066, Toran

(Oh? This is really interesting. Did the infatuated demon end up doing the most suitable devil because he was too obsessed with love?)

An Mie laughed at him.

(With the most beautiful and purest feelings in the world, I do the most terrible thing without any consciousness. Well, I am very satisfied with the sword intent of this sword. It seems that when it is your turn to draw the sword, the lethality will be very exciting, right?)

(That...a sword that is enough to destroy all life.)

The idiot ignored the ridicule and sarcasm of Animi. Just as before, he continued to observe the sword method of the sword, learn the doll's footwork, gestures, and posture. He memorized every move and gesture of the doll in his mind, and prepared to start practicing immediately after his body fully recovered.

but……

The idiot raised his head, his cold face was covered with unconscious sunlight, dyed with a layer of golden color.

No matter how powerful this sword is, it may not make any sense to myself, who can't even hold the hilt of the sword tightly...

"Ah, oh, the wheat flour is running out."

The sound of honey pears came from the tree house. After a moment, the girl jumped gently from the tree house with a basket and notes, frowned, and prepared to leave.

Looking at the basket slung in Mili's hand, the idiot thought about it and stood up with difficulty, stretched out his hand, and stopped her.

"Ah? Your Majesty..."

Mili was a little surprised, but she still stood up obediently.

The idiot reached out, took the basket and money, and turned around.

That’s right. My physical condition is still too bad now. If you want to recover your combat power immediately after recovery, then lasting rehabilitation is absolutely necessary.

Instead of memorizing those movements here, it is better to walk around more so that you can get familiar with this body faster and get better.

Mili saw the idiot take the basket, and after thinking about it, she knew what the idiot thought. She pulled up the corner of her skirt, bowed a little, and took a step back. At the same time, she also saw Tolan who was taking care of the garden with Xiaobao.

"Mr. Toran."

As the idiot staggered towards the exit of the woods, Mili came over and bowed to Toran.

"Can you ask you... to accompany His Majesty to buy something? After all, Lord Toran can protect His Majesty better than the useless female slave. Come on, Your Highness. Haven't you always wanted to learn how to cook? The female slave will teach you today, how about it?"

Tolan opened his mouth, looking surprised. However, Xiaobian tilted his head, laughed, patted his hand full of mud, and grabbed Mili's hand...

The streets were once again dyed red by the sunset.

Is it because it was too busy for too long? Today, this road is rarely crowded.

On an uphill road, red and yellow fallen leaves covered the entire street.

Sparse pedestrians walked on it, and the golden earth made a sound of "sand...sand..."

No wind...

No dispute...

There is no fighting...

Only the warm sunset enveloped this uphill road. The two uphill figures were pulled very long... very long...

Idiot, stride hard.

This uphill that he could run back and forth hundreds of times before without taking a breath, but now it makes him panting.

He held the basket and moved his stiff body.

This is not fatigue, nor is it physical weakness.

It's a kind of nerve pain.

This feeling is like the body does not belong to you, and you have to spend a lot of energy to find a sense of coordination between yourself and your body.

This made him more troubled than weakness. The feeling of his body seemed to be floating in the air. Once he was a little distracted, his knees would lose control in an instant and he would kneel down.

But he still has to work hard.

In order to recover as soon as possible, even if it is just a week, a day, or an hour in advance, as long as you can enter a state where you can "escape" at any time faster, even if it is painful, he can tolerate it.

"Ha...ha...ha...ha...ahhhh...uh!"

The moment he took a step, the idiot's steps softened and his body couldn't help but kneel down. Seeing this scene, Toran immediately walked up behind him. But when he reached out to support the idiot, he hesitated for a moment.

The idiot leaned against the wall, gasping.

The sunset pulled his shadow longer, and the sweat floating on his forehead also contrasted with the sunlight and emitted a slight luster.

Toran stood there, watching the idiot gasping there, and also looked at him... After experiencing some breathing, he straightened his knees again, took another step, stepped on the golden carpet, facing the sun, and walked upwards.

At this moment, Toran looked at the idiot's back. He looked at, looked at...he smiled.

"You are really different from your former master."

Toran walked up and walked side by side with the idiot. His light blue eyes looked at the very peaceful street, which was sparsely populated but very peaceful, and said slowly.

The idiot ignored him and continued to support his legs and walked upwards hard.

"Among your former masters, after learning about my identity, every one of them will try every means to kill me and let me fulfill my responsibilities. However, you are the first one. After so long, you have not had the idea of ​​killing me."

Toran turned his head, staring at the idiot who was still not responding, but was just trying to move his feet upward. Looking at the idiot who was so focused, Toran shrugged and smiled comfortably again.

"Ah~~~ Actually, when you think about it carefully, Master, you hardly asked me to do anything. During this period, the more orders you issued to me were instead of how to intercept the soldiers of the Bucks, so that I could protect the Imperial Empire in the best of my ability. For this, Master, I really thank you... Thank you, Master."

The autumn wind blew across the slope, rolling up the fallen leaves on the ground and flying in the air. At the same time, it also blew up the long blue hair of Toran, making the soil still stuck to his hair exude a fresh smell.

Is it because I feel the freedom of the wind? Or is it because I feel the comfort of life? Toran speeds up his pace and runs above the ramp, facing the gust of wind, untising the rope straps that tie their hair, allowing the long hair to fly freely in the wind. And he also closed his eyes, enjoyed the pleasure of breathing, and experienced...the joy of living.

"It's really good to be alive..."

The idiot was climbing up, Toran looked at the sunset and reached out to take care of his hair. Unconsciously, the smile on his face began to be mixed with a little sadness and a nostalgic expression appeared on his face.

"Although you hate the goddess, my master... I still want to thank God."

"She gave me life. Although it was short... but at least thirty years."

"In these thirty years, if I don't die, I can breathe, feel my heartbeat, and enjoy a certain degree of freedom. So... I'm really grateful to the goddess...and..."

Toran turned around and looked at the idiot who had come to him. The beautiful blue pupils... were already filled with tears.

"Master, thank you... Thank you... for allowing me to continue to 'live'... Thank you..."

The idiot glanced at Toran, supported his knees with his hands, and breathed in big mouthfuls. Although his legs were still shaking, he seemed to lose control at any time. But he forced himself to stand up and took a deep breath.

"I'm afraid of death."

"Why?"

Tolan was stunned for a moment, holding his long scattered hair, looking at the future demon king in front of him, shrouded in golden sunshine.

"So, I don't care whether you are a Death Knight or not. As long as you are a person and are afraid of death, it's normal."

After saying that, the idiot took another step and embarked on the road ahead. Toran, behind him, looked at the idiot's back and couldn't help holding his mouth. Two clear tears slowly flowed down. Seeing the idiot walking away, he wiped his tears and walked up quickly.

(no the same……)

(This time the owner... is different...)

(This time... the master will allow me to enjoy this short life, right?)

(The master will not kill me... I will wait until my life is burned out... and then call me...?)

"thank you……"

A gentle thank you sounded out of Toran's mouth again. Mixed with tears, he immediately went up, grabbed the idiot's arm, and said softly-

"Thank you...Master...I really like your generosity...Master..."

The idiot raised his head, Toran touched the idiot's black pupils, suddenly realized something, and quickly let go of the idiot's hand and jumped away, blushing, constantly shaking his hands: "No! No no! That... master, what I said like... doesn't mean that way! That... I don't have that kind of interest... Although the master may have that kind of interest... but... but the subordinate doesn't... that... what the subordinate said... is not that kind of like..."

The voice became lighter and lighter, and it can be seen that what the idiot said last time in a stage play left a considerable shadow in his heart.

Go down the slope and you will soon be able to arrive at the market. The idiot picked up the list in his hand and looked at what he needed to buy. But maybe it was because he had spent too much energy on going up the slope before. Now he couldn't even hold a piece of paper, but when the wind blew, the piece of paper flew away from his hands.

Toran jumped up, hugged the paper, and came to the idiot. The idiot looked at Toran, then looked at his hand that was still trembling slightly. He couldn't tell what he felt from his expression alone, was he unwilling to accept it? Or did he know that he couldn't move now, so he simply relaxed?

"Master, should I buy things for you, okay?"

Toran took the basket from the idiot's hand and smiled. After thinking about it, the idiot nodded. Toran smiled and helped the idiot walk into the market. He arranged for the idiot to sit down on a wooden barrel in front of the food store, and then walked in.

"Boss, come 500 grams of wheat flour, a bottle of cheese sauce, a small bag of salt. Oh, and three bottles of chili sauce."

"Okay! Little girl, take it~~~!"

The shop owner smiled and put the thing into a paper bag, handed it to Toran's arms. Toran blushed and muttered softly: "Boss, you've made a mistake...I'm not a little girl..."

The shop owner looked at the idiot sitting outside, seemed to have woken up something, and smiled and said, "Oh, I'm really sorry, madam. Hello! That guy! Your newlywed wife is really beautiful~~~! Please come to the shop more often in the future!"

The idiot turned around and looked at the store owner with cold eyes. Tolan was already blushing to the base of his neck, and quickly bowed to the store owner, ran out with his stuff in his arms.

"That...master, I hope you don't mind...members...really...that..."

Toran held the idiot and walked slowly on the street. He blushed and tried hard to explain. However, the idiot always had a gloomy face and said nothing.

After talking for a long time, Toran saw that the idiot had no reaction and gradually stopped talking. He just supported the idiot and continued to walk on the road to the next store...

"ah."
To be continued...