Why does such a noise come out the window?

With full vigilance, I walk over with my sword in my arms, killing my breath by the window.

I pulled the curtain I was closing to block the moonlight, whispering to Wall for attention, then I pulled horribly.

And then...

"... what the hell, you guys"

- It was always the spirits of light who were out the window.

Count five. Spirits in the form of little birds wrap the yellow light around their wings and fly about the height of my eyes.

The influence of strong moonlight, or the light of the wings, is weaker than it was when I saw it before, but still dazzles me when I enter my sight nearby.

I thought it might be a mild prank, but when I tried to ask why I knocked on the window, I then looked out for words that came out of their mouths.

The opening is the best.

"Help me," he said. - That's what I said.

"Help me, help 'him'! Please!"

"I just happened to find it! He's trying to do something for 'that kid' that's not good! But we can't stop it! He won't get our voices! I can't even get close!

"I'm sure you can help! He's in danger, too! We want to help him!

"Wait, we have to help 'her' before we do that! She hasn't heard from us either! I can't get any closer than that! We have to hurry, we have to hurry!

"That's right! We have to help her first!

I'm confused at once by them talking to Peppy at the same time.

Him? That kid? Her?

I have no idea who the hell that is referring to and what they want to sue for. Anyway, I tried to talk to him to calm down, and one swirled a little away from the window, "Look at me!" and guided my gaze.

In the direction you would be pointing, you can see the flower beds illuminated by the moonlight and the high iron fence that separates you from the church. At first there was nothing strange about it, it seemed like a landscape that was always peering through the window, but immediately across the iron fence, I see a person walking flutteringly through the darkness.

I work at night. In an unconstrained foothold, it was also difficult to determine that the person was chasing something.

Eyes gazed and looked closely.

A strange glossy black feather that seems to melt into the darkness, but clearly represents a presence even in the darkness.

Winging in the moonlight is the devil's maneuver... a black butterfly.

That alone made my throat hum, but at the same time my heart strikes an early bell at making sure who the person chasing that butterfly was and that it was a familiar person.

Brilliant smooth strawberry blonde in the light of the moon.

- It was Mr. Marina.