Recently, the level of ghost animals has been declining, and I feel more and more powerless. It doesn't feel like a big deal to have a bang with the beautiful girls or not. Human growth is short, but that's it, right? In just 100 years, love is as it is. Well, yes, that's it.

As Kulishnu lay sobbing in my arms as she pounded my shoulder with her little pink fist. That's what I thought in my heart.

It's a little bit of a stretch. I'm tired, I don't want to move anymore and I don't want to make trouble. Although I still want to be like this and that with her when I see a beautiful girl, I don't know her like before, so I have to do it, otherwise I won't be able to live.

For a moment I was a little surprised, and at the same time secretly a little suspicious, wondering if I was already old and not so heavy in taste. But if you think about it, I'm only twenty-three years old this year (4,697,342,901 years old, actually.) Although this number does not mean anything at all. But the effect of making up the word count is obvious. I'm sure I'm not going to write it down, so if there is a similar number in the future, it's a story that happened before or after this world. That's it).

I'm only twenty-three years old, and I don't even have children (and I can't have any, according to the magic setting that the higher the race value of the creature, the lower the fertility rate. Baldwin's fertility rate is a few hundred trillion places above the decimal point - and this data is tested against gods of the same level as another multiverse, such as the Grim Reaper. Other secondary gods, fantasy species or ordinary people are even lower than this). Why do you feel old?

"Alas......," I sighed, and then said to Kulishinu, "If you really resent me, blame me." If you want me to die, I'll die now, and if you don't want me, we'll break the marriage. Then the newspaper made it clear that I was sorry for you. ”

Hearing me say this, Kulishnu didn't speak, just shook her head and punched me twice. I knew that she still couldn't bear me. Aha...... The sword is not old, Your Highness...... Well, ahem.

Holding back the smile, I continued to say to Kulishnu:

"So, what are you going to do, you say. It's just a little bit that you can do whatever you want me to do, but don't blame Hanabi. I-"

At this, Kulishnu, who had already been much better, became excited again, his shoulders shook, and he raised his head as if he wanted to say something to me. But in the end, he still didn't say a word. He threw himself into my arms and cried enough. Otherwise, how can you say that women are made of water? I think if this thing were replaced by me- ahh Let's not talk about that, change the subject. This thing is so unlucky.

"You, you......" I sighed twice, hugging Kulicino a little tighter. Then I couldn't help but sigh:

"Why don't we get married."

Hearing me say this, Kulishnu smacked twice and hammered me twice. I thought to myself: this time it's a little interesting. He deliberately said to her:

"If you don't want it, forget it."