If the devil is a transvestite

Chapter 6 Archmage Summer ([-])
The scene outside is much more vicious than I imagined, and I can only describe it with a bit of literary literacy trained just for the afternoon tea reading meeting.

There is no flesh and blood flying around, and there are no stumps hanging around, but you can smell the strong wind and rain from the outrageous smell of the earth, from the empty eyes, and see the sudden death of souls one by one.The reason why it is called a vicious scene is because these corpses... have lost their vitality, withered like old vines, and even the soul that could leave the body and stay for a whole day and night has been wiped out.

"How on earth did they die..." I couldn't help murmuring.

"Death from devouring black magic."

I looked at their uniform, the same attire as the man calling for help, and completely gave up the idea of ​​saving that man.I'm not that kind. Kindness is the seasoning of life, but you can't become blind because of it.I am not a member of the holy court, and it is not my duty to save people, not to mention that this person will most likely know black magic.

The bastard Samona was leisurely, looking at the corpses with great interest (as if something was wrong), and muttering something in his mouth:
"The body is shriveled... the soul is annihilated... the typical three forms of devouring, not bad... but it is a shame to leave a wound... It looks more like someone killed by a weapon with the devouring attribute... There are still people on this continent. Is there such a thing... Weird... Could it be the Black Witch of Uti... But they are all dead... After all, Dad's methods are so cruel..."

I feel that if Summer pays attention to my complexion, he will definitely find that my complexion changes wonderfully like a palette.First, he hated when he praised black magic, and then he was confused about the term "this continent"—could he come from another continent or star field?The last was the relief on his face when he said that his father killed the Black Witch.Darkness and light are probably mortal enemies, so maybe Summer deserves my trust?

"Little girl," Sam's clear and clear voice insisted on lowering his voice by an octave, and he said negatively, "Where the light is, there is the shadow."

It's too scary!I didn't make a sound out of my mouth this time!He, he, he... actually read my mind again!Think carefully!
"Whatever you can think about, I will write it on your face. No wonder you are so thick-skinned."

Thick-skinned?
Who is the shameless bastard who eats and drinks?
Summer didn't know about my outburst of resentment, even if he knew, a bad person like him would not talk to me.

Could it be that the true God favored this beautiful girl today, and actually fulfilled my wish again—although the way is rather weird, as for talking to my object Emmmmm, it is a bit hard to explain...

A masked woman in black with a sharp knife rushed towards me. I was dumbfounded as I watched the knife stab into my chest, about to cut open my skin, cut out my heart, and stirred it up in the stomach cavity. When it was a mess, Summer appeared out of nowhere, pulled me away, and narrowly missed my ear with the knife.

"Unhappy, you're not dead." The woman pulled off her veil, revealing a face that I would have wanted to lick—if she hadn't stabbed me with a knife in the last second, she had a high nose and deep eyes, brown and black short hair, and a whole body Skinny tank top with dark gray ripped jeans.Dressed like this, it's really hard for her to move so nimbly.

　1. Face licking: I like a certain face very much

　　
　
(End of this chapter)