Demons, for Harry, are the evil beings of fairy tales, destined to be defeated by the righteous protagonists.

Kira, she told Harry that she was a demon, an existence that should have appeared in a fairy tale, and that she was living in her body like this, was she afraid? Scared? That's for sure.

Harry used to have a precedent for others to live in his own body, everyone would be nervous at first, this kind of supernormal opening, for ordinary people who have never been exposed to magic, this must make people panic, fortunately, the elf who lives in his body is a good person, she once said humble to what she did, in order to compensate for her mistakes, carefully guide herself in magic, everything she did, are deeply rooted in Harry's mind, like such a good person, what reason is there to be afraid, it is she who changed her fate, Putting yourself on the path of a magician, it's not an exaggeration to say it's grateful.

Until that moment, Harry, who remembered this memory with the help of Kira, recalled the scene at that time, because of the lack of memories at that time, his heart had been confused and uneasy, although there were memories during that period of disappearance, but Harry had a strange sense of these memories in his heart, and there was always the illusion that these memories were false.

So, when the memories hidden in the depths of his heart were completely awakened, the swelling sensation of brain pain and the emerging memory fragments appeared at the same time, as soon as he thought of these memories, Harry finally understood what the vague figure said at that time, which figure is the elf who lives in the body, and the memories that come to mind are all dark, painful, and uncomfortable and suffocating, but even so, these dark, unbearable memories still have heart-warming memories, like a light that pierces through the darkness, giving people warmth.

When being tortured by monsters in various ways, the painful death comes back to life, the feeling of wanting to die immediately, but in this dark room, death may be a luxury, never-ending torture, even a strong adult can't survive the torture, inflicted on a child under the age of four, it is conceivable that a mental breakdown is inevitable, and he becomes a madman who can't stand the torture.

Under the torture of despair, the little boy maintained his reason, endured the pain, gritted his teeth, and in various ways, as long as he could relieve the pain, he did not despair.

Why not die? In this devastating environment, death is the best destination.

Because the little boy is not alone, he still lives in another person in his body, he is not alone in enduring the pain, there is another gentle big sister with him, pain and loneliness are not so terrible, two people can comfort each other, can encourage each other, maintain hope for life, the little boy is not lonely, because of her company.

In those dark days, a slight respite, in the spiritual world, she changed the image of the teacher, became a mother-like existence, maintained a gentle smile, hugged herself, hoping to give herself a warm harbor and encourage herself.

Thinking of her last goodbye, Harry's heart seemed to be torn apart, and he wanted to reach out and grab her, but he couldn't catch her like a hand far away in the sky, no matter how far he ran, he couldn't catch up with any back, and he fell to the ground in pain and weakness, crying like a child.

At that time, Harry finally understood that during the days of sharing weal and woe, her status in her heart had unconsciously become so high, it turned out to be so important, like an important spiritual pillar, if it disappeared, her heart would be like a building, collapsing, and the pain in her heart was so real, and she really wanted to tear out her heart.

So, Harry, who remembered his memory, decided that in order not to lose important people again, he didn't want to experience that heart-wrenching feeling, only strength could protect him, and he accepted the power of the demon in his body with a firm belief that even if he was spurned.

Living in her own body as a soul, the beautiful and elegant elf, her name is Isabette, the elf who was unfortunately caught by humans, because she didn't want to be defiled by humans, she chose to occupy Harry's body, and by mistake, Harry's soul stubbornly regained control of the body, and under the serious apology of the elf, the misunderstanding was resolved, and she became a member of Harry's body, and after that, they experienced some things together, Harry recognized her and regarded her as his companion and important person.

And now, she has disappeared and most likely fallen into the hands of the old witch who is known as the mastermind, and it is Harry's responsibility to save her, absolutely to save her, it is Harry's lifelong vow.

Kira, the demon named the evil creature, suddenly appeared in his body for some unknown reason, Harry had guessed that the reason for her appearance might have something to do with the old witch, Harry asked her about this, although her answer was that she didn't know, but a series of vague questions all pointed to this old witch, the sudden strengthening of the body, and that kind of talent that no one could match, all started at that time, a weak little boy suddenly became a boy with strength comparable to that of an adult, this transformation is really doubtful.

For this demon resident in the body, it is inevitable that Harry will be suspicious, although he said that he would accept her, but beware of her things, Harry will not relax, after all, demons are demons, how can it be so simple to give himself strength, according to fairy tales, demons are to trick others into signing an evil contract to fulfill wishes, and the cost of signing a contract is also a lot, there are reductions in lifespan, or sacrifice souls and the like, etc., it seems to be decided according to the scope of what the contract can do, the higher the desire, the more expensive it is, that's probably what it means, Harry doesn't dare to speculate, fairy tales are fairy tales, they are all innocent stories created to cater to young children, how can they be completely taken seriously, I'm afraid the truth of things will be even more cruel.

It's a pity that Harry's character is destined for him to dispel his doubts sooner or later, and after fighting with Kira many times, her comfort and guidance made Harry's defense line begin to slowly crumble, until at that moment everything she did to regain Harry's precious belongings made Harry's defense against her completely disappear and truly accept her.

She's a demon, yes, although she speaks in an old-fashioned tone, with a sense of contempt for people, obviously about her own age, why does Harry always listen to her? Harry didn't know, as soon as she spoke, whether it was right or wrong, his body seemed to move uncontrollably, he was suspicious of her, why he would make these incomprehensible actions, it was really incomprehensible, it was really only now that Harry understood that it might be a trust in someone to make, just like at that time, he had subconsciously trusted her unconsciously, unimaginable.

Her voice usually rings in her head, when she encounters a question she doesn't understand, she will patiently answer it, when she is forced to fight, she will teach herself how to fight, and when there is danger, she will remind ...... Her voice has always been like this, with a haughty tone, although it can be very unpleasant at times, but when you get used to it, you will think that she is just a duplicitous person.

For the voice that accompanied him in his head, before seeing the real body, Harry would wonder what he looked like when he was bored, was it really as described in the fairy tale? With a large mouth with sharp teeth, a pair of horns like sheep's horns on his head, a pair of bloodthirsty eyes, a huge body three or four meters high, burly and powerful, a pair of black handsome wings like a bat on his back, a tail like a whip on his buttocks, a pair of sharp nails on his hands, which can tear enemies in an instant, and his wide feet also have long nails.

Because Kira's voice couldn't be distinguished at all at that time, I didn't know if it was a man or a woman, so I made up my brain like this, and the moment I saw the truth, it was needless to say that I was surprised, and the tall figure that had been built in Harry's heart was shattered, and it was a little girl about the same age as myself, and a faint disappointment rose in my heart.

What kind of fatherly love is like for Harry, he doesn't know, he didn't know in his previous life, when he saw other people's children happily holding the hands of their parents, he only knew that he was sad, but in order not to make his mother sad, he showed a happy smile, hiding his sadness behind the smile, and there was sadness in his small body that many people didn't know.

The sensible Harry has long been accustomed to working hard to lighten the burden on his mother in the days without his father, and never talks about talking about this sensitive topic to his mother, once his mother asked Harry, do you miss your father? Harry always pretended to be a silly child, smiling and biting his fingers and innocently saying what is Daddy? Can you eat it? Mother sighed and stroked his hair, not talking about it, this was the way Harry could protect her from upsetting.

Although he never talked about his father, he sometimes dreamed of his father, on a snowy day, his mother wore an apron to prepare a rich dinner at home, Harry sat on a tall chair, his feet never touched the floor, his little feet were dangling under the chair, in front of him was a table full of food, his hands with knives and forks were raised high, and he was drooling while looking at the food on the table, and his mother always nodded Harry's forehead with her hand lovingly, and wiped her wet hands with a rag. There was a knock at the closed door, Harry didn't understand why he was happy, put down his knife and fork, jumped off the chair, and rushed to the door excitedly, trying to open the door, but because of his height, he couldn't reach the handle, so he could only jump, and his mother picked up Harry on the ground and opened the door, and there was a man standing in front of the door who couldn't see clearly, and his mother smiled when she saw him, and took the hat that the man handed him, and then the man took Harry from his mother's arms, and poked Harry's face with a dense beard in his arms, Harry happily said that it was so itchy, so prickly, at that moment Harry really felt very happy, very happy, longing for such a life from the bottom of his heart, but when he woke up, the dream was gone, and what came into view was his mother's tired sleeping face.

For Harry, Jira is an image of similar status to his father, Harry wants her to protect herself, that sense of security is irreplaceable, only those who do not get the love of their father are the ones who are most eager to get the love of their father, Harry doesn't know that he subconsciously regards Kira as his father.

If all the important people around him were gone, probably, Harry would be very lonely, crying alone.

The door opened very quietly, as if afraid of disturbing the sleeping people inside, and carefully pushed the door open, and in the half-open door walked a maid with a basin of water.

"Bang dang!" The silver basin fell from the maid's hand, and the warm water and towels in the basin spilled all over the floor, and the basin fell on the white tiled floor with a very loud sound.

The room was large and ornate, with a rectangular scale, with expensive tiles on the walls and floor, the head of the bed was close to the wall, the bed was located in the center to the left, and the north was the position leading to the balcony, but at this time it was covered with heavy curtains to prevent sunlight from penetrating, and the room was a little dim.

As usual, this maid should have waited for the little boy lying unconscious on the bed in this room from morning to night, helped him change his clothes, wiped his body with a towel, kept it clean, would carefully cover him with a quilt to prevent him from catching a cold, and at night would take out a fairy tale book to tell him stories, if it were not for the little boy in the bed who was motionless, some people would definitely think that this maid was a good maid who was dutiful.

The maid kept doing this for about a few months, like a robot that didn't know how to get tired, and she kept a high intensity all the time, silently guarding the little boy's bedside, and she always guarded him with the hope that the little boy would wake up.

Today, too, as usual, she would get up early and come to the little boy's bedside to wash his face, but when she opened the door more than a thousand times, she saw a scene that made her very happy, the little boy woke up, he didn't know when he pushed off the quilt on his upper body, half sat on the bed, and looked ahead in a daze.

Hearing the sound, the little boy turned his head to look in the direction of the door, his eyes were covered with white bandages, and his long black hair was gone, turning into very short black hair, as if it had grown back, and he was wearing a white pajamas.

"Welcome home...... Harry! The maid held back the tears that were about to flow from her eyes, walked to the bed, hugged the little boy on the bed, and the tears finally flowed out of her eyes uncontrollably, and said in a crying voice.

"Why not a dream? No...... It's gone. Harry's grief-stricken voice whispered in Kalia's ear, like the words of a child who had lost his beloved toy after searching for it to no avail.

When Kalia heard his voice, she hugged him even tighter, she thought Harry was talking about his eyes, and said comfortingly, "It's okay, your eyes will be fine, don't worry." ”

Harry, on his side, showed an expression that was even more sad than crying, I don't know whether to cry or be sad, because his eyes are still in the repair stage, and some functions cannot be used, including tears of sadness, which is difficult for Harry, he can only make such an expression to express the emotions in his heart as if he was torn.

In the spiritual world at that time, Harry couldn't find Kira anyway, he didn't know how long he had been looking, even if he was very tired, he still didn't give up searching, in the bottomless water, he called out to Kira, no one responded, search, search, as time went by, Harry cried and searched, showing a sad expression, Kira still didn't appear, even if he knew that Kira was gone, Harry still deceived himself into looking for her, he didn't want to believe that Kira disappeared, he didn't want to believe that she died like this.

It's a dream, right? This must be a sad dream, right?! This...... This is... Dreams, the merciless fact pierced Harry's heart like a sharp sword, mercilessly.

Harry didn't know when he fainted, only that he had sunk into the darkness with tears in his eyes.

The important person disappeared because of his willfulness, leaving nothing, just disappeared like this, said goodbye, didn't say sad words, she was just like that time, suddenly appeared, and suddenly left, did you take into account the feelings of others! Bastard!! Harry cried out to the night sky, not angry, but how much he wished she could come back and how he would live without her.

Harry had a vague premonition at the time, he just didn't want to believe it, he didn't want to believe that this demon had left him like this, and he had left without taking anything from him, what the hell was this! Play?!

It turned out that the last time she said it was like this, Harry's whole body was about to collapse, tears and snot couldn't be stopped at all, as if he was torturing himself, he was about to lose his breath, it was all because of his own willfulness, it would have become like this, if only they had been allowed to take it away at that time, Kira would not have disappeared, it was all his own fault!! Harry gradually became overwhelmed by the guilt of self-blame, and he was like a broken doll, tears and snot flowing, and his eyes were glazed floating on the surface of the spiritual world.

It wasn't until that last smile came to mind that Harry cheered up, but even so, Harry's heart was still so uncomfortable, uncomfortable like someone punched him in the stomach, even so, Kira didn't hate me, she still comforted me, an immature child, and smiled at me, how could I live up to Kira's expectations of herself, I was such a big fool, Harry cried again with a dull pain in his chest, crying louder than ever, as if he wanted to cry out all the grievances in his heart.

Kira, she, is a proud little Lori, often maintains her knowledgeable appearance to maintain her image, often plays the role of a life coach, no salary, and no one knows her, she is actually very lonely, there is a deep loneliness hidden under the radiant golden eyes, only empathy can be detected, and Harry was originally such a person, he was alone in the previous life, he kept a smile on the surface, and the loneliness in his heart is only known to himself.

She is such a duplicitous person, she looks unceremonious to Harry, in fact, she still cares about Harry, after all, he is her friend, how can he sit idly by, maybe Kira didn't notice that she had changed, she was changing with another purpose, if she knew, she might be surprised.

Lost important people, only when they are lost, they know how to cherish, this is everyone's bad habit, but also an important process of a person's growth, Harry understood this truth again and again, that feeling is really uncomfortable, he doesn't want to experience it.

Tearing open the curtains, the tireless Sun Father-in-law rose again from the distant horizon, the warm sunlight shone in, shining on Harry's face, although the eyes could not see, but felt the warmth brought by the sun, turned his face in the direction of the sun, stretched out his hand in front of him, felt the warmth in the dark, Kalia in front of the window saw him on the bed like this, showed a relieved smile, and there were tears in her eyes.

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"There is such a thing as fate, no one can escape, only honest acceptance is a wise move, why cry? Harry? An inexplicable voice sounded in the darkness.

The crystal ball in the darkness presents a picture of the little boy with bandages around his eyes on the bed making a crying expression as if he was crying, holding his maid and crying.

There was a dilapidated inn in the middle of nowhere, and when the morning came, the inn in the alley had mysteriously disappeared, turning into an ordinary alley, and the place where the door had been had disappeared, and it had become a solid wall, and any trace was gone, as if it did not exist at all.

Who the hell is that old woman? Is it a terrible witch? Who knows.