Deep in the castle on the other side of the mountain, there was an older single devil who was doomed to be alone for the rest of his life.
"I really want friends."
The only horse has found a wife, and the great demon Leis is very tired.
Until one day, a little guest came to the manor.
Newborn monsters are not afraid of big demons.
"You must be very weak," she said with certainty: "The weaker the demons are, the more beautiful they are, because they have to rely on their appearance to deceive their prey. The stronger you are, the more casual you look. I can tell you are weak at a glance."
"Well, yes."
The first-generation demon twitched his lips and hugged the little loli into his arms.
"Protect me, Sister Warcraft."
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Sweet and irresponsible short stories