There is no problem with the magic cards I made

Demons cannot feel the sadness that humans feel when parting.

However, this did not make the red-haired girl sad or angry. She seemed to be used to this gray demon friend.

She just continued:

"Although you say so and think so in your heart, the memories of our relationship in the past three years are all in your mind, right?"

Delois: "Yes."

Hearing Delois' affirmative answer, the red-haired girl smiled:

"Let me tell you, people's thoughts will change over time. When you think of me again one day in the future, you may have other thoughts."

Delois frowned.

He seemed to be getting more confused.

"I can't understand that it has taken me several years just to learn to distinguish what humans call good and evil. Not to mention these strange things you always say, I can't become a real human after all."

The girl smiled helplessly and shook her head. She seemed ready to change the topic and asked:

"So if it was possible to become a human being, would you like to be a good person or a bad person?"

Delois didn't hate communicating with her. Whenever she asked, he would answer.

As long as she can still throw out hard questions.

My interest in her will not diminish.

If I had five more years or ten more years, maybe I could actually find the answer.

So Delois thought for a moment and replied:

"...I don't know, but I know that if I follow the wishes of the young lady and the lord, what you asked me to do can be called punishing evil and promoting good, so I did something good."

"Then are you willing to continue being a good person?"

The red-haired girl immediately asked.

Delois was stunned.

He never imagined that there would be innocent humans in the world asking a demon if he wanted to be a good person.

Even if the answer is “Yes.”

Will anyone really believe it?

Both the question itself and the possible responses sound like a joke.

I wanted to deal with it casually.

But looking at Clodia, I thought that this interesting girl would die soon.

Her eyes seemed to be expecting her to continue to be a "good person".

How ridiculous.

However, as a devil who is obsessed with studying humans, it seems that he is not qualified to speak against her.

To achieve this strange scene, in addition to a strange human being, a strange demon is also needed.

Half of the reason why the story has developed to this point is because of my obsession with studying humans, imitating humans, and learning from humans.

That being the case.

According to human logic, it seems reasonable that he should comply with her wishes.

Hospice?

Yes, that's the concept.

Delois thought for a moment and replied:

"If you want me to, I don't mind being a 'good guy'. After all, it doesn't make any difference to me whether I'm a 'good guy' or a 'bad guy'. But I will only follow your instructions or play the role of a human being. Know how to be a 'good person' as you define it."

"Dloys, let me teach you,"

A slight smile appeared on the girl's lips.

He seemed to be whispering, what an idiot.

The end of demonic intelligence and sanity looks like human clumsiness.

But no matter what, she was happy with Delois's answer.

"If you can't understand kindness, but you are striving to understand human emotions, then stand on the opposite side of evil, forever, and forever. Then you will be a good person..."

"..."

Delois was silent.

Realization dawned on him.

It seemed like he had made an incredible promise.

"When you really understand one day, you won't regret what you have done..."

The girl's eyelashes trembled slightly, her vision was hazy, and she continued to murmur as if she was about to lose to sleepiness.

She knew that demons couldn't feel guilt or the pang of conscience.

But she believed Delois.

One day he will understand.

It's a pity that I will never see that day.

The last wish she made to the goddess was that when that day came, she didn't want Delois to feel uncomfortable.

"I understand. As you wish, consider it as the tuition I paid."

Delois sighed as if he had figured it out and admitted defeat.

Although the tone was as cold as a contract.

But these words without any emotion made the girl feel at ease.

"But out of selfishness, I hope you will never understand people's hearts..."

The girl's face was carved by moonlight, and there seemed to be crystal tears falling from the corners of her eyes.

"Why?"

Delois asked, looking at the girl in confusion.

Although he had been with the girl for more than two years, there were too many things that he didn't understand.

But what puzzled him most every time was all about what this girl said about people's hearts.

"Because your heart will be broken..."

The red-haired girl in her arms slowly closed her eyes.

It seems that I will never wake up again for a long time.

…

Durkan woke up with a start.

He sat up on the bed and panted.

Recalling the scene in the dream.

In that dream, he forgot who he was.

I just remember that my heart was not touched at all.

However, the moment I woke up, I recalled the red figure that disappeared like a phantom.

His whole body felt panicked, and his heart ached as if he was about to fall apart, as if he was about to lose half his life.

Dekan raised his paws and suddenly realized that he was still in cat form, and this was not his room.

Cornelia beside her seemed to have just woken up.

She sat up and rubbed her eyes, seeing the little gray cat quickly smile.

"Did you sleep well?"

Cornelia reached out to touch the little gray cat and asked softly.

Durkan said nothing.

Removed cat form.

He turned back into a human and hugged Cornelia.

But Nelia was stunned.

But he still put his hand on Dekan's back and patted him gently.

Unlike the cold and weak hands in the dream, Cornelia's hands were warm and reassuring.

"I'm sorry...those are not my true words..."

Dekan's voice was full of pain and self-reproach, broken and broken.

"What words?"

Knelia asked doubtfully, and then she seemed to think of something:

"Could it be that the cruel Delois said to Clodia, 'It doesn't matter if she dies'?"

"Did you dream about the same thing?"

Durkan asked in surprise.

He wanted to push Cornelia away and ask properly, but found that Cornelia didn't let go and he couldn't push her away.

The power gap between the two is too big.

"Yeah. And let me tell you, Lodia said she wasn't angry at the time, but she was actually feeling sad!"

There was no emotion or anger in Nelia's tone.

But she seemed to be snickering.

"sorry……"

Dekan seemed to be wilting again and gave up struggling.

Being hugged by Cornelia, he was in a state of being at her mercy.

He had verified it before.

"Why are you apologizing to me? You are not Delois, and I am not Clodia. You are Dekan who cares about me the most."

Kenelia put her chin on Dekan's shoulder, leaned her head against him, closed her eyes, and said.

slowly.

It seemed that Dekan's mood gradually calmed down.

…

At this time, outside Cornelia's bedroom window, a black cat was also jumping deftly, then skillfully opened the window and crossed the curtains.

"Knelia, meow! I'm back! Tell me quickly..."

Teacher Cat shouted excitedly as if he had just been released from prison.

However, it hasn't finished speaking yet.

I saw the scene in the bedroom.

Neither of them said a word.

Dekan bit his lip with a complicated expression, but his eyes were filled with happiness and relief.

But Cornelia closed her eyes, with a smile on her lips as if she was reunited after a long separation.

They hugged each other quietly like this, as if they had forgotten time.

"Meow? Meow meow??! Meow meow meow!!!"

His eyes turned white on the spot and he fainted with excitement.

A transparent cat-headed ghost seemed to emerge from the corner of his mouth.