If a very cute, very cute, very cute little girl suddenly runs up to you and asks you, "Sir, can you take me away?"

How would you answer at this time.

If this was in the previous life, Merlin must have turned around and left, because this kind of thing could not exist, and if it really happened, it must have been him dreaming.

But now that he's crossed, even crossing this kind of thing can happen, so it doesn't seem like a big deal to pick up a little girl on the road and go back.

It's a pity that Merlin is not Loricon, he still prefers those big sisters who are mature and plump, and to be honest, his current human form is cuter than this little girl, so the saying that he can't walk when he sees a beautiful girl doesn't apply to him either.

He just wondered why the little girl would chase after him, a scary-looking demon, instead of waking up and going straight home.

He had deliberately left a way for the little girl to lead to the light on the street when she was unconscious, and on this Christmas day of the Lord of the Torch, the miscellaneous fish and demons who coveted the little girl would never dare to be exposed to the lights, as long as they walked to the street and went home, the little girl would be safe.

But Merlin never imagined that the little girl would follow his footprints.

Looking down at his demonic form, which could stop a child's night cry, Merlin suddenly looked at the little girl who looked to be eleven or twelve years old with a strange look.

"Huh...... Little sister, I didn't expect you to be so good. ”

Although he himself also thinks that his demon shape is not bad, it is very in line with his aesthetics, and he is a little handsome, but how old is this little girl, and he is only in elementary school in the world of his previous life, why did he commit the second year of middle school so early at this young age, you see what this aesthetic has become crooked.

This is thanks to the fact that he is a fake demon, otherwise wouldn't this little girl catch up and deliver food?

"You should go home."

Merlin refused.

In his opinion, this little girl probably had some conflict with her family, so she was alone outside on Christmas Eve, the day when the family was supposed to be reunited, probably because the child ran away from home or something.

Merlin, who was accustomed to the peace of his previous life, had not yet fully adapted to the rules of this new world, he was an orphan before, and in his opinion, the word home carried a divine aura, and he could not understand the behavior of running away from home at every turn.

In his opinion, such a cute little girl should go home and grow up happily and healthily under the care of her family, instead of following him as a stranger.

It wasn't a pleasant feeling to be adopted, and Merlin felt a lot about that.

Even if the adoptive father and adoptive mother are good people, unless they are adopted from infancy and know nothing about their own life experience, the kind of child who can already remember will not feel at ease after all, and there will always be a sense of crisis under the fence.

"I... I don't want to go back. ”

The little girl who was rejected still lowered her head and whispered.

"Your family should be looking for you everywhere right now, and good boys should not worry the family too much."

Merlin squatted down and patiently persuaded him.

"I don't have a family anymore, Dad, he's not the dad he used to be, he won't look for me."

The little girl said with her hands on the corners of her clothes and in a somewhat uncomfortable tone.

And Merlin, who was able to see the little girl better after squatting down, also stared.

It's hard to think that the little girl in front of me came out of the slums, because the hard life in the slums makes it inevitable that even children will have to help with the work, and a person who has to work hard every day in the wind and sun, no matter how beautiful he is, will be destroyed by life.

However, the delicate skin of the little girl in front of her who seemed to be dripping water, her hands without calluses and wounds, except for her purple feet, which were frozen because she was not wearing shoes, did not look like a child from a poor family at all, even if Merlin had not many children in the era when young people generally did not touch the spring water, there were not many children who would have such a good appearance.

Well, after all, it's a person with a pure soul comparable to a god, and this is probably already a natural vision.

Merlin was not very surprised by this, it would be strange if there was nothing special about this kind of person with a golden soul, and the reason why he stared at it was only because the clothes on the little girl's body were so ill-fitting that they couldn't even hide the scars on her body.

The arms and body could vaguely see Dao blood marks, which should have been whipped by someone.

These scars are old and new, and the latest ones haven't even scabbed yet.

Merlin was silent, and then he remembered that he was no longer in the peaceful era of his previous life, but in a chaotic other world.

If you think about the reaction of the little girl who would rather follow him, a demon, than go home, then it is not difficult to guess how these injuries on her body came from.

Domestic violence is ruthless to the devil?

Thinking of this, Merlin was angry at first, he wanted to see what this little girl's so-called father was, but then he remembered the corpse that he had seen frozen to death on the side of the road in Dongcheng before.

The boy wasn't much older than the little girl in front of him.

If he can manage one person, can he also manage the whole world?

And in this era when even survival is difficult, how much quality do you expect from ordinary people who can't read a few big characters?

"Alas......"

Sighing, Merlin still didn't say anything after all.

What else can he say, change the whole world? This kind of great thing is not something that a salted fish like him can do.

"Out of sight is pure."

Merlin stood, looked up, took one last look at the city behind him, shrouded in factory smoke, then shook his head and stepped forward again.

"Let's honestly go back to the castle, it's uncomfortable to look at outside."

He thought to himself.

The little girl, who was still waiting for his reply, heard the footsteps in the distance, and she hurriedly wanted to look up, but remembered the pain of looking directly at Mr. Monster before, she lowered her head again, and then silently followed the burning footprints on the ground.

Merlin could naturally spot the little girl who was quietly following behind him, but this time he didn't object to anything.

She could follow as she wanted, and if nothing else, this would be the last time he would leave the castle, and he would be able to stay in the castle for the rest of his life.

So there's no need to think about what to do in the future, and then encounter this kind of nasty proposition of whether to save or not to save a child with a miserable background.

The morning light has vaguely lit up from the east, and under the waning moon, two figures, one large and one small, are walking slowly, one in front and one in the back stepping on the footprints of the former, and on the mountainside in front, a majestic castle is already faintly visible.

That's the direction of home.