Chapter 185 – Chapter 178 – I Hear Knocking (4)

The garden was quiet when everyone was asleep.
The moonlight was also shining softly, so I even felt like a painting.

“It is beautiful.”

It seemed to be the same with the demon Sharpie.

“Shall we lie down in our flower garden? Isn’t Ernan dizzy right now anyway?”

As if she had been dragged halfway through the garden, the sharpie actively moved her body under the moonlight.

“Don’t go to the center.”

In contrast, Hernán moved as closely as possible to the outer wall of the garden.

The more you go to the center of the garden, the more confused your vision is, so it’s a necessary action for your safety.
But the sharpie snarled as if he didn’t like the behavior.

“Do you want me and my body to come to such a secluded and pleasant place at night and do nothing?”

“You said you were going to talk.”

Hernan answered bluntly and arrived at a place that was as messy as his vision.

There were piles of chairs and tables he stopped making before.

“Devil! Come and sit here.”

At least there were two finished chairs.
I tried to set up a table, but it wasn’t made yet, so I couldn’t stand it properly.

“Huh… It’s not bad to bathe in the moonlight next to each other.”

The Sharpie continued to approach, talking about other non-conversational actions.

At first glance, it seems fun, but it feels awkward.
Hernán felt the strange sensation and tried to fix her eyes on Sharpie.
But sight did not return easily.

It’s like this even though it’s located near the entrance far from the center.

After all, just waiting quietly won’t solve it.
Should we try the method Marina said?

“Voila!”

Hernan, who was thinking of another woman, was taken aback by the sudden disappearance of his vision.

“What are you doing? Not even kids, get your hands off your eyes.”

Hernán said a little annoyed, but Sharpie smiled and touched his face.

“How is it? Does this make you less dizzy?”

“Sit down!”

“No!”

The demon king continued to laugh and placed the back of Hernán’s head on his chest.

“Won’t you stay like this? It’s been too long since we’re alone together.”

Hernán, who was about to shout that he hadn’t had a regular supply recently, shut his mouth for a moment.

Come to think of it, it’s been a long time since I’ve been alone with the demon king like this.
Especially if it’s not on the bed, but in a garden like this.

“Sit down. If the kids wake up and find out we’re gone, they’ll be embarrassed.”

However, Hernán did not want to waste time in this way.

As soon as Potty wakes up, she will have a lot of information pouring out of her mouth.
If so, you don’t know when and how the situation will change, and what other plans this dream horse will come up with.

“Would you please take your hand off and sit down? Should I take it off myself?”

However, even though Hernán had told him to stop several times, the Sharpie did not respond, only stroking Hernán’s body with his tail.

“Sharpie! Stop when people say…”

“Huh.”

Sharpie’s hand moved away from Hernán’s eyes.
The soft moonlight is the first thing Hernan sees, and he sees the woman’s face shining in the moonlight.

“Thank you for calling me by name.”

“What?”

“Recently, you only called me the Demon King?”

Slightly wavy black hair.
White skin that shines bright white.
Dark lips as if painted red.

And.

“And now you look into my eyes?”

The heart eyes that only the dreamer had, here only Shafikara and her children, drew Hernán’s gaze.

“… Sit down.”

Hernán’s vision quickly turned.
Perhaps it happened automatically because of the confusion of vision that only occurs in the garden.

At least Hernan decided to think so.

“Are you ashamed? We mixed bodies hundreds of times and made three children?”

Shafi, still laughing, faced Hernán and she sat on his lap.
She reached out her hand and held Hernán’s face tightly.

Of course, even if she gave her strength, she only felt weak to Hernán.
However, Hernán’s head moved as the dreamer led him.

“Because this is so.”

As the sharpie’s voice draws closer, the faces of the two draw closer.
Soon, no matter how jumbled my vision was, all I could see was Sharpie’s face.

“It seems to be dating.”

At those words, Hernán felt her throat choke.
It wasn’t that I didn’t have anything to say.

On the contrary, there was so much to say that it was almost overloaded.

He said, “Don’t you know that I called you to talk, from stop coming down?”

They say that even a dreamer knows what love is.

Aren’t you tired of trying to change the subject this way?

“You Sharpie now.”

However, the words that came out of Hernan’s throat were absurd even to his own feelings.

That’s because he’s talking about what he saw for a moment.

“Did you know that your face turned red?”

That was completely unplanned.

“… Know.”

Her cheeks and forehead illuminated by the moonlight.
Her nose and ears were already stained red.

“Can’t we stay like this, El?”

Her original reason for coming up with the sharpie was to chat with her about her magic.
It’s not for sex like now.

No, isn’t it sex?

“Until we get out of here…”

Hernán looked at her eyes as they happened to meet, and he got the feeling that she really wanted to stay like this.

No kisses, no sex.
A simple situation where you just fill your pupils with the image of the other person while holding each other.

Dreamma Shafika wanted that.

Hernán felt a conflict for a short but long time with that special request.

After a moment of confusion, Hernán opened his mouth somewhat heavily.

“Come down.”

He opened her mouth, carefully pushing her demon king away.

“It is late. I’m not good enough to talk.”

Sharpie stood up in Hernán’s arms without much resistance.

“Is it too late…”

She murmured briefly and let out a faint laugh.
Then she put her chair close to Hernán.

“What did Potty tell you?”

Sitting down, she continued to ask questions in a soft voice.

“Did I tell you about El Murray’s magic?”

As expected, the demon king knew why Hernan had called him.

Hernán opened her mouth, thinking she was lucky that the conversation didn’t go too far.

But again, her words did not come easily.

“… Okay.”

Hernan, who managed to bring her words out before an awkward atmosphere spread between the two, felt regret.

The moonlight-soaked time that had just happened was over, and now it was time for a cold conversation immersed in the shadows.

“Forty said he wanted to thank you.”

Hernán continued his words, catching up with his dizzy mind as much as his vision.

“For saving yourself.”

“Okay? After all, Potty is a magic expert…”

At Sharpie’s words, Hernán quickly opened his mouth.

“Does that mean you really did use magic?”

“With this mouth?”

Perhaps the sharpie pointed to her own lips.
But now, Hernan is in a state where he can’t see where he wants.

“Side!”

The Sharpie, noticing that, made a loud noise with her mouth, emphasizing her own lips.
When the sound was over, Hernan said immediately.

“You kissed me lightly before Forty cast analysis magic on me. Did he use magic then?”

“That’s right. It was so hard to forcibly squeeze the mana out of this body. And I was lucky.”

“Lucky?”

Hernan reacted sharply to Shafi’s words.

“In what ways are you lucky?”

“Well?”

Certainly now she was speaking with a feeling more like a Demon Lord than Sharpie, more like a politician.

“This body almost lay down instead of Forty, what is it?”

For a moment, his gaze passed Sharpie’s face.
She was smiling brightly.

According to her experience, a sharpie with a smile like that doesn’t go deeper.

So, Hernán chewed over what Sharpie had said for a moment before laughing.

Lie down instead of potty.
I was lucky.
Sharpie used magic, and thanks to that, Potty came to life.

Combining this with Potty’s trap magic and what she said while talking to Karine.

As a result, strange questions popped up in his head.

“Shafikara.”

“Huh.”

The dreamer’s voice darkened a little.
Hernán opened his mouth, choosing his words carefully.

“Do you know about that?”

“What are you talking about?”

“That a baby in its mother’s womb can hear stories. They say you can even perceive what your mother sees to some extent?”

There was silence for a moment.
However, the demon king immediately raised a lively voice.

“Really? It’s not even magic, so how is that possible?”

Hernan and Sharpie exchanged conversations about the method of prenatal education that Marina had previously taught them.

Of course, it was more of a small talk that was neither very special nor useful to the two of them, who had already had several children.

Hernan said in passing, with a natural smile on her lips.

“Maybe all the children in your Sharpie body have heard everything we’ve been saying. Is not it?”

“Is it? I heard and saw…”

As she paused her words, Hernán’s eyes turned to Sharpie’s entire body.

The demon king with a lively voice was not laughing.
His tail was also shaking violently.

But she did not let her words stretch too far.

“Hernan is right. All of our kids would have watched and listened well.”

Through an unexpected conversation between the two, Hernan came to a conclusion.

The demon god receives what she sees and hears through the demon king Shafikara.

Creepy.
And I tasted betrayal and gratitude at the same time.

Resolving that confused feeling, Hernán quickly accepted the words.

“Are you worried? What you said or what you saw. I want all of our children to watch and learn.”

“What! Does that mean that prenatal education in this body is not good?”

“I don’t want the fact that the accident on my mother’s side was too lewd had an impact.”

Sharpie giggled at Hernan’s words.
And waggled her tail.

“Isn’t that it? Our children are innocent!”

Aren’t you even reading Sharpie’s thoughts?

Hernán continued her thoughts, assuring her that Sharpie had understood.

I’ve felt it for a long time, but demons are not neutral spectators.
In other words, the conflict and birth of mortals trapped here.
All of that is no mere play.

He is rather a conductor.
A director who meticulously coordinates all of this and leads it to the desired goal.

One of the purposes, as already assumed by the personnel here, is to acquire the divine power of the Demon God.
The remaining goals are still unknown, but the Demon God is advancing toward all of them without hesitation.

They didn’t randomly select people for that, and they didn’t let them in here without any countermeasures.

“It is pure…”

On Hernan’s head, sexual desire stimulation magic wearing a mask of sexual desire suppression magic.
Even the traps are covered so that they cannot be easily solved.

And for the demon king in front of him, visual and auditory transmission magic.

The Demon God was accompanied by a messenger who would deliver information even in the garden, which was difficult for him to observe.

“L…”

Hearing Sharpie’s voice, Hernán raised his head.
Of course, the shape of Sharpie was not caught in the dizzy vision.
Instead, through the glass on the ceiling, I could only see the moon hidden by dark clouds.

“How long have we been talking? I think we even talked about the part where Forty happened…”

Hernan didn’t answer and bit his lip.

Not everyone came here knowing nothing.
If so, how much did the demon king know about?

That he simply has to have a baby?
Or information about everyone who will come here?

Maybe all of the devil’s plans?

“What exactly did Potty say anyway? Didn’t he say that the dangerous magic was installed by Carine?”

Rather, from what you just said, could the demon have noticed the sharpie’s secret leak?
I tried to hold on to the small talk for as long as possible, but I wonder if it was a bit hasty questioning.

Besides, seeing as Sharpie waggled her tail, it was clear that her behavior was not something that would please the demon god.

“Hey El?”

However, the Demon God would not harm her or her side in particular.
The Demon Gods still have a goal to wait until 6 people become 25 people.

It’s just a matter of going out.
The demon king, the warrior party, and all of his children.

“If you’re tired, stop going down and sleep…”

“L? Are you here?”

At that moment, both Hernan and Shafi were startled by the voice of another person.

“Karine?”

Sharpie’s reaction was a bit quicker than Hernan’s, who had trouble seeing.

“Why are you here?”

“What are you two doing here?”

Hernán hurriedly stood up as he heard Carine’s slightly locked voice.

Anyway, now I got large-scale information from Sharpie, and I can’t have more conversations in front of others.

“We were talking for a while.”

“Why don’t you come upstairs to the garden?”

In addition to being locked to see if she woke up, Karine’s voice had a thorn in it.
It seemed he didn’t like that Shapi and Hernán were alone in the garden.

“More than that, why did you not sleep at this time?”

“Because I usually don’t sleep well…”

Karine glanced at Hernan and Shafi, who had approached her as her words spilled.

“For something like that, you drool around your mouth?”

“Uh… ?”

Arriving at the entrance where she was standing, Hernan was able to gradually focus his gaze on Carine’s figure.
At Hernan’s point, Karine hurriedly rubbed her mouth and her face blushed.

“Carine? So why did she come?”

Sharpie asked this time.
Karine glanced over the condition of her dream horse’s clothes and relaxed her fierce gaze slightly.

“Everyone is up now.”

“Now? Why?”

Carine let out a deep sigh.

“Elf… Silnia is going crazy over hearing something.”

Hernan and Sharpie faced each other.
And at that moment, the dark clouds completely blocked the moonlight, and both of their faces were also plunged into darkness.

Sharpie turned her head awkwardly, and Hernán immediately opened her mouth.

“Let’s go. Elf ears must have heard something.”

Hernan woke up in the middle of the night and hurried down the stairs with Carine, who was annoyed.

Dreamma, who was about to follow them, stopped her on her feet before completely exiting the garden.

Shafikara gazed at the garden for a moment and murmured gloomily.

“I can’t do this…”

She hurriedly followed, taking her eyes off the chair in which Hernán was sitting.

“Go with me!”