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"Come along, I have something to tell you."

With that, the self-proclaimed future self took the lead on the stairs leading to the underground sky.

Gritting his teeth, the Great Demon King grabbed the Demon King's sword and walked up with him.

After a long and silent walk, the Demon King City, which was still at the end of sight, was close in sight.

"Memorize the shape of this thing, and you will have a lot of time left to design the shape in the future."

After pushing open the door of the castle with his magic, his future self reminded abruptly.

"Huh? Do you really think I'm going to believe Patchouli's words? ”

"As far as I can remember, it won't take long for you to believe it."

"No kidding! I'm not like you! ”

"No, you're me, I'm you." After a pause, the future self added:

"You will surely follow the same path as me."

Saying this, the future self ignored the reaction of the Great Demon King and continued to go deep into the castle.

Frowning, the Great Demon King tightened his grip on the Demon King's sword and continued to follow him.

Walking through the long corridor, under the flickering candlelight, the future self suddenly stopped.

Following his gaze, the Great Demon King saw the oil painting hanging at the end of the corridor, and looking at the brushstrokes, it seemed that he had made his own handwriting, but he had no impression of painting anyway.

"You should have just been summoned back from the Continent of Light, how about it, my world."

Thinking of the girl who stopped in front of him, although he was unwilling, the Great Demon King nodded slightly.

But the Great Demon King suddenly reacted again, in this way, isn't it just acknowledging that he is his future self?

Looking at each other, the pale hair, the familiar red eyes, and the deeper eyes, coupled with the appearance similar to his own, no matter how he looked, he exuded a completely disgusting smell.

"I'd never believe that kind of thing! My fate is up to me! My future definitely won't be like this! ”

“…… Now it seems that my past self is really annoying. ”

Listening to the other party's sarcasm, the Great Demon King also found that his emotions were a little excited, which was extremely disadvantageous for combat, especially in the face of such an unknown opponent.

Although he already had a faint belief that the other party was his future self, the Great Demon King would rather stubbornly believe that the other party was just an enemy who knew him too well.

The uneasiness of becoming unfamiliar with the continent of light, the uneasiness of this unfamiliar environment, and the uneasiness of this unfamiliar self were mixed together, which made the Great Demon King more and more irritable, and his vision unconsciously shifted, but he happened to see an oil painting that he hadn't looked at in detail before.

"That's—the brave!"

With black hair and black eyes, the person in the painting is so familiar, but ...... Why did that figure fall in a pool of blood, obviously as such a powerful messenger of light, a brave man who would never be defeated by anyone other than himself......

"Forgot what you did!"

A faint voice sounded from behind, and at some point, the guy who claimed to be his future self grabbed his shoulder, his eyes were pregnant with angry flames, and pressed his side face against the oil painting in front of him.

It was obviously such a humiliating posture, but the Great Demon King unexpectedly did not feel humiliated, but an indescribable sadness began to rise from the bottom of his heart, making the Great Demon King's eyes astringent.

"You should have forgotten, you must have forgotten! You have definitely forgotten such an important 'agreement'! ”

'Engagement? ’

Hearing his future self say this, the Great Demon King felt that something important in his mind was about to break out of his shell, but he couldn't remember it clearly.

Did you make a promise with Fran that you would buy her delicious pudding?

Not this one.

Is it a promise with my heart that I will definitely find a way to resurrect the Great Black Magic Dragon?

Not this one.

Did you make a promise with Marisa that you would definitely come back from the Continent of Light?

Not this one.

Is it a promise with the princess that he will definitely marry her?

Not this one.

The images of life in Gensokyo suddenly became distorted, and the oil paintings in front of them that were clinging to their cheeks suddenly spun wildly, turning into a huge vortex and swallowing the Great Demon King into it.