[My name is Edward, I am the Demon King, and I have amnesia.

Now, I accepted the Brave's invitation and became her most trusted enemy.

In order to recover my memories and avenge her, I must find out the truth about the night of the Red Rose, find out the true cause of Vivette's death, and at the same time, I must also face the mysterious organization hiding in the shadows, the Gate of Original Sin.

This is a war without gunpowder.

The brave and I have nothing, and we have no advantage in this god-given land of chaos and peace.

Even so...... I will win this war too!

The first step is to join Hoag House.

Fight, boys]

That being said......

Central City, a street.

Twilight.

"Well, I must have owed you ...... last life," muttered to himself, and Edward followed Emilia dejectedly.

Although he "willingly" accepted Emilia's invitation in a posture of "being pulled into the water", temporarily put aside their grievances, and became partners for a common goal, but......

If you are not afraid of god-like opponents, you are afraid of pig-like teammates.

Edward boasts of both civil and military fists, suave and suave, except for a pair of panda eyes that are slightly decadent, he is simply a perfect good man!

What, you say he's too decadent, he looks like a pervert? No, no, no, don't girls like him nowadays with a cute big boy with a wicked smile!

Edward thought to himself.

That's right, I'm a man with a story, a hero who is both good and evil, and I'm not much stronger than an idiot like Emilia!

The thought of Emilia filled Edward's stomach with resentment.

Violent, brutal, unreasonable.

Stupid, naïve, not frank.

There was nothing in the whole body except for that delicate face, which could barely be seen, and the most hateful thing was the flat-chested, not even a woman! Edward couldn't dare to cooperate with such a guy himself.

"Sure enough, I must have owed her in my last life! I received her favor in my last life, so in this life, God turned me into a demon king to pay off my debts. Pull her into the water, take on her enemies, be her shield, right? Answer me, damn the god of light!"

Edward muttered to himself.

"Lord Demon, what are you talking about?" asked Yaya, who was following next to him, curiously.

"Nothing ......"

"Oh, yes, but the night seems to have heard you say that you owe the brave, and you want to repay the debt with your own promise. Night raised an eyebrow.

"Hey, it's forbidden to molest the master, be careful that I keep your mouth shut again!"

"Oh, yes, Lord Demon, you're getting more and more perverted. Could it be that amnesia distorts your personality?"

"Uh......" Edward sighed as he looked at the smug night.

Autumn has arrived, and the weather is gradually getting cooler. Night is still wearing the black and white maid dress, but there is something more on the lower body.

Perhaps in order to resist the attack of the autumn wind, Ye changed into pure white over-the-knee cotton socks and wrapped her two slender ** tightly. The stockings did not hide the beauty of her legs, but added a cuteness and naughtiness. The short skirt, the knee-high white cotton socks, the absolute realm between the two is exposed, and the delicate skin that is as white as snow looms.

However, this is not enough.

Night smiled strangely when she noticed Edward's bewildered gaze. She didn't dodge or dodge, but gently pinched the hem of her skirt, slowly lifted it up point by minute, and took the initiative to expose the scenery under her skirt little by little, and at the same time, she also observed Edward's expression with a smile.

What else could Edward's expression be, he had never been able to resist the temptation of the night, his eyes locked firmly on the field. In a matter of seconds, in a few seconds, he could enjoy the beauty he had never seen before, and it made his blood run high......

He felt a scorching rush of fluid into his nostrils, and it looked like a nosebleed was about to come out.

At this moment, Night suddenly let go of her hand, and the hem of her skirt slowly fell, completely covering the unknown realm.

Edward regretted it. But soon, he realized that this was a trap of the night, and quickly put away his regretful expression, pretending not to see anything, but he was still a step too late.

"Lord Demon King, your expression is so disgusting, you are really nasty. ”

"Tsk...... I told you, don't tease me!"

"Oh, yes?" Night squinted, noncommittal.

An untimely voice came.

"What are you doing?" Emilia who was walking in front heard their conversation, then stopped, turned her head and asked curiously, "Edward, just now you said that you want to make a personal promise." What does that mean?"

"Well, I'm ......" Edward was still in a state of excitement, and he could only scratch his head in embarrassment in the face of Emilia's question.

"Lord Demon King is just talking!" Night took Edward's words and looked at Emilia with a cold face, "Don't get me wrong, Brave. The Demon King only took pity on you and agreed to cooperate with you, he didn't care about you at all, and even hated you! ”

"Night, you're talking too much......"

"You say I'm being amorous?" said Amilia, looking confused.

"Yes, that's what Night says, you heard me right. Night repeated his words.

“......”

Emilia didn't say anything, but Edward had an ominous premonition.

The ambiguous world between him and Ye was suddenly disrupted by a third party. As Emilia joined, he found that the atmosphere between them suddenly became extremely heavy, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of gunpowder.

What was going on? Edward froze where he was.

"Why did she say I was being amorous?" said Emilia as she walked over to Edward and asked softly.

"That, that's the cause, that's because, because ......"

"Because you're flat-chested, and you're a tomboy, you're not a woman at all, so there's no way the Demon King likes you. ”

Once again, Night took Edward's words just right. As she spoke, she inadvertently straightened the fullness of her chest.

The two are worlds apart.

"Flat-chested, so what?" Emilia looked at the night with an innocent face, then at Edward, and asked lightly, "Why do you like me?"

"I ......"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Emilia shook her head, continuing to ask.

The smell of gunpowder in the air was about to suffocate Edward, but Emilia was still stupid and knew nothing, and her ability to read the atmosphere was almost nil, and she still didn't know what was going on.

You're definitely an idiot, don't make a fuss, hurry up, this is Central City, you still have the leisure to quarrel, if the spirit master finds me, I'll die!

Edward's cry from the bottom of his heart was not heard.

"Brave, don't think that you can get past by pretending to be stupid. Whatever your purpose, the night won't let you get your way. ”

"Oh, I see. Emilia finally understood the hostility of coming to this night.

She glanced at Ye lightly, answered in an ordinary tone, and then turned to continue on her way.

"Why don't you dare to look into the eyes of the night? Brave, are you scared?"

"Afraid?" Hearing Night's sarcasm, Emilia stopped again and tilted her head to look into Night's eyes.

Emilia was like a high king, her eyes were full of disdain and contempt, and then, she said lightly.

"You're so noisy, can you keep your mouth shut?"

"What do you say? ”

"Hey, don't do that, you ......"

Edward didn't feel quite right.

Amilia's indifferent attitude Edward had already learned it. Obviously, she didn't say anything excessive, and she couldn't even be regarded as beating back and scolding, but it was this attitude that made her even more infuriating.

Her silence did not mean backing down, nor fear, but a kind of indifference—a visceral disdain.

In front of her, you seem to be just a clown, and no matter how sharp the taunt is, it is meaningless, because it will only make you feel embarrassed. It's like an ant provoking a male lion, and even if the male lion doesn't say a word, he looks domineering.

Sure enough. Seeing Emilia's lofty appearance, she trembled with night, and she became excited, who had always been calm.

"Lord Demon King, please allow the night to cut the neck of the brave. "The night is like frost, and the white moon is quietly taken out.

"Hey, hey, hey!"

Edward clutched his head in pain.

Before the Demon King's bloody story begins, it seems that he will face another, more tragic and irreconcilable war.

Hey, there's definitely something wrong!