I, returning as a demon, should have gone further and further on the road to avenge my sister.
But...
The mysterious girl I met in the bamboo forest touched the knife on her waist.
A sly smile appeared on his face: "I can be considered your savior after all, so will you accept the benefactor's betrothal gift or not?"
Me: "This..."
(Put down your hand holding the knife first!)
The great monk's eyes turned cold when he caught a glimpse of him as a human being.
The corners of his mouth raised slightly: "Didn't you say that we have been destined to be wives since our previous lives, and we will never be separated in life or death?"
Me: "Huh?"
(??? Do you believe all the devil's lies?)
The seriously injured junior sister who was rescued by chance relied on elixirs to stay alive every day.
Her eyes were lowered, pitifully: "Sister, are you going to leave me too?"
Me: (wiping cold sweat)
(I would rather you stop crying...)
Simple version of the copy: A heart-warming story about avenging my sister and chatting with girls (?)
First person
If you don't like it, don't enter it. If you don't like it, don't spray it.
I'm not very good at writing for the first time o>_
Mission: Healthy, sunny, positive