In an instant, Mili covered her mouth, and a feeling of wanting to cry filled her chest.

"But... Your Majesty, you are more concerned about... girls than female slaves? That...she..."

"She may be my teacher."

The idiot looked at the unreachable sand bird and said slowly—

"She may be the mentor who taught me sword skills. I encountered obstacles in practicing swords. I hope to find her and teach me swordsmanship."

Mili was stunned: "Just... that's it?"

“…What else do you hope.”

"No! No no! No! No! Nothing! Huh... nothing!"

For a moment, Mili suddenly felt very happy. She wiped away the tears from her face hard, looked at the boy who was facing her back, and looked at his thick shoulders, and his back worthy of support.

It turns out... Your Majesty is not a relationship with someone else... No, no! This... Your Majesty may have never paid attention to other girls other than bread! Sure enough... This time... Your Majesty is still the same.

Wipe away the tears, and the sand birds in the sky also swooped down with the roar, destroying a lot of buildings. But these are nothing to the honey pear, which is now full of joy.

"Then... Your Majesty, what are you going to do? Now."

The idiot looked at the sand bird far away from him and shook his head. If he was at close range, he could rush over in an instant and jump on the sand bird to attack. But at such a long distance...

"I want to kill this terrorist organization in front of my teacher. Unfortunately, I can't fly."

"Haha, Your Majesty, have you forgotten the female slave?"

A voice with a slight smile sounded from behind. The idiot turned his head and saw Mili's face full of happiness, holding her hands, standing behind her.

"……you."

"Yes, your majesty. You can ride a female slave..."

As soon as he said that, Mili seemed to realize that she had said the wrong thing. Her face, which was originally pretending to be calm, was immediately blushed, and she waved her hands and said, "No, no, no! The female slave... The female slave means... that... that... not the one who rides! Although... if His Majesty really wants to ride... the female slave... the female slave won't resist... it just hurts... it's very painful... Although it is Dilu Hagang... it is still... very afraid of the pain... especially... that place..."

The idiot's face was dark. What was this little female dragon who was unknown in depth and was still talking about at this time?

Mili covered her legs with her hands and kept twisting. It took her a long time before she came to her senses and noticed the idiot's eyes. At that moment, the girl was startled and immediately said: "Slave female...Slave female is saying! Your Majesty can...Carry female slave...to fight!"

"...you have recovered?"

“Yes…yes!”

“…Why did you recover when there were so few people who knew you.”

This is an idiot’s problem, a very important question. Why did Dilu Hagang, which uses "existence" as the medium, recover?

Mili knew the answer, but she didn't dare to say it. She just lowered her head, but kept secretly glancing at the idiot over there. Her mind was constantly recalling the little things she had lived with His Majesty the Demon King in the past three years, every day, every second, and the fragments of continuous life.

(Am I... a existence recognized by His Majesty as "must exist"?)

Mi Li pinched her skirt, her cheeks covered with a more beautiful blush than the sunset.

(It is no longer the "existence itself" in the past, but the "must exist" now... right? Your Majesty...)

It exists because of living together.

Because they have smiled together, they exist.

It’s not just a simple trust, but every bit of the past three years. It’s the little bread that holds her skirt and smiles, the dishes she cooks are eaten by idiots. It’s every day and every night. Whether it’s spring, summer, autumn, or winter.

Because it is all this, all the things in the woods... the bread, the Duran tree, the caterpillars on the leaves, the flowers and plants that have just grown, and...

idiot.

It is all this that makes her body heal...it can make her again...

Wow—

Spread out these tender but extremely eager to fly...

"Damn it! These... damn terrorist organizations have so many members?!"

Chris hid in some resistance groups and gasped with the survivors. Facing the surrounding sand walls and the sand birds flying over their heads, they were almost desperate.

The pencil pulled Shasha and hid. The girl's body was already covered in scars, but she still gritted her teeth and persevered. But she had no solution to the sand bird in the air without fighting in the air, and could only wave her fists unwillingly.

"Damn it, is the leader of this terrorist organization that powerful? But don't worry, Shaxia, I will definitely protect you!"

The battle continues.

But the situation of the battle seems to have been decided.

No one can have the ability to fly in the air to confront that monster.

Because humans cannot have wings, ordinary people will never fly into the sky.

So this time, this town is probably ruined.

So this time, everyone here seems to have to end up with a defeat.

so……

"howl--!!!"

Suddenly, a dragon roar came, shaking the clouds in the sky.

When everyone couldn't help but cover their ears, a huge black shadow suddenly rose up, slapped two black wings and pounced on the sand bird in the air!

What is that?

The pencil hugged Shasha and looked at him in surprise.

Chris also raised his head with everyone else and looked at the incredible scene.

That's... dragon?!

Black dragon—?!

And on the dragon... it seems that someone is still riding?

one person!!!
Chapter completed!