Upon seeing the child picking up a handful of flowers from the basket and literally ‘throwing’ them, he quickly called over the lower wind spirits, the Sylphs, and ordered them to carry each and every petal to everyone.

At the king’s command, hundreds, thousands of Sylphs who had been floating around watching the blessing ceremony began to create a spectacle as they flew around holding flower petals.

“What’s the matter? You’ve always been reluctant to use your power since the old times, haven’t you?”

When Ifrit, who was sprawled on the roof darkened by shadows, asked in an incredulous tone,

“She’s my sister. Look at me.”

The woman, who had caught a petal carried by the wind between her index and middle finger, lazily smiled and answered.

That’s more than enough.

Meanwhile, not far from the square where the parade was marching, on a big tree.

Agares, who was somewhat worried about the little one who said she was going to watch the blessing ceremony, had been keeping an eye on Evelia all day.

She held a very high position among humans, so naturally she would have escorts, but in his eyes, human escorts were practically nonexistent.

If a situation that the little one’s escorts couldn’t handle were to occur……

He nervously ran his fingers through his hair.

“Why am I worrying about this.”

After a bit of time, he answered his own pondering.

“Because it’s interesting.”

It’s not a satisfactory answer.

After a while, he gave another answer.

“Because it’s fun.”

He gave two answers, but both were slightly lacking.

There were sporadic answers after that.

Because she’s a young human. Because young humans are infinitely weak.

Because she gave me two pieces of chocolate.

Ah. We have a teacherstudent relationship in swordsmanship.

But they’re all wrong answers.

It’s not likely that I’d feel this way just because of these superficial relationships.

He knew very well. That his nature was quite ruthless.

While he was lost in thought, when he saw the child literally ‘demand’ a whole basket of flowers from the priest with a loudspeaker, he let out a refreshing laugh.

“She’s quite greedy, the little one.”

His expression hardened strangely at the part that said ‘she wanted to catch the petals and share them with her friends.’

Who are these friends?

Is it the crown prince? Some other friend I don’t know about?

I wish I was included in that.

The demon, who caught one of the petals that flew up to the tree, looked at the petal with soft eyes.

“……I see.”

He got it. The answer to the question he had been thinking about all along.

In the hand that had only held a sword all his life, the soft, delicate petal didn’t fit.

In the hand of a demon that had been soaked in blood all his life from cutting and cutting again, the fragrant petal didn’t harmonize at all.

Perhaps you and I could be such a discord even to become friends.

She carefully wrapped the fragile petal, which seemed to crumble at the slightest touch, in her hand.

The petal clenched in her rough hand was so frail that its presence was faint.

He was utterly evil. An entity loyal to its desires more than anyone else.

Territory, power, wealth.

He seized everything with power, but he never desired friendship, so he did not know how to obtain it.

Then, he could only pray.

If the child who received blessings holds the petals, it is said to be full of blessings.

He stared at the petal leaning on his hand for a long time.

From his firm lips, a faint hope, a firsttime experience, leaked out.

“…… I hope someday I can be called a friend by you.”