Chapter 157 – Chapter 151 – Until the New Queen Comes (3)

When Una, who had not been able to sleep until the very end, went to bed, Hernán opened the pocket of his waistband.

“Wait a minute.”

The dream horse in front of him was like a puppy waiting for its master, her eyes gleaming and her tail wagging.

“The night is long, so I’ll wait for you.”

After pouring out all the mana stones on the table in the Sharpie room, Hernán began to write the number and type of mana stones on the paper he had prepared in advance.

Write down the characteristics of each mana stone and number them sequentially.
When the mana stone list written in Hernan’s handwriting was completed, he once again compared the mana stone with the contents on the paper.

Now, you can use this to check that there is no change in the mana stone every day before going to bed.

If this is the case, even if someone secretly steals the mana stones, you can quickly figure out that there has been a change in the number.

“I wish I could have gotten one in a bigger size. Then L won’t have to bother with such a thing.”

When Sharpie said that he was working hard, Hernán smiled bitterly.
One of the reasons this is necessary is that there is a risk that a woman who can use magic like a sharpie will steal the mana stone.

That’s why Hernán dares to do this in front of the demon king is a kind of warning.
It means that you should not even try to steal the mana stone.

Of course, it also hints that the other person is suspicious, so it wouldn’t be a very pleasant situation for the sharpie.
But she didn’t reveal any of her displeasure.

He just fixed his eyes on the magic stone Hernán picked up last.

“The shape of a blue-white pearl…”

The magic stone that Sharpie intended to gift to Karine.
Among the mana stones provided by the Demon God, it is the smallest.

Considering that generally the higher the size, the higher the quality, so it’s probably not a very valuable mana stone.
Considering its fine shape, it would be more valuable as a gem.

“Isn’t it pretty?”

After completing the list, when Hernan looked at the magic stone, the demon king smiled.

“It feels pretty and arrogant. Even so, a strange color lingers. Isn’t it more like seeing a beautiful woman rather than a jewel?”

She looked at Hernán’s eyes and said happily.
If given time, it seemed that many praises would continue to be added to this magic stone.

“Sorry.”

Sharpie’s mouth slowly closed at Hernan’s apology.
She stared at Hernán with heart eyes quivering.

“Are you sorry? What do you mean?”

Sharpie keeps getting his eyes on the bluish-white mana stone.
She seemed to suspect that Hernan’s apology had something to do with this magic stone.

As expected, this magic stone has a close relationship with the demon king of the past.

However, Hernán’s apology was not about this magic stone.

“To keep showing the mana stone and letting them use it. That’s what you’re sorry for.”

“Huh?”

For an instant, Sharpie’s face became puzzled.
Sharpie is quick to understand, but she seems to be reacting like this because she’s focused on the bluish-white magic stone.

Seeing that expression that is not often seen, Hernán continued her words.

“Aren’t all these mana stones artificially created?”

“Ah… Are you saying you’re sorry for putting the corpse of a demon in front of you?”

“It’s about the same.”

The demon king smiled while covering his mouth with his tail.

“Then shall we hold a funeral?”

Saying that, she fixed her eyes on the magic stone on the table.
In contrast, Hernan fixed his eyes on the demon king’s face.

“Do you want to?”

Even if the sharpie said he wanted to, it would be difficult to hold a formal funeral.

Cremation is difficult because the mana stone does not burn, and it is difficult to light a fire separately due to the closed facility environment.
I don’t want to believe that they would do that, but the store could also be robbed by someone.

Instead, a simple funeral ceremony that would ease Sharpie’s mind would be possible.

“Sharpy, if you want, even a simple ceremony in front of the demon god’s altar…”

Hernan, who was mentioning the demon god’s altar, slurred his words.
The last time I wrote a wish ticket with Marina.

At that time, the demon informed them that they were not responsible for the souls of demons.
But is it meaningful to hold a funeral for a demon in front of that god?

After all, it was the demon god who gave this, the corpse of a demon.
Did the demon god steal this thing from a graveyard or something?

In this thought, Hernán chose her words for a moment, and then Sharpie gently opened her mouth.

“There are differences between races, but demons usually wear makeup. That’s how we leave only the magic stone and store it in the urn.”

She scanned the mana stones that brilliantly reflected light with her eyes.

“Maybe… These must have gone through the same process. So, there is no need for additional funerals.”

Even as she said that, the Sharpie was still staring at her power stone, especially the bluish-white power stone she had shown her interest in.

“Even demons use magic stones when the situation is urgent. If it was a precious relationship, I would carry it around like an accessory…”

“So you’re saying don’t be afraid to use it?”

Hernan asked while rolling the magic stone in his hand.
Sharpie paused for a moment, then nodded her head.

“If that is the king’s will.”

“You mean you’re going to do whatever the king here wants?”

The bluish-white magic stone was completely held in her hand, preventing the sharpie from seeing it.
Only then did she raise her head and look at Hernán.

Not the melancholic and fragile appearance he showed a little while ago, but a strong and unconcerned appearance like a demon king.

“That Sharpie is Your Majesty’s faithful concubine, so it’s natural, right?”

She returns to her usual sharpie mood.
The slightly gloomy dreamer from a while ago seems to be just a dream.

“If you wish, His Majesty has now in her hands…”

She involuntarily paused her words.
However, she quickly continued speaking naturally.

“Shall I heal His Majesty’s waist with that mana stone?”

Hernán did not look in the direction the demon king’s finger was pointing.
Instead, he looked straight into the eyes of the dream horse Sharpie.

He read a very faint reluctance.

“This magic stone.”

Hernán held out the one, which was smaller than half the size of her fingernail, so that the demon king could easily see it.
Sharpie’s eyes widened.

“Isn’t it too small? It must be a bit lacking for magic.”

The magic expert here is Shafi, not Hernan.
However, Hernán spoke as if he knew how much magic this magic stone had.

“Don’t cause an accident by using magic with insufficient magic power, let’s use another magic stone.”

“Then what about it?”

Sharpie tried to look at Hernán instead of the table.

“What are you going to do with that magic stone?”

Even though she said that this side should go smoothly, she revealed her obsession with the magic stone.

Had she ever seen a Sharpie who wanted something so desperately?
I feel a different sensation.

“Can you be honest with me?”

So Hernán brought up a slightly different subject for her.

“This blue-white magic stone. Is it from an acquaintance of yours Sharpie?”

The answer doesn’t come right away.
Sharpie just looked at Hernan and the magic stone with an expressionless face.

“Sharpy, when you first came here.”

Hernán continued her speech instead of the unanswered sharpie.

“I refuted Silnia’s request to get the magic stone from you. The dream magic stone is too small to use proper magic.”

“… That’s right.”

“Then is this the magic stone of your own people?”

Instead of holding it in his hand now, Hernán placed it carefully on a piece of paper.

It’s like handling something valuable.

If this is from a dreamer that Sharpie knew, then it needs to be treated with respect.

The demon king, who watched the action with a frown, finally nodded his head.

“That’s right. It belongs to a dreamer who has known this body for a long time.”

As expected, this belonged to a dreamer that Sharpie knew.

Then, should I just ask and tell Carine to give it to me as a gift?
In fact, if you know this far, there is no need to dig further.

Somehow, it doesn’t look like Sharpie herself will be able to use this magic stone, and Karine can’t use her magic.
You don’t have to carry on a difficult conversation by talking about Sharpie’s dead acquaintance.

Rather, talking about it could hurt the other person’s mood, so it would be better to treat his back.

“What kind of relationship was it?”

However, Hernán pushed the paper with the magic stone on it toward the Sharpie and asked a question.

“Were you and that dreamer close?”

Shafikara Pagan.
A dreamer and the first elected demon king.
And here, she is a woman of the concubine class who had a relationship with Hernan and gave birth to her child.

This is all Hernan knows about her.
Other than that, at most, only the work experience as a demon king that Sharpie occasionally told me about.

Seeing Sharpie deliberately avoiding mention of the past as much as possible, Hernan also did not ask about the past as much as possible.
After all, if we knew about the dreamer’s past, awkward things might happen to each other.

But I wanted to know more deeply.
The inside of this secret woman who cannot be known just by mixing her body or simply being next to her for a long time.

Sharpie raised her magic stone with a calm expression.
She hesitated for a moment, then she let out a deep sigh.

“There’s nothing good about this…”

It’s hard to know what that means.
But it is certain that she is hesitating.

Hernan looked at her and said slowly.

“Do you want to deepen your relationship with me?”

“… The owner of this magic stone was my secretary.”

Sharpie smiled bitterly.

“We met at the Dream Demon Training Center. She was just about to hit her first menarche. She has been with me almost all the time since then.”

She continued, rolling her magic stone in her hand.

“She had a very different personality from me, but she said we got along well. She respected him as well as me, and I cared for him.”

Sharpie’s story was not very detailed.
However, thanks to her hazy voice tracing her past, the feelings she felt were conveyed relatively clearly.

“Even after becoming the Demon King, this body is the only subordinate and family I trust… How about a dreamy family? Anyway, we were really close!”

Her longing and joy are conveyed from her self-deprecating smile.

“Then one day…”

The demon king’s words, which had continued happily, became dull little by little.

“Then one day?”

“As you can see by looking at this magic stone, she died in an accident.”

“Accident?”

“Huh. Accident.”

Her eyes lose focus.
Emotions are also almost killed, so there is no readable information.

I could only guess that the accident must have been devastating.

“So I enshrined it in the tomb of the demon king…”

The magic stone that I carefully stored is here.
If so, something happened to the castle to the extent that something happened to the tomb, or the devil was viciously robbing.

Either way, it would be hard for Sharpie to accept.

The moment Hernan opens her mouth to comfort her.

“But thanks to the Demon God’s arrangement, we met like this? Also!”

The Sharpie smiled at her as she held her magic stone in her hand.

“As expected, the demon god is amazing? You know that I don’t have any acquaintances here, and you give me these benefits.”

“Sharpie.”

Hernán pulled her chair and moved to Sharpie’s side.

“You don’t have to forcefully hide your feelings… Town!”

Sharpie’s soft lips touch this side.
She took advantage of Hernán’s back pain and unilaterally pushed him onto her bed.

“Isn’t Hernan here for the purpose of regular replenishment?”

Hernan was silent and looked at the sharpie.
She squinted her eyes and put her index finger on the corner of her mouth.

“Shh. It’s time for sex.”

So close.
Because it was time to know more about her.

But Hernán read her pain in the enchantingly shining heart eyes of the sharpie.

That’s why Hernán decided not to bother her any more.

“If possible, I’d like to cast a healing spell on my waist first.”

“Of course!”

Sharpie picked up her magic stone, which she wore during the day.
She then began to use her mana abundantly and her body trembled.

“If your back heals, it will be more intense. You need to have sex with this body more often.”

“Okay.”

Hernán felt her lower back heat up.
Typical healing magic effect.

He thought about the cure and hugged the dreamer.

“If my back gets better. So, if we are given more time.”

Sharpie approached Hernán’s mouth and met her eyes.
Looking at the heart eyes filled with love, Hernán spat out the last words before kissing her.

“Deep with me. And talk about each other more often.”

To make her believe in her.
Hernán omitted that word.

And the dreamer side also omitted the answer.
Just kiss intimately.