Sagon, who has lost his eyes and is physically crippled, has become much more docile, probably realizing that Evelyn is now the only person he can trust and rely on, and Evelyn senses that he seems to have developed an unusual dependence on himself.　　Sneaking Sagon in here wasn't a difficult task, despite Evelyn being a weak, feeble, unimpressive human in the eyes of the demons, she was still the Queen and no one could enter her room without her permission.　　But the problem is Sagon's food.　　Evelyn could of course generously share her food with Sagon, but what she ate was nowhere near enough for Sagon. What the badly wounded and unhealed imp needed was the flesh of more and more powerful demons, which would serve to replenish his strength and heal himself quickly as it were, or else he would have to rely on the much less efficient sleep.　　Without adequate feeding, Sagon's body shows no signs of improvement, his lost limbs are difficult to regenerate, and his body stays weak day

　　I will love you and always will.　　The expression on Izel's face was quite serious as she uttered those words.　　He would have been a man prone to seriousness, and would even have been a serious thinker of jokes, not that such a character was bad - in fact Evelyn found such a serious, proper Irzey rather amusing to tease - except that after very serious and rigorous thinking, Irzey still couldn't understand problems that ordinary people could understand.　　Hearing him say that, Evelyn thought about it and asked, "How long is 'forever'?"　　Perhaps Irzey took her question as a sign of the girl's uncharacteristically obvious uneasiness when it came to her feelings, and Irzey briefly pondered this for some time before gazing at her intently.　　Evelyn had always thought that his eyes were the best part of his entire body, and that was especially true when he was looking at her intently and wholeheartedly.　　Irzey replied, "Probably as long as my life."　　Evelyn let out an "oh" and said w

　　Evelyn is looking in the mirror, seriously brushing her hair.　　She turned her head sideways and ran a comb through the long, beautiful, soft, pale blonde hair, running her fingers through it as if she were caressing a river of gold.　　Once she had combed her hair, she began to braid it in a simple yet beautiful braid. She was skillful and dexterous, she hadn't helped pretty girls with their hair before when she was at the temple, and it didn't take long for the soft strands to intertwine with each other, the slightly curly crunchy hair hanging masterfully around her ears.　　She took a good look at the skin on her face in the mirror, pale, delicate and smooth, perhaps because she had adapted to living here, her face had regained some of its redness rather than all of its whiteness, and she looked in good spirits, or at least very healthy.　　Immediately after that, she stood a little farther away and examined the long dress she was wearing with the unique critical eyes of a girl - it

　　Agarez stared at her in silence; there was at least a never-ending moonlight in the eternal night of the Old Realm, but there was nothing in his eyes, and they were horribly dark.　　It wasn't really a request or a gesture of favor anymore, it was more like a bold invitation. Her fingers, her gaze, her eyes, her every move was carefully approaching and touching, and as long as she didn't get a strong refusal, she would give an inch.　　Agarez had no reason to refuse and wordlessly allowed her to approach.　　So Evelyn took out a clean handkerchief that had been soaked up with water and examined his body with eyes that were clearer than the river's water, and then wiped him with gentle, careful movements - the first thing Evelyn touched was his broad shoulders, and it only felt as if she were touching hard and cold rock, and the demon's body was probably It was like that, as if it were unapproachable steel.　　Agarez, however, had a beautifully defined and quite beautiful collarbone, and

　　Evelyn didn't make a sound, she just lay quietly in Agarez's arms, reaching out to stroke his cold, hard hair like a subtle, euphemistic intimacy.　　Agarez wrapped his arms around her with a little more force, exerting a pressure on her body that was hard to ignore without causing her pain. He inclined his face slightly so that her fingers could smoothly caress his pointed ears and elsewhere.　　Evelyn stared at the purple moon on the distant horizon and suddenly remembered something and asked softly, "Speaking of which ...... can I ask you something, Agarez?"　　Agarez nodded.　　"Baymont said Irzey ...... that the last demon your father saw in life was you," Evelyn remembered that Baymont had also said that Agarez had always been evasive on the subject, so she more cautiously tried, "Can you tell me what happened?"　　Evelyn whispered, "Though I am his queen, I have only seen projections of his consciousness in the human world, and know almost nothing about the real Irzey ...... Can y