Though Young People Recoil From Entering the Black Magic Industry, I Found Its Treatment of Employee

"You don't have to be a knee pillow in the future, so why don't you just cuddle up and sleep? I think that's how insomnia works out."

I'm not sure what they mean. No, it's a very simple request, so I know, but I guess that's a lot to start with. Yeah, not good.

"I'm not sure what they're saying"

"You're lying! I haven't said anything more complicated than I don't know."

I let go of my face just a little and Mary stared resentfully at me. She's like a shiny sister, pretty cute. That kind of trick is troublesome because it's originally pretty cute.

"If you're going to sleep with a hug, you can do it, right? I don't think it would interfere with your sleep. Besides, it's about win-win, right?

I thought you weren't a winner because I can just sleep normally, but it's a winner to be able to cuddle and sleep with a beautiful girl... But I don't think Mary is referring to that exactly.

"Um, let me be frank with you. I'm an old man, too. So sleeping in a hug with a girl can get a lot of murky like this. Well, I don't think my real sister would do anything about it, but it would be tough if I wolf one way or another..."

Unless you're an extremely young person, I think you're okay with that kind of hobbyist, but the way Mary looks is to the extent that it's not weird from a normal man or into a strike zone. According to the year decree, maybe fourteen or five years old.

For example, there are young men who want to hang out with girls in magic school or something, but I recognize them as paedophiles if they are girls' age, too, because of that.

So even if I were you, it would be like killing me alive, and if you put your hands on me, not only would Mary get mad at me, but I would even be afraid that the King's Capital would perish.

No matter how much, that would be unacceptable.

At least we have to sharpen that risk.

I'm a rational person, too, and I think I've lived my whole life without doing anything to hurt them. But maybe some days I'm drunk with booze...

Or even if I could put up with it, I might not be able to sleep wearing this one. All the time, if I can't sleep, it's bad for my health, and I can give it to work.

"You really say things like your brother everywhere..."

Mary, away from me, sat down in bed and let her legs hang out.

"I should have known you shouldn't have said what you thought too honestly... I haven't been able to study the womb at all."

Mary was laughing, but that was a very tired way of laughing. It's a long lived adult laugh. Mary will live long, but she doesn't look good in that.

"Something happened with your brother."

I stand before Mary sits. I felt I had to face it now.

"Yeah, actually, I couldn't sleep at all because of my straw nightmare."

"Your brother, the... is he dead?

Doesn't that mean you care about your brother so much?

"Yeah, your brother said, 'Pigeons in the Darker Underworld than Darkness,' and he's still doing fine in the Demon World,"

That, then, what's this obsession?

"Wow, you've actually told your brother how you feel about me..."

Shortly after I woke up, a bomb of this level came down.

"That's a forbidden love thing...?

Mary nods with a stiffness. It should be noted that Celia said, "Yikes! It burns! I just wanted to. Thakfully, it seems to be a tense topic.

"I was so serious about the wobble. With love, I thought I could get over it. But your brother left the soft spot. It's bad for my sister's education, so she said she wouldn't come any closer... He said he wouldn't see me until he found out he was in love with a decent man..."

Even the Demons have concepts like education and all that. Well, Celia's giving you this ladylike air if you like, and isn't that strange?

"I said something extra straw, so instead I left you and your brother... So, as soon as I think about your brother, I wake up with nightmares... I spread that nightmare, and it became known as" The Ancestor of Nameless Nightmares "..."

Mary was somewhat sentimental because she remembered the old days for me. I looked exactly like the girl I tore into my first love.

Me, I've never been comforted at a time like this, but still, I guess I'll have to say.

"Well, maybe it's odd to say this - but I don't think you need to regret it."

"What do you mean? You're going to regret this."

Mary turned to me with a grumpy face.

"So, do you think you're happy for not telling your brother how you feel all the time? Do you really think it's happier to keep your thoughts in your arms?

I looked into Mary's eyes and asked.

Mary looks like she's in a bad mood.

"You can't be... 'Cause then, there's no place for wobbles to be with your brother..."

So, I got the answer.

"It is. I just had to tell him how I felt, whether it was true or not! That's inevitable, so you can't help but regret it!

There is no right or wrong in love. Of course, I think there's a lot of love in there. But, because, when you like it, you just have to accept that's what it is. I can't do anything I don't like.

Mary had no choice from the start. If so, there's no point in worrying about it being over.

"So we should think about what's going to happen."

Now I went from myself to hugging Mary. I'm sitting posturely. It was enough to wrap Mary gently though.

Because I thought that was the best I could do right now.

"I'm not your brother, but if you look at me from that side, I may only be alive for a very short time, because I can do enough to hold you in place of your brother"

"Brother! Brother! Don't go anywhere anymore!

Pompous and Mary slapped me loosely in the chest, as she was impressed. Really loose. Otherwise, maybe because I'm dead. That's about as horrible a demon as it gets.

"Stay at the straw... Please..."

"If I may."

"Head, why..."

I was told to look at the ravens.

It was embarrassing, but it's awful to say no to that for a reason.

Why, why not?

A while later, "Phew," Mary exhaled, leaving me.

"Thank you, Franz. I'm feeling a little easier."

"If you can thank me for this, it's an easy one. I didn't do any great magic."

"Yeah, I feel awesome magic done to you. You're a great black wizard."

Mary laughed as she hung on.

"I knew once in a while I'd want to sleep in your arms. It's true that you can sleep safely."

"But, you know... killing alive is torture..."

As illuminated, Mary looked away a little.

"Then... I'll take a big look at you even if you're a wolf there... I don't know why not... just... Wasabi should be alive enough to multiply your life a hundred times..."

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