My image... what should I do?
I wish he would just hurry in, but the demon, who has intelligence but no tact, kept nagging.
- Please reconsider the punishment... It’s been a while since I’ve been out, and it’s my hometown, so my judgment is clouded for a moment...
Yeah, maybe he's just quick-witted.
Actually, even if it wasn't this time, I was planning on beating him up the next time I saw him when Nike wasn't around...
The quick-witted demon, who foresaw the future where even if he ran away quickly, he would be punished later, is now trying to somehow ask for my forgiveness.
“It’s dangerous.”
I approached Ratan with as gentle a gait as possible, and Nike stretched out his arm to block my path as if protecting me.
At that time.
The low-level demons who lack intelligence are confused and... stupid.
They judged me as an enemy for having brought their King to his knees, and they tried to rush at me, shouting.
“...!”
Nike, who was blocking me as if protecting me, raised her sword.
- Stop! Do you dare show your teeth and show who this person is?
My subordinate was faster...
All the demons stood at attention in front of me like soldiers lined up at angles.
'Wow, I'm going crazy.'
Become a woman who summons monsters!
Nike, who had been confused, now seems to have a clear understanding of the situation.
A surprised expression. His throat trembled as if he were nervous, and he began to look at me with a look of slight suspicion.
“I, that, that...”
Where should I start with this?
My image is a picture that is easy to misunderstand, let alone second-guess.
Nike probably didn't think that Ratan's control would be in the form of 'submission'...
Ratan, who can summon lower-level demons at will. A human who hears Ratan call him "Master."
Therefore, it is possible for humans to control demons!
If abused, the country will be turned upside down.
Exactly like my first brother did before he returned.
“Your Highness, Your Highness.”
Then Ryan came over, rubbing his palms together as if to help.
“Oh, you might misunderstand? I think I should clarify. So, Vania commands monsters... um, it's true she commands monsters, but...”
"What?"
Gyaaaaah! Explain it properly!
"Please understand that I have never used this for any malicious intent. Vania has absolutely nothing to do with any of the disasters Ratan has caused. Please believe me."
“...”
“Rather, was it that Vania was worried that Wassenberg would get hold of Ratan first and use it, so she quietly brought Merchen home in advance?”
“What is that sound, Master?”
Gyaaaaah!
Why did you do that!
“Judging from what Ratan said as soon as he appeared, it seemed like he had strong intentions of attacking humans.”
"I think it's because he still needs some more training. I should've told you all this in advance so you wouldn't be flustered, Your Highness... Honestly, I never expected Ratan to suddenly pop out here."
“I came out with a minor injury, so what guarantee is there that it won’t happen again next time?”
"That...!"
Ryan looked at me speechless, then sighed and said.
“Don’t worry, the woman who summons monsters will somehow figure it out….”
Nike looked back at me.
I want to cry.
I approached Ratan, avoiding his gaze.
And... even though it was already ruined, I still spoke as carefully as possible, gently tucking my hair behind my ear.
“Would you like to come in...?”
Ratan looked around for a moment.
- I... Master. It won't be difficult to follow orders, but if I go in, these demons might attack you...
"That!"
Seriously, why are you talking so much?
I held back my anger and laughed.
“I’ll take care of it.”
- ...Yes, yes. Master, then, until next time, goodbye...
Hey, you bastard...!
Ratan, who had been acting like a loyal subordinate until the end, returned to Merchen.
That moment.
The lower-level demons who had been running around in confusion, all prepared to attack, rushed in...
I just let things be; I was half-mad and trying my best.
The Eyes of the Mirror - The Shackles of Bondage
Nike, who had just grabbed hia sword to deal with the demons, felt their feet being tied.
“...!”
He looked back at me with a surprised expression again.
'Now no matter what I do, they think I'm the culprit!'
I have lost both the will and the capacity to make excuses.
Nike might think of me as a witch who summons monsters and wields strange powers...
No, the witch is too sad, so call me a Princess, even though I'm tainted.
The nickname Alex gave me...
"Oh!"
At that time, Ryan was flustered after seeing Merchen's condition.
The dazzling naked Prince.
Unaware of the chaos that had ensued, he lay there, looking like a masterpiece painted by a master painter.
“Oh my, our Prince. You are sleeping just like the primordial god.”
Ryan took off his shirt and came back, wrapping Merchen in a gentle hug.
And then he lay him down on one side and looked at me and gave me a thumbs up.
“...”
Do as you please...
Ryan and I are slowly trying to sort out the situation.
Nike observes us with a strange gaze.
“I would appreciate it if you could help me dispose of the body, Your Highness.”
Ryan told Nike that and sent us back.
What is Nike thinking now?
Monster Princess.
The tainted Princess who commands that monster.
And, the god of death.
Dangerous elements who could turn this empire into a wasteland if they wanted to.
Instant Death
The god of death licked his lips and dealt with the bound demons in one fell swoop.
I couldn't leave behind the corpse of a demon who died instantly without any trauma.
Aftermath processing was required, and Nike briefly visited the punitive force camp.
We came back with things like barracks, oil drums, combat rations, and relief supplies, and we spent the whole day burning the corpses of the demons.
Nike told me to go and do it himself, but... this many?
That's ridiculous. We all worked together diligently to help clean up.
In fact, we had to do anything to prove that 'we are harmless'.
A truly unexpected situation.
We never intended to reveal all our assets to Nike like this...
“Drrrrrrr... kekeke!!!”
Inside the temporary barracks.
I look back at Ryan, who is snoring and scratching his belly. Beside him, the Prince is sleeping soundly, oblivious to the world. He's slightly frowning, perhaps because of the loud snoring.
Because it was getting dark and dangerous, we decided to take a short nap and leave when the sun rose.
Since it was a vast land with no people and was far from the punitive force camp, everything was handled quietly and secretly.
'But...'
I still have one problem left to solve.
The shadow of a campfire flickers outside the barracks.
Outside, Nike is standing guard.
'My prediction was right.'
I don't know what Ryan and Nike talked about without me...
One thing was certain.
Nike trusts and supports Ryan "without questioning." He doesn't question any of his actions. And there's a reason for that.
What is the reason?
I've been in a very similar situation.
Think back to when Ryan and Revan first met me.
Didn't they trust me and follow me no matter what I did because they guessed that I was a regressor?
The same goes for Nike today.
I woke up quietly.
After making sure that Ryan was asleep and oblivious to the world, I carefully went out of the barracks.
Nike lit a bonfire and sat in front of it.
As I approached slowly, he sensed my presence and looked at me.
“I... Your Highness.”
“...”
Nike is sitting and looking up at me.
The shadows of the campfire rippled across the face of my beloved, whom I had longed for.
“I have a question for you.”
"...What?"
“Rather, was it that Vania was worried that Wassenberg would get hold of Ratan first and use it, so she quietly brought Merchen home in advance?”
An excuse Ryan made in an urgent situation.
Even if he was a person with supernatural powers, what would an ordinary thirteen-year-old know and bring Ratan 'in advance'?
But even then, and even after the situation calmed down, Nike didn't question Ryan's words.
This means that it was a conversation between the two that did not necessarily require explanation.
Therefore...
Even if you omit the part about 'Because Vania is a regressor', Nike would have already known and let it slide.
“Your Highness.”
I barely managed to hold on to my pounding heart and lock eyes with Nike.
Asked.
“You know I’ve regressed, right?”
“...”
Nike's eyes wavered.
"I, I'm a regressor. At the age of twenty, I returned ten years later."
“...”
“You already heard it from Dad, right?”
I asked further, and Nike shifted his gaze from me to the blazing fire and fell silent.
It was positive.
'Also...'
I said, clutching my heart as if it were going to burst out.
“The one who regressed me was the Prince. Do you know this, too?”
“...”
Again, silence. Affirmation.
“Then, then...”
Tears flowed without resistance.
“...Have you ever heard who I was?”
I wish he would just hurry in, but the demon, who has intelligence but no tact, kept nagging.
- Please reconsider the punishment... It’s been a while since I’ve been out, and it’s my hometown, so my judgment is clouded for a moment...
Yeah, maybe he's just quick-witted.
Actually, even if it wasn't this time, I was planning on beating him up the next time I saw him when Nike wasn't around...
The quick-witted demon, who foresaw the future where even if he ran away quickly, he would be punished later, is now trying to somehow ask for my forgiveness.
“It’s dangerous.”
I approached Ratan with as gentle a gait as possible, and Nike stretched out his arm to block my path as if protecting me.
At that time.
The low-level demons who lack intelligence are confused and... stupid.
They judged me as an enemy for having brought their King to his knees, and they tried to rush at me, shouting.
“...!”
Nike, who was blocking me as if protecting me, raised her sword.
- Stop! Do you dare show your teeth and show who this person is?
My subordinate was faster...
All the demons stood at attention in front of me like soldiers lined up at angles.
'Wow, I'm going crazy.'
Become a woman who summons monsters!
Nike, who had been confused, now seems to have a clear understanding of the situation.
A surprised expression. His throat trembled as if he were nervous, and he began to look at me with a look of slight suspicion.
“I, that, that...”
Where should I start with this?
My image is a picture that is easy to misunderstand, let alone second-guess.
Nike probably didn't think that Ratan's control would be in the form of 'submission'...
Ratan, who can summon lower-level demons at will. A human who hears Ratan call him "Master."
Therefore, it is possible for humans to control demons!
If abused, the country will be turned upside down.
Exactly like my first brother did before he returned.
“Your Highness, Your Highness.”
Then Ryan came over, rubbing his palms together as if to help.
“Oh, you might misunderstand? I think I should clarify. So, Vania commands monsters... um, it's true she commands monsters, but...”
"What?"
Gyaaaaah! Explain it properly!
"Please understand that I have never used this for any malicious intent. Vania has absolutely nothing to do with any of the disasters Ratan has caused. Please believe me."
“...”
“Rather, was it that Vania was worried that Wassenberg would get hold of Ratan first and use it, so she quietly brought Merchen home in advance?”
“What is that sound, Master?”
Gyaaaaah!
Why did you do that!
“Judging from what Ratan said as soon as he appeared, it seemed like he had strong intentions of attacking humans.”
"I think it's because he still needs some more training. I should've told you all this in advance so you wouldn't be flustered, Your Highness... Honestly, I never expected Ratan to suddenly pop out here."
“I came out with a minor injury, so what guarantee is there that it won’t happen again next time?”
"That...!"
Ryan looked at me speechless, then sighed and said.
“Don’t worry, the woman who summons monsters will somehow figure it out….”
Nike looked back at me.
I want to cry.
I approached Ratan, avoiding his gaze.
And... even though it was already ruined, I still spoke as carefully as possible, gently tucking my hair behind my ear.
“Would you like to come in...?”
Ratan looked around for a moment.
- I... Master. It won't be difficult to follow orders, but if I go in, these demons might attack you...
"That!"
Seriously, why are you talking so much?
I held back my anger and laughed.
“I’ll take care of it.”
- ...Yes, yes. Master, then, until next time, goodbye...
Hey, you bastard...!
Ratan, who had been acting like a loyal subordinate until the end, returned to Merchen.
That moment.
The lower-level demons who had been running around in confusion, all prepared to attack, rushed in...
I just let things be; I was half-mad and trying my best.
The Eyes of the Mirror - The Shackles of Bondage
Nike, who had just grabbed hia sword to deal with the demons, felt their feet being tied.
“...!”
He looked back at me with a surprised expression again.
'Now no matter what I do, they think I'm the culprit!'
I have lost both the will and the capacity to make excuses.
Nike might think of me as a witch who summons monsters and wields strange powers...
No, the witch is too sad, so call me a Princess, even though I'm tainted.
The nickname Alex gave me...
"Oh!"
At that time, Ryan was flustered after seeing Merchen's condition.
The dazzling naked Prince.
Unaware of the chaos that had ensued, he lay there, looking like a masterpiece painted by a master painter.
“Oh my, our Prince. You are sleeping just like the primordial god.”
Ryan took off his shirt and came back, wrapping Merchen in a gentle hug.
And then he lay him down on one side and looked at me and gave me a thumbs up.
“Dad, you should eat those! They look delicious!”
Do as you please...
Ryan and I are slowly trying to sort out the situation.
Nike observes us with a strange gaze.
“I would appreciate it if you could help me dispose of the body, Your Highness.”
Ryan told Nike that and sent us back.
What is Nike thinking now?
Monster Princess.
The tainted Princess who commands that monster.
And, the god of death.
Dangerous elements who could turn this empire into a wasteland if they wanted to.
Instant Death
The god of death licked his lips and dealt with the bound demons in one fell swoop.
***
I couldn't leave behind the corpse of a demon who died instantly without any trauma.
Aftermath processing was required, and Nike briefly visited the punitive force camp.
We came back with things like barracks, oil drums, combat rations, and relief supplies, and we spent the whole day burning the corpses of the demons.
Nike told me to go and do it himself, but... this many?
That's ridiculous. We all worked together diligently to help clean up.
In fact, we had to do anything to prove that 'we are harmless'.
A truly unexpected situation.
We never intended to reveal all our assets to Nike like this...
“Drrrrrrr... kekeke!!!”
Inside the temporary barracks.
I look back at Ryan, who is snoring and scratching his belly. Beside him, the Prince is sleeping soundly, oblivious to the world. He's slightly frowning, perhaps because of the loud snoring.
Because it was getting dark and dangerous, we decided to take a short nap and leave when the sun rose.
Since it was a vast land with no people and was far from the punitive force camp, everything was handled quietly and secretly.
'But...'
I still have one problem left to solve.
The shadow of a campfire flickers outside the barracks.
Outside, Nike is standing guard.
'My prediction was right.'
I don't know what Ryan and Nike talked about without me...
One thing was certain.
Nike trusts and supports Ryan "without questioning." He doesn't question any of his actions. And there's a reason for that.
What is the reason?
I've been in a very similar situation.
Think back to when Ryan and Revan first met me.
Didn't they trust me and follow me no matter what I did because they guessed that I was a regressor?
The same goes for Nike today.
I woke up quietly.
After making sure that Ryan was asleep and oblivious to the world, I carefully went out of the barracks.
Nike lit a bonfire and sat in front of it.
As I approached slowly, he sensed my presence and looked at me.
“I... Your Highness.”
“...”
Nike is sitting and looking up at me.
The shadows of the campfire rippled across the face of my beloved, whom I had longed for.
“I have a question for you.”
"...What?"
“Rather, was it that Vania was worried that Wassenberg would get hold of Ratan first and use it, so she quietly brought Merchen home in advance?”
An excuse Ryan made in an urgent situation.
Even if he was a person with supernatural powers, what would an ordinary thirteen-year-old know and bring Ratan 'in advance'?
But even then, and even after the situation calmed down, Nike didn't question Ryan's words.
This means that it was a conversation between the two that did not necessarily require explanation.
Therefore...
Even if you omit the part about 'Because Vania is a regressor', Nike would have already known and let it slide.
“Your Highness.”
I barely managed to hold on to my pounding heart and lock eyes with Nike.
Asked.
“You know I’ve regressed, right?”
“...”
Nike's eyes wavered.
"I, I'm a regressor. At the age of twenty, I returned ten years later."
“...”
“You already heard it from Dad, right?”
I asked further, and Nike shifted his gaze from me to the blazing fire and fell silent.
It was positive.
'Also...'
I said, clutching my heart as if it were going to burst out.
“The one who regressed me was the Prince. Do you know this, too?”
“...”
Again, silence. Affirmation.
“Then, then...”
Tears flowed without resistance.
“...Have you ever heard who I was?”
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