After watching Marisa leave, the Great Demon King's gaze involuntarily fell back to the purple-haired witch by the window, but the difference was that Patchouli now seemed to be a little angry. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"What's wrong?"

Feeling the magic power of the slowly recovering body with the help of the Demon King's armament, the Great Demon King, who was extremely bored, still accosted Patchouli.

As if she hadn't heard the Great Demon King speak, Patchouli closed her eyes, squeezed her eyebrows a few times as if she had a headache, and then closed the book violently, and suddenly said loudly to the Great Demon King:

"Why didn't you stop Marisa from participating in such a dangerous match! And give her that terrible Demon King's sword! ”

"This..."

The Great Demon King looked at Patchouli, who was panting because of her loud speech, blinked her eyes hard, tried her best to pretend to be kind, and said half-like like a joke:

"It's just a matter of collecting one more Demon King Armament - it's not a big deal! Besides, Fran and the others often use my Demon King Armament to play, and nothing dangerous has happened..."

"Don't forget what you look like now!"

Pache jumped out of her chair and walked to the side of the Great Demon's bed, and then poked the Great Demon King's ribs with her fingers, causing the Great Demon King to feel a pain as if his body was about to break.

"See, now that you're weak, you can still restrain the evil will in the Demon King's armament, and you can also ensure that Marisa and them won't be corrupted by your magic props?"

Hearing Pachuali's words, the Great Demon King frowned a little uncomfortably, and a hint of bad premonition unconsciously became a huge shadow, slowly shrouded in his heart.

'I really... Can you still trust the Demon King Armament? I really... Can you still believe in yourself? ’

The Great Demon King covered his chest, feeling the so-called 'power of the brave' that he couldn't feel no matter what, and he was more and more out of breath.

“… Take me to the scene of the martial arts meeting. ”

For a moment, Patchouli seemed to feel that the guy lying on the bed seemed to be a different person, and the cold and emotionless words made Patchouli feel cold from the bottom of her heart.

“… No. ”

After gritting her teeth and saying no, Patchouli curled up back in her chair and continued to look through the magic book that never left her, but the difference was that this time, she couldn't read it anyway.

"Take me there."

The voice of the Great Demon King came again, and there was already a vague commanding tone, which made Patchouli more and more irritable from the bottom of her heart.

"Don't!"

After rejecting the Great Demon King loudly again, Patchouli turned her head and gasped for breath, as if this was the only way to get rid of the numbing momentum that had been wrapped around the Great Demon King.

Thump!

Hearing a loud noise behind her, Pache trembled before she managed to gather her magic power, and then mustered up her courage and said loudly:

"Do you still want to threaten me? I sue..."

The sight that appeared before Pache could no longer speak.

The nasty guy who had never had a good impression of him, and who usually spoke viciously, was now leaning down in an unusually humble posture and posing as if he was pleading with him.

With her mouth opening and opening and stomping her little feet a few times, Patchouli hesitated for a long time, and finally slammed the book in her hand to the ground, and said to herself:

"I'll just take you there!"

He took the quilt and wrapped it around the Great Demon King.,Then tied it with a chain made of magic power.,Finally, with a slender finger holding the other end of the magic chain.,Drag the Great Demon King like a piece of cargo to the Moriya Shrine.。

Ignoring the strange eyes of the waiters, after leaving the hot spring hotel, after not walking far, Miss Patchouli, who was weak, felt a little tired.

Wrapping one end of the chain around a branch on the side of the street, Patchouli took out a water bottle from the magic handbag she was carrying, took a big sip, and then remembered the Great Demon King as if she had put the bottle back in her pocket.

Walking to the side of the Great Demon King, who was deliberately treated roughly, Patchouli shook the water bottle in front of the Great Demon King, and asked angrily:

"Drink?"

“… Give me some. ”

Listening to the voice of the Great Demon King, who didn't know why it was getting weaker and weaker, Patchouli wanted to stuff the water bottle into the Great Demon King's hand like this, but as soon as she reached over her hand, she didn't know what she thought, and she retracted her arm like an electric shock.

"Dirty, nasty guy!"

Remembering the light novels I had read in the library, the numerous 'indirect kiss' plots, the blush on Patchouli's face could not be dissipated.

Brushing the edge of the water bottle with her sleeve, Patchouli wanted to pass it back like that, but hesitated and put it back in her pocket.

After deliberately closing her eyes and resting for a while, Pacher grabbed the magic chain from the branch and continued to pull the Great Demon King forward, but just as she acted, she heard a muffled snort from behind her.

Stopped with some doubts, Patchouli looked at the big demon king's somewhat struggling face with some curiosity, and undoubtedly saw a little golden blood under the big demon king.

Strangely turning over the Great Demon King's body, the striking scars made Patchouli silent again.

“… How, how can you not protect your body with magic? ”

“… That kind of thing is still a bit of a struggle to do right now - it's nothing, and with my ability to recover, it won't take long for this little injury to go away. ”

After a pause, the Great Demon King saw that Patchouli was just looking at him blankly, and suddenly said with some anxiety:

"Instead of this kind of thing, hurry up and take me to Marisa!"

"Marisa... Is it? ”

Muttering the name of her friend, Patchouli suddenly gritted her teeth and walked to the Great Demon King without saying a word, and after blessing herself with a few unnamed spells, Patchouli pulled the Great Demon King's body and carried him on her back with great difficulty.