Chapter 112 – Chapter 107 – Temptation (1)

Time for the hot sunlight right after lunch to fade little by little.
Hernán wiped the sweat from his forehead and looked at the timbers on the floor.

Ingredients made by cutting the whole tree as inconspicuously as possible with permission from Silnia.
Almost done, now I just need to make a groove to assemble.

Hernán marked the place to cut with the dagger he had prepared in advance, estimating the size of the finished product.
It will probably be quite large when finished.

It seems that it was a wise decision to put the materials in the garden in advance in case the finished product is too large or too heavy to move.

“Wow!”

Then a loud noise came from the side.
Hernan hurriedly inserted the dagger into his waist and turned his head towards the sound.

“Let’s go!”

There, Sharpie’s eldest daughter, Ella, was wandering around with the children who could walk.

There is no particular factor that will hurt the children, but if they fall and even rub their skin, they will burst into tears.

Hernán tried to open his mouth to warn him in advance.
However, his actions were blocked by the approaching crowd.

“Hey! I can’t walk well because I’m full, so go slowly!”

“… Sylnia?”

Originally, Silnia, who should have been relaxing, was walking diligently while holding her son.
Hernán hurriedly grabbed Silnia’s arm and pointed at her swollen belly.

“What are you doing? If you move that fast, the kid in the boat will be startled.”

“Uh?”

As Silnia caught Hernán, she stopped, wiping the sweat from her forehead.
Then the child in Silnia’s arms shouted in a slightly excited voice.

“Mom, quickly!”

“Now, hold on!”

Silnia looked at Ella, who stopped and waited, and spoke quickly.

“Hernan! Now my son wants to follow Sharpie’s daughter around here? So let it go.”

“No, then ask me.”

Hernan was in a hurry to hand over her child.
But Silnia stuck out her tongue and backed away from her.

“With barely walking. I should rather walk this much because the fetus is healthy? And since my son likes me better, I just keep calm.”

Silnia followed Ella without time to stop.
Sharpie’s daughter smiled broadly and started running back to the flower field across the street.

“Are you lively?”

Before I knew it, Sharpie was approaching Hernán.
She was shaking her rattle while holding her second child.
Up to that point, it was fair to say that she was a good mother looking after her child.

“Sharpie… What are you thinking?”

“Huh?”

The only problem is that she has a cat ear headband on her head and a long cat tail hanging down her skirt.

“The tail you just hung down. You put that in there.”

Sharpie replied in a tone that she smirked and said she didn’t understand.

“I can not hear well? Where’s the tail?”

Hernan glanced around.
Coincidentally, the side where Sharpie stands on her side is obscured by the wood he has erected and her chaise longue, and is hidden from view by others.

“Hick!”

Sharpie was startled when Hernán suddenly grabbed her skirt.

“Bah, foul…”

Ignoring the sharpie that twinkled in her heart eyes, I tugged at her soft furry tail.

Then she wiggled it around to see where the tail was coming from.
As expected, it is a form that emerges from the middle of her hips.

“Hey, eh, Hernan! It’s about educating children… I’m sorry!”

Hernán whispered as he tucked his tail in again.

“Put some of these on your hips and don’t walk around during the day.”

“Oh, kids like it…”

“You can just show your original tail!”

This time I grabbed the sharpie’s real tail sticking out of her skirt with my other hand.
The Sharpie hurriedly covered her mouth with her empty hand and made her tremble.

Hernán continued her whisper as she nudged her favorite places.

“Not enough regularity? Then I will go to my room today or tomorrow.”

“That, it’s not like that… I just tried it. And she’s gotten a lot better at el? It stimulates my favorite places at once.”

“You know how often we slept? Of course you will find out.”

Saying that, she tucked her fake tail back in.
The dream horse Sharpie groaned once more and leaned her horn on Hernán.

The so-called ona scepter that wrapped around her horns was a little worn, but still soft and didn’t sting or sting from the sharp horns.

Sharpie murmured, gently picking up the front of her skirt to keep it from getting wet.

“Is it? Well, we’ve been mingling for a really long time.”

Sharpie strangely rubbed her horn against Hernán’s chest in a friendly way, and she stayed like that for a while.

“Can’t you smell the sweat?”

Hernán pushed her away, remembering that her body was drenched in sweat.
However, the demon king sniffed her and tried to hug her more.

“Rather good…”

The sharpie was still pressed against Hernán’s body, and she seemed to be trying to get the sweat on her body again.
While Hernan felt strange about the action, she pointed at one place with her eyes twinkling.

“But what are you making now?”

Hernán looked at the wood he had been working hard on since earlier.
The Demon King looked at Hernan with her bright eyes and asked a question.

“Are you trying to make furniture or something?”

Hearing those words, Hernán looked at her empty space.

The night I questioned the saintess and the realm of wishes.
The place where the black space opened by the Demon God floated.

She answered softly as she involuntarily untied her face, which was about to harden.

“I will make the table.”

“Table?”

Sharpie looked at the wooden boards lined up with interest.

While she was looking through it, Hernán remembered what the Demon God had told him.

Serve yourself in this garden.
Then I will easily make your wish come true.

If he followed that suggestion, what Hernán should be making now would be an altar, not a table.

But instead of an altar for her drinking, he decided to build a table for her family.

“This is the only place where the sun shines. Everyone likes it here, and the environment is good, so I decided to eat here from time to time.”

“Is it like a picnic?”

“Perhaps.”

“And! I really wanted to do something like that with my family!”

The Sharpie was serious, her real tail twitching and staring at her lumber.
Seeing that, Hernan slightly brought up a question he hadn’t intentionally asked before.

“Your parents… Will he be waiting for you?”

“… Parents of this body?”

“Yes, your parents. My family and I won’t think it’s strange if I die, because I and everyone else went on a dangerous adventure in the first place. There are quite a few people who have no family at all. But you?”

The Demon King went missing after living well in the Demon Castle.
Aside from her demon state being overturned, her parents might be worried about her.

“My parents…”

Sharpie isn’t the type to talk about his past.
She rarely mentions her work, especially before she became the Demon King.

Of course, the same goes for parents.
Actually, it’s a bit strange to ask a dreamer about her parents.

But Hernán waited, hoping to hear the answer to his question.
Sharpie replied slowly.

“Mongma is usually born and raised in shared foster care, so you don’t know who her parents are. That goes beyond dream demons and is the rule of the entire demon tribe.”

“All demons?”

“Yes… There could be complicated issues related to blood ties, so I’m trying to keep my parents from knowing. After all, demons who came out after having sex with a dream horse will always be born, so if you entrust them to co-parenting right away, you will never know who your parents are.”

Sharpie seemed a bit reluctant to speak, but she soon responded with a bright smile on her face.

“But we are a race full of love, right? I never grow up lacking in affection!”

The demon king deliberately waved the cat ears on his head to attract Hernan’s attention.

“Besides, since the Demon God is the parent of all of us demons, there is no problem!”

Hearing those words, Hernán felt her stomach queasy.

“Do all demons think of demons like that?”

“Huh! That’s right, unlike your human gods, the Demon God created us directly. So maybe I’m more attached to it?”

Sharpie’s face was covered with a smile.

Does she know that demons don’t care about demons’ souls?

How would she react if she found out about the demon who told her to use a wish ticket if she wanted to save Jung’s soul?

She still hasn’t said that she wrote the Holy Maiden’s Wishes for Sharpie, Silnia, and Karine.

Of course, Potty could have told Sharpie, but she shut it down.
And if Potty had mentioned her right to wish, there certainly was no way Sharpie wouldn’t have said anything.

So obviously Sharpie doesn’t know yet.

“Hernan!”

Just as Sharpie looked at Hernan, who was silent, with her puzzled eyes, Marina’s voice came from her entrance.

“Saint?”

As the saintess approached, the demon king slightly backed away.

“Is our lustful saintess here?”

A small voice Marina couldn’t hear.
Hernan looked at the saintess with a bitter smile.

She was wearing a peacetime priestly uniform.
Unlike the clothes worn for battle or adventure, the clothes that were flattered were now quite different in shape.

“You have a lot of trouble making things like this while taking care of the children.”

The saintess said that and handed her a drink.
Instead of receiving it right away, Hernan glanced at the saintess’ clothes.

Even her breasts and hips, which were deliberately made to stand out by tightening her waist, are still not very different from their original appearance.
Because the saintess’ chest and buttocks were so developed that she was emphasized no matter what she wore.

However, the repairs to her leg were quite unconventional.

“Did the saintess fix this herself?”

“Yes. She mended it with scissors and thread in the warrior’s special room.”

At the sharpie’s question, the saintess blushed slightly and grabbed her leg.

“Hiding everything and revealing only one area… Do you know anything, saint? I can watch and learn.”

As Shafi said, her clothes covered the whole body, but she was boldly revealing one area.

That’s the leg.
It was only the side of her left leg.

The clergyman’s uniform, torn from her feet to just below her left hips, seemed to disappear whenever her legs moved.

Little by little, the lower part of the buttocks was visible, so it was absolutely not something a priest would wear.

As if she noticed Hernán’s gaze, the saintess smiled shyly but coyly.

“Hey, Hernan? Aren’t you going to have a drink?”

Hernán hurriedly took his eyes off his priestly uniform and received the water bottle.
While he was drinking the fragrant tea, Marina secretly took out a handkerchief from her pocket.

“You sweat a lot. You’re going to cook with me soon… How about taking a quick wash before that?”

Marina wiped the sweat from Hernán’s forehead and neck with the handkerchief she made.

Seeing that, Sharpie giggled.

“Oh… She is also a saintess. Calm down a man who is struggling Full of mercy.”

For some reason, it doesn’t sound like an ordinary word.
It might sound a bit obscene.

And the word saint is the title that is the furthest away from lewdness.

Marina, who had been silently wiping Hernán’s sweat, wrinkled her brow slightly.

“You’ve done a lot of that, haven’t you?”

“… Me?”

“Yes. You, the dreamer Sharpie. Calming a man who is struggling…”

For a moment, both Hernan and Sharpie were silent.
A short but intense shock.

“You must be much better than me, so why don’t you try it yourself? Because I have little experience.”

Saying so, the saintess put her handkerchief in.
Sharpie followed her saintess only with her eyes, as if her speechlessness had not yet been resolved.

Because of this, Hernan had to open his mouth in a hurry.

“Holy Lady! I was just about to go down to wash because I was sweating so much. Would you like to go down with me?”

“Great. Let’s go together.”

She answered immediately and grabbed Hernán’s arm.

“Let’s go, Hernan.”

Hernan moved after her saintess, but turned her head to look at her sharpie.

She was slowly recovering from her shock, and had a strange eye smile.