The Devil Priest and the Brave Beautiful Girl

Ulysses once had a dream in a cave at the foot of the volcano, when he had forgotten the past and still used the incomplete name of "Ulysses".

In his dream, he walked in a monotonous and gloomy world, as if he was going to the end of the world without stopping, and then he opened a door.

A horrible sentence that reads "Waiting for those who are about to step here, give up all hope!" Such a terrible sentence has brought him a door to a happy dream.

But now, this door is no longer a dream, but actually appeared in front of him, just within his reach.

"What's the matter, dear?" Mihalu looked at Ulysses suspiciously. Why is there such a look of nostalgia, confusion, and doubt on his face? Is there anything wrong with this door?

"It's nothing, let's go in." Ulysses calmed down the inner shock, and walked into the door that separated the two worlds with Mihalu.

Outside the door, there is a dark and cold winter; inside the door, there is a bright and warm spring; this door seems to exist to redeem people who come from the cold and dark world.

In the same landscape at the end of the world, the door itself represents hope.

After passing this door, Ulysses also walked into the spring at the same time.

Spring is the season when everything is budding.

Spring is the season when a new life begins.

Spring is the season for love and travel.

Spring is a season of sunshine, vigor and hope.

Spring is the season when everything starts again and everything can come again.

Infinite and far-reaching, in the blue sky without a trace of dark clouds, the soft sunlight came down directly and covered the entire ramp.

With the warm breeze blowing, countless delicate pink petals flew all over the sky, bringing fresh floral fragrance and warm colors.

On the ramp intertwined with flowers and sunlight, someone was smiling and waiting for Ulysses. Among the petals flying all over the sky, her figure looks too dreamy, like a cherry blossom elf walking out of a dream, as if disappearing into this world in the next second.

"Aya!" Ulysses' body trembled slightly. Is it nervous, uneasy, or guilt, all kinds of feelings are intertwined, making him almost speechless.

For him, Aya is special, a girl who doesn't know how to describe it. She is not as tough as Laxia, nor as enthusiastic as Mihalu. She always looks at him with a smile behind him, helping him with many, many things.

Although I love pranks sometimes, I still come up with a lot of weird plans. But in fact, she may care about him more than anyone else, and miss him more than anyone else.

"Master, if you hate me, then kill me." When this sentence came out of her, Ulysses vaguely understood a lot.

Aiya's despair, Aiya's sorrow, and Aiya's beliefs, she told him without any secret. At that time, he arbitrarily went to a decisive battle with a terrifying enemy of the level of Zushi Ji, and didn't think about her at all, he must have annoyed her.

Although he had never regretted the choice at that time, he had forgotten her and everyone in the Apostles after all. Completely dominated by anger and hatred, finally committed an unforgivable mistake, which led to irreparable results.

Perhaps, at that time, it would be better to seek Aya's help. She will definitely do her best to help him desperately... Sorry, it's really wayward.

It's okay, master.

Even though there was no verbal communication, but without the hindrance of the gray chain, Aya who came to Ulysses could only read his thoughts from his eyes.

She forgave him. Will not complain, and will not be disappointed. What he wants to do, what he decides to do, has always been Ulysses's freedom. Even if you abandon all the apostles, or even destroy the world, as long as Ulysses chooses, she will support it without hesitation.

Don't care about any constraints, do what you want to do, and exercise your beliefs, which is originally the privilege of the devil. As the magician of the Book of Demon Kings, she can guide Ulysses to a certain extent, but she will never make any decisions for him.

The devil's will is free, and she never wanted to stop him from doing anything. What kind of demon king will become in the end, all depends on Ulysses' own wishes.

"Welcome back, Master." Aya smiled as she always did when she and Ulysses were alone in Taguig City, and said to Ulysses who had returned from afar. Out of my own blessing.

She just wanted to say this, wanted to see the master's face again, that's all. For her, this moment is more meaningful than the several major plans she is planning now.

So, now she is here, waiting on this ramp, waiting for people returning from afar.

The dream is actually true! Ulysses looked at Aiya with an incredible expression, smiling and saying "Welcome back, Master." to him.

That happy dream, the dream that made him feel the beautiful breath of spring ahead of time, and gave him happiness that he had never expected before, now truly reappeared in front of him.

The dividing line between dream and reality suddenly became blurred.

On this ramp guarded by light, the elves who had only appeared in dreams were standing in front of him, saying exactly the same words as in the dreams.

Among the petals flying in the sky, her figure looked a little vague and illusory, as if hovering on the boundary line between dream and reality, full of an uncertain beauty.

In her eyes, Ulysses saw only himself. Unique and represents all her beliefs.

The dream came true. It was no longer a phantom phantom, but really stood in front of him. Floating there, looking at his little enchantress with a long-lost smile, the girl who changed his destiny.

As if a switch was turned on, the whole world suddenly became different.

"Bang! Bang!" Ulysses' heart suddenly beat violently, completely out of his own control. It's like somewhere here, there is someone who is working hard, hard, and mischievously beating his heart, making his stiff and clumsy heart jump even if it doesn't want to move.

He even felt his whole body trembling, a flustered and rushed emotion was spreading rapidly. Obviously he was not in battle, but his body became tense without authorization, as if he had encountered an unprecedented powerful enemy.

This feeling, could it be...

"Spring is the season of love."