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The lovely girl sat in her father's arms and listened attentively. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In this way, the twisted bad girl defeated the evil enemy and chose to save the world in obscurity. When he had finished telling the story, his father closed his diary.

"Isn't that a bad girl so pitiful? The girl who inherited her father's bloodline and had fresh orange hair was obviously dissatisfied with such a finale, grabbed her father's arm, and lowered her head in disappointment.

"yes, so that's the unhappy ending...... It's a tragedy. The father touched his daughter's head.

"Well, don't disturb my father's work. The beautiful mother came over and picked up her daughter. "Are you reminiscing about any bad things in the past?" asked her husband in confusion and concern.

"Nope. What I got was the husband's shaking head in denial.

"Then you work hard and don't bother you. I glanced at my husband's workbench full of family business reports.

"Actually, it's not that I hate my daughter pestering me. He smiled bitterly.

"Work is a priority!" the wife admonished with a stiff face and a stern index finger.

Husband: "......"

watched his wife and daughter leave their room.

Nibair's eyes unconsciously looked at the location of the balcony, if it was her, this situation must have been smiling while drinking afternoon tea and mocking her 'strict wife'.

However, it is impossible to exist the same as it was back then......

Another decade has passed in a hurry.

Ten years later, no matter how much she called, Alice would never respond to herself again.

That night, I should have realized it.

Nibayr wandered, frustrated, and finally regained his strength.

Now, I can only open the diary and reminisce about the past.

"Alice, in your opinion, I'm really useless. Inheriting the family industry, becoming a nobleman and a good man for the family, Nibayr felt a little nostalgic for his dreams and his childhood.

That's what it is...... Mortal selves......

Raising his hand, Nibel looked at the back of his hand...... The summoning sigil between him and Alice is gone.

It's not that it's gone.

Instead, it was handed back to the right guy.

...

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is also a lovely girl, the difference is that compared to the above who lives in a happy family, although Aifu's living conditions are not bad, it can even be said that it is not as good, and she is held in the palm of her hand like a little princess by everyone, however, there is always something lacking in life?

"Ash, why didn't Mommy come back to see me? Is it because I'm disobedient?"

Eve's room is filled with various portraits, all of which depict Alice......

After all, I haven't seen my mother since I was born, wouldn't it be quite embarrassing and rude if I can't recognize him when we meet in the future?

With this in mind, Jash volunteered to take up the job as a painter...... At the very least, I want Eve's to understand what her mother looks like.

Actually, the best thing to do is to pull someone out of the maid team and take off the mask.

But the question is -

The plan was quickly rejected.

The mask refused to be taken off, and the maids collectively believed that they were not suitable to be the stand-in for their masters, and collectively resisted.

I have to say that compared with Yami, who is a motor cell, the painting skills of Yash who are full of literature and art are quite good.

Hearing this question, Yash stopped the paintbrush in his hand and shook his head: "This has nothing to do with whether the little master is obedient or disobedient, the master has some special circumstances and can't come back for the time being." ”

"You use this to perfunctory me every time. Why can't you tell me where Mommy has gone, and we can't look for her?"

"As long as the little master still holds this mark, she will come back to meet you sooner or later. Putting down the brush in his hand, Yash bent down and lifted the back of Little Eve's hand, stroking it.

"Of course, at that point, be mentally prepared. After a pause, he added some admonition. "The host was not as gentle as he thought. ”

"Liar, it's so gentle on the portrait. Little Eve, pointing to the portrait of Alice with a soft smile on her face.

"No, painting and real body are two different things. Yash shook his head.

"Is the smiling face on the portrait fake?" asked the little caress puzzled.

"......" The owner's smiling face was always fake, and Yash nodded.

"In that case, why do you want to deceive me with a fake?"

"......" does not justify itself.

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Unknown plane

Unknown space

Unknown time

However, there is one thing to understand –

It's not a place where ordinary people can live.

A large floating palace towering over the dark end of the universe. Countless demonic guards stood on either side of the main hall.

Looking at the man in front of him, Jones put away his previous cynicism...... Of course, this is only on the surface.

In fact, if he could, the freelancer would love to take a few photos of the man in front of him as a collection of his career as a journalist.

"is worthy of being the spokesperson of Rogie, and even his ideas are so presumptuous and bold. However, when Jones was thinking about whether he had something or not, he was surprised when he met the other party's narrowed eyes and words that seemed to be smiling.

And then I take it for granted.

After all, he is a god of the same level as his own master.

"Ah, I've seen through it. There was no embarrassment of being exposed, and Jones, who was holding a camera, had no choice but to spread his hands. "No way, this is an occupational disease, please forgive His Highness the Demon God for your faux pas. Apologies half-kneeling.

The eyes were filled with a thick black mist, revealing only a little blood red, purple-gold skin, a five-meter-tall behemoth like a brother, black hideous horns winding on both sides of the forehead, and a wide giant wing more than three meters long on the back...... The appearance alone explains what a demon god of power and beauty is.

"How about it, are you interested in changing jobs to work with me?" said the Demon God, who was playing with the delicate artwork in his hand, chatted very casually...... In other words, the content was so high-energy at the beginning, and it was really a big man.

Jones was stunned at first. Subconsciously looked around.

"Don't worry, your goddess's divine sense can't be penetrated...... Here, no third party will know about my conversation with you. As if to see what Jones was worried about, he brought the artwork in front of him, and the demon god continued to add.

"Dare to ask His Majesty the Demon God, what is the reason for taking a fancy to me?" Jones asked, puzzled.

"On a whim. Putting down the artwork in his hand, the demon god picked up another.

"So, excuse me, what's the benefit of switching jobs to you, Lord Daedric?" the freelance reporter moved on to the next question.

"Benefits?" Because it was a whim, he didn't think about it, and when he thought of something, the demon god turned his head and looked at his maid on the top of the main hall.

"Do you think they look good?" raised his thick finger and pointed at one of the maids.

The maid who was pointed at was indifferent.

"Judging from the perspective of men, they belong to the category of beauties. Glancing at the upper, middle and lower key parts of these maids, the freelance reporter made a serious evaluation.

"As long as you become my subordinate, these maids are all yours......" After a pause, the Demon God added. "If it's your hope, I can still give you what you want, including strength, that you can't get. ”

"Didn't you never get any benefit from working under your goddess? "This skillful digging technique......

"Sounds like a good choice. After thinking about it very seriously, Jones finally shook his head. "But forget it. ”

"Oh, why, if you're afraid of being hunted down by your original master, I'll protect you. "Demon God, can you be more serious when you dig the foot of the wall, although you say that, this posture is very unbelievable.

"No, it has nothing to do with life or death...... Of course, it's not a reason to fall in love for a long time, but I beg your pardon for refusing. Without a hint of hesitation, Jones again refused.

The demon god's gaze was removed from the artwork in his hand, and he took on a puzzled look. "What is the reason for refusal?"

"Men are visual creatures, and sure enough, I still prefer my own delicate and cute goddess to the demon god. That's why, Jones explained quite simply...... It's also quite irritating.

The explanation of "presumptuous !!!" undoubtedly provoked a fierce reaction from the loyal maids of the demon god.

And yet—

With a wave of his hand, the bodies of the noisy maids suddenly burst open...... The demon god they feared was destroyed because of the quarrel.

Hearing this answer, the demon god raised his eyebrows and put down the artwork in his hand. "Makes sense. "Agreed.

"But, with such a thin face, you are not afraid that I will kill you here. The demon god smiled inquiringly.

Letting the maid die casually, it is not difficult to see that the demon god is a moody guy.

"In that case, you can only blame me for my misfortune. The freelancer smiled back.

Boom ——!

A black shadow flashed in the palace.

Two cold rays slashed at Jones without warning.

The next moment——!

The chill vanished as if it had never appeared.

"What?" said the two witches who had unleashed the attack with the faithful servants of the Demon God...... They didn't understand how this mortal attack was eliminated.

The surging coercion smashed down without warning and smashed on the witch's body...... The two witches didn't even have a chance to raise and block, so they coughed up blood and knelt on the ground.

"Satan, you're tired of living!!!!," the petite young girl roared fiercely in a frightening tone, a phantom that had been created out of thin air in front of Jones.

After wandering around the Ghost Gate Pass, he realized that he had just been attacked, and Jones patted his chest in fear.

Then, he found that the goddess was right in front of him, and it was the goddess who protected him.

Jones couldn't help but cheer with great emotion. "Oh God, my goddess, have you come to save me?"

- The answer I got was the tender feet and face kicking of my own young goddess.