There Are Too Many Background Settings in the Possessed Novel

that night

That night.

I was in trouble.

10000 times. In this state, achieving is close to impossible.

But I’m sure there must be some means…

“For now, I’ll be fine. You are tired.”

I rubbed my sore eyes.

It’s still a sickly body.

If you don’t guard well, no way you’ll die like this? you can die when

It’s like I’m playing a roguelike game where I’m a sunfish.

There might be a chance to return, but it would be absurd to act with that one chance in mind.

It was time to turn off the fire that had been created with magic and floated in the air, and to cover it with a blanket.

By the time I was almost asleep…

Plump.

Someone knocked on my door made of paulownia wood.

“Tonight…?”

I got up nervously and went to the door.

“Who is it?”

It was an unexpected person who answered my angry voice.

“Do, Bocchan. It is me.”

Nias’ trembling voice was heard. Feeling puzzled, I opened the door, paused for a moment, and focused my senses.

I didn’t feel the intent to kill.

“what? I didn’t even order it last time, but he came early in the morning. Are you an owl today? Are you okay?”

I looked at Nias and said a little surprised.

Nias, wearing a sleeping cap with a white frill on her head, stood holding a candle. Her eyes were teary-eyed, as if she were about to cry.

Perhaps because of the scarlet candle, the watery eyes of Nias could be seen more clearly.

“Sorry for the late night…”

“I know why you came. So what is it?”

I opened my mouth, which had been paused for a moment, and asked Nias.

“Ooh, you can’t laugh.”

“I will laugh. Tell me.”

“Don’t laugh!”

“Ah… annoying. Okay. I won’t laugh So what is it?”

Nias shrugged.

“I had a scary dream…”

“What?!”

I was more embarrassed than laughing.

The demon king had a scary dream and ran away crying in fear?

No matter how you look at it, it looks like a lie.

No, that’s clearly a lie.

“okay. Too bad. Good night.”

I closed the door again. To be precise, it stopped when I was about to close it. It was because Nias was holding me tight as if he wouldn’t let go of my sleeve.

“Don’t you let go?”

“No, I won’t let go.”

Are you insisting Because I was tired and wanted to lie down right away, I lost my temper.

“What are we going to do?!”

“Can we sleep together?”

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Just before being scolded, I shrugged my shoulders like a shrunken puppy, and I saw black eyes staring at me.

Come to think of it, was there a setting that Nias often had nightmares?

I agree with you, but it’s a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of a bit of

“I will be quiet. I’m good at being quiet. You may not know, but you can hold your breath well!”

As Nias spoke quietly, he came closer to me.

With an expression full of fear and hesitation, at the same time, he is looking at it as if he is earnestly relying on it.

To that force that seemed to push me hard, I was dumbfounded and answered.

“D-Come in.”

Nias blushed happily and gave a small smile.

Then shua! and a strong wind blew in the hallway. Perhaps a window was open somewhere.

But the wind blew out the candle.

Ting, tanger.

The sound of Nias missing the candle could be heard.

“Oh, the candle…”

“Stay still. I will.”

“no. I missed it…”

bean!

“Ugh…!”

“Aww…!”

While lowering his head to pick up a candle, he bumped his head against Nias. I felt a tingling sensation in my head for a moment, but it gradually went away.

“…hey.”

“I’m sorry.”

Hwareuk.

The fire created by magic transferred to the candle. As the surroundings brightened, he saw Nias rubbing and stroking his hair as if in pain.

“You fool. I can just make fire with magic.”

“Hehe…sorry…”

Looking at Nias, who smiled shyly, he slowly raised himself with a sigh.

“Come in anyway.”

I took the candle and went into the room first. Nias, who had been following me, looked around while I lay down on the bed, and then lay down softly on the floor.

“What are you doing?”

“yes? Now, going to sleep… did I… do something wrong again?”

“What are you? Why are you sleeping on the floor? The bed is wide, so sleep on it.”

“yes?! Me?! You shouldn’t sleep on the floor, Bocchan…”

I was so mad I couldn’t help but scream.

“Will I sleep on the floor!”

“I’m sorry!”

Nias shrugged and let out a whimper.

I drew about 1/4 of the bed by hand. However, it was a very large bed, so it was quite a space.

“You are on the narrow side here. I’m on the wide side here.”

“…but would it be all right if I…really sleep in the master’s bed?”

“If anyone says anything, I’ll say I told you to. ruler.”

I lay down on the bed and covered myself with a blanket. Seeing as of yet no murderous intent, it must mean it’s a safe situation.

Behind him, Nias hesitated, heard a bustling sound coming up onto the bed.

Soon silence came, and the sound of quiet breathing rang out.

He began to breathe slowly and pretended to be asleep. It was because Nias and Nias were on the same bed by chance, but they didn’t lose their guard.

After some time, there was a rustling movement from Nias. Yes, it was! me through the night…

However, what I thought did not happen.

Nias was quietly clinging to my back. It’s like you don’t think there is a boundary line from the beginning.

“…It’s warm.”

Nias murmured. The little girl’s body trembled thinly with the sound of her breathing.

“If I go to sleep…I’m afraid I’ll have nightmares again, so I’m sorry. You’re sure to hate it, right?”

Nias spoke in a whisper, as soft as the sound of a breeze. Maybe he wasn’t saying it because he thought I would listen, so I continued pretending to be asleep.

“I keep having nightmares. Scary dreams… dreams of being alone. Because I hate it, because I hate it… The dream that people kick me out and I continue to live alone. And then. my dad bullies me That everything went wrong because of you… Because of you… Everyone seems to hate me.”

Nias’ hot breath touched his back. The pain in Nias’ chest was slowly vomiting out one by one.

Maybe he just wanted someone to listen.

Maybe I wanted you to know.

Even when Nias was a demon lord, and even after being reborn, he had never felt human warmth.

“…But the Bocchan is a little different. I don’t think it’s because you hate me that you’re bothering me. cool. Why…?”

Nias was confused.

“Because of that strange feeling, I think I’m gradually changing. I don’t even know if I like you or not. That is so scary.”

I felt a tingling sensation. Nias, who had been telling me honestly, had murderous intentions towards me.

“Even now…yes. This feeling, I shouldn’t feel it.”

The aura of Nias’s curse began to flow slowly. He hesitated now, but it seemed that he would soon make up his mind.

If you intervene with magic or announce that you are awake, it will stop, but you can’t do that right now. It’s true that I heard the inside that was hidden.

Rather, it was likely to have the opposite effect.

It was time to gamble if it didn’t work out with the straight method.

I turned around and hugged Nias, who was right behind me.

“Kyaa!”

Nias made a small sound of surprise.

Warm little body. Maybe she washed her hair before going to bed, and the sweet scent tickled her nose.

Nias wiggled and started a timid resistance, but didn’t let go.

What Nias likes is not ‘dropping and lifting’.

I just want someone who likes me to bully me.

So, I just have to like Nias.

“Nias… you idiot…”

I muttered that, like a drool.

At the same time, the magic of Nias who was casting the curse gradually began to dissipate.

Nias’s hand touched my cheek. Little by little, Nias, who was brushing the hair in front of me, gave a small answer.

“yes. young master.”

His eyes were closed, but he seemed to be smiling.

For some reason, I wanted to see Nias smile like an idiot, but unfortunately I had no choice but to hold back.

Tring!

[Nias’ favorability increases. (Reason: Neither Nias himself knows)]

[Acquire 50pt plot points!

Awaken Nias’s masochistic tendencies. Progress (7/10)]

Apparently, I figured out the last secret.

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and the next morning.

I must have fallen asleep without realizing it, and slowly opened my eyes.

“hey. Nias. It’s morning now. Hurry up and get off… La…? what?”

But the seat next to it was empty.

The warmth that would prove that Nias had been there was nowhere to be found.

At first, he thought he had gone to wash up, but Nias didn’t show up with a bashful smile as always.

After breakfast, even at lunch.

And then I realized Nias was missing.