The Devil Who Grants Wishes

“Aww…”

“You looked ugly…”

[That is indeed true. Aegoceros, what kind of ugliness is this now?]

In the banquet hall that has become so horrendous to be described in words, only flowers, Aegoceros, and Nero are the only ones who maintain the spirit.

No, it would be correct to say that it is not the spirit, but the life.

It has been a long time since the banquet attendees and the Imperial Guard, who had filled the banquet hall until now, were swept away by the craze of cranium and became like gum on the wall, and the cranion who created such a horrific sight has turned to bone dust.

[If that happened, you should have at least protected Lucia-sama perfectly, what were you doing before Faust-sama came?]

The flower curses Aegoceros.

No, strictly speaking, it is correct to view it as a fair rebuke, not a rebuke.

The present Aegoceros could not stop Lucia from doing strange things, was helpless by the enemy, and could not even protect Lucia, the target of her escort.

If Aegokeros wasn’t the flower’s cherished junior, he would have been eaten by the flower as it is, and would have been the nutrient for leveling up.

“Seniors…”

[Stop, yes, you don’t have to. Concentrate on the restoration of the body.]

Aegoceros, who had been directly attacked by Cranion’s ideological group, is still repeating destruction and regeneration.

Aegoceros, who is repeating the process of changing his body to salt and then changing the salt back to his body, is stopped while trying to show respect to the flower.

[Stupid, if Nero and I hadn’t come, you would have been subjugated by now. You’ll appreciate it.]

“…”

The flower is the second most descendant of the great master, and sets an example for all other juniors.

A flower with an upright waist and a dignified figure stands as dignified as possible, and Aigokerus, whose half of his body is still converted to salt, gives a simple courtesy to such a flower by closing his eyes and bowing his head slightly.

If Faust had seen this situation, it would have been ridiculous, like a scene from a comedy, but the two are now more serious than ever.

“Ah, uh…”

“Your Majesty… we must rescue Your Majesty…”

“Where are you… this? Where… are you? This…? Where… Huh?”

As the flower said, if the flower had not come here, Aegoceros would have been subjugated.

The area around the mansion is filled with a mist of hallucinogenic components emitted by flowers, and in that fog are scattered adventurers and soldiers who rushed to see an unusual explosion and overflow of magic.

No matter how strong Aegoceros is, if he encounters such people while his body becomes salty and incapacitated, he cannot resist and will have no choice but to be defeated.

It is clear that Aegoceros would have lost his life without the flower, so he is deeply grateful to the flower.

Passion-

[…I can’t move in this state. Nero, you should be here for a while longer.]

“Aww…”

The flower, if possible, intended to get out of this banquet hall with the whole Aegoceros, but if given a slight shock, it instantly turns into a powder of salt, and when she sees the body of Aegokeros falling down, she gives up.

The only way left was to wait until Aegoceros was completely restored, or until his master returned and dealt with this foolish thing.

ㅡSomeday, you will recognize my efforts and the day will come when I will be chosen.

Flowers are only fulfilling their duties as a family, imagining a happy, rosy future today.

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“Iris, stop it!!”

“Why are you doing this?!”

‘…What else is this?’

On the other hand, the elf archer Lena, who was accompanying the hero and party, could not fully recognize the situation unfolding before her eyes.

The party, who had been so friendly until yesterday, started fighting each other in an instant.

Even as the reason for the fight is so absurd, Lena suddenly doesn’t take a break during break and just wonders why humans do this.

“Now that training is enough, take a break!!”

“That’s right, your hands are all broken. Even around your eyes!”

“No, more… I have to do more. It’s still not enough…! So, get out of the way!!”

Iris is just practicing her swordsmanship by herself in her free time before bed, after waking up, and during breaks, but everyone else is worried and angry because they don’t understand her behavior at all.

No, what in the world are you fighting over something like that?

If you do that while on the go, I understand your anger because it interferes with smooth movement, but isn’t that just training in your personal free time?

It wouldn’t be enough to praise the fact that I was training to become even a little stronger, but it’s hard to understand the way of thinking that I’m fighting because I don’t hate it, or because I’m worried. Am I an elf?

And Iris, to be honest, that woman is also weird.

‘If other people don’t like it, stop now and stick to training for something you can do slowly later?’

When I first met him and when he talked to me, he was an innocent girl who didn’t know what the world was like, but if he had any free time, he said that he had to train somehow.

It’s like watching a fanatic who goes crazy saying that it’s time to pray.

It would be hard and tiring if I practiced like that without taking a break even though I was traveling so long… Ugh, if it were me, I didn’t do any training and just rested.

Look, you’re still lying down and resting like this.

I can’t quite understand why they are doing this.

“No! There is no price to give now, so I can’t bring him back again…! And if he dies like in the ruins—”

“Iris, what the hell are you talking about! It’s been weird since you left the ruins!”

“Yeah, how many times have I told you it was a hallucination!!”

ㅡah, that’s right.

Somehow it was a little weird.

Iris’s party was doing this because they did not know what had happened in the ruins. So the conversation has no choice but to run parallel lines.

‘Well, how do you believe that?’

Since I knew Faust’s existence, I believed Iris without any doubt, but Iris’s party did not.

The party revived by Faust had no memory of what had happened since they entered the ruins.

Well… well, I understand their reaction.

If I hadn’t known Faust’s strength, I would have thought that stopping time or resurrecting the dead without any penalty would have been absurd.

“Please… please don’t stop me…”

However, unlike the rest of the party, Iris remembers the massacre at the ruins, and as you can see now, Iris is obsessed with training because she does not want to lose her comrade again.

Iris is also…

I say nonsensical facts in moderation, but because I’m too honest, I’m being treated like a hallucinatory magician for saying things as they are.

“Ah, ah ha ha… I’m sorry, I showed an ugly appearance.”

At that moment, an unknown woman from Iris’ party came up to me and smiled mischievously and said so.

“No, that’s fine. Isn’t there a law to fight with dignity?”

“Yes…? What’s the price?”

“Well, we’re not fighting because we hate each other, we’re fighting because we think of each other. What’s wrong with that?”

“…”

It’s not sarcastic, it’s sincere.

As an elf, I can’t even imagine fighting with each other because I value each other.

Elves with a light mind for others rarely fight even if they hate each other. Do humans fight even though they value each other?

It’s unbelievable that this is so ugly. Isn’t it so strange?

After all, it seems that leaving the Great Forest was the right choice.

Rather than living for hundreds of years in such a dreary forest, it is exciting to come out and

“You’re weak, so I have to protect you!!”

‘ok…?’

At that moment, Iris screamed in annoyance and anger as if she couldn’t stand the fight that ran endlessly along the parallel line, and the party immediately shut their mouths when they heard it.

The surrounding air becomes cold and heavy.

The atmosphere that had been blazing and burning until just now had subsided as if it had ever been.

uh… um…

No, no matter how angry you are, I guess I shouldn’t have said that…

“…OK got it.”

“…I’m sorry to disturb you, Iris.”

“Oh, no… that’s… it’s not…”

Iris tried to pick up the words, bewildered whether it was too late to realize that she had made a mistake, but it was already too late.

Up until recently, the group, who had been angry at Iris’ health, were just shocked and depressed by hearing abusive language from a colleague.

“I, I… all…”

Iris and Iris’ party, both of them, have been torn apart due to misunderstandings.

Iris is trembling, cursing herself just before, and the party thinks that Iris is too excited now, so they keep their distance for a while.

‘Oh, no joke, it’s uncomfortable.’

It’s like sitting on a cushion of thorns. The body lifts its hips up at will and cries out to get out of this crazy place quickly.

Uh… yeah, that would be better.

No matter how interesting human observation is, seeing things like this makes me feel uncomfortable at the same time.

First of all, I’m an outsider who doesn’t really care, so I’ll have to stay away for a while until the situation calms down.

Yes, there is a forest right next to it, so I should eat wild mugwort after a long time.