A monster was born in the world so long ago that it could be called ancient times. Rather than being born, a monster appeared out of the blue.
　The monster was born with too much power, but it had nothing else. A black smoky appearance with no definite shape, an empty interior - it's not an exaggeration to say that the word "emptiness" has taken on a form with only the power of emptiness, and the first thing the monster began to do was to search for it.

　First it looked for its own form, then its own meaning, and one by one it groped its way around the world as if groping its way through the darkness, searching for it.
　Or perhaps it was a disaster in motion. The monster touched many things and looked at many places in the world and came to believe that the world is full of impurities.

　The world is full of impurities...

　It was not simple, but complex, impossibly unstable, and staggeringly wide and deep. Little by little the impurities remained and accumulated in the monster's empty body as it traveled the world.
　And how many years had passed?　After spending a mind-boggling amount of time going around the world and accumulating impurities, the monster looked at the world again from the place where he was born.

　This world is full of impurities. This world is not pure, not rational, uncertain and fragile. It is always changing, like a single life.

　That's why this world - so beautiful and lovely.

　Silver-white hair sways in the wind and golden eyes reflect the world. A heart that has gained many impurities and taken a certain shape appears as a gentle smile.
　And the monster that could have destroyed the world begins to walk again. It takes on a form, creates a meaning, and sets its own testimony as a collection of impure things (chrome), and begins to make a new step.
　The story that bears his name, "The One Who Was A Monster," began with him reaching out his hand to a young child who was very much like him in the past.

'Come with me!'
....

　He picked up the infant and gave it the name 'Ain' as its beginning, and the demon race called Chrome-Aina was truly born in this world.


















　There is a high-ranking demon race called Chrome-Aina. Although they have enormous power, they are indifferent to wealth and power, and the word "freedom" is a word that walks around with clothes on.

''Oh, it looks so good - give me a bottle.
There's a mite!

　Crom'eina buys a spit-roast from a street vendor and eats it with relish as she looks out at the bustling city of the human race.
　Chromium Eina often goes from place to place, sightseeing and eating. It is a rare hobby for a single species of high-ranking demon race, who often set up their own territory, move their subordinates and their families, and rarely go out themselves, but Crom'eina loved being involved in the world in this way.
　In addition to the fact that this is the only way to get the most out of a girl with a spit-roast in one hand and a girl in the other, it's also a good idea to have a spell to hide information during normal times so that you don't make a fuss about it. I don't notice it in the
　However, those who know Chrome-Aina will be able to tell right away that she is in a good mood when they see her walking around in the form of a girl, her favorite look.

　The demon race called Krom Eina is an oddball in many ways.
　Although she is a high-ranking demon race, she does not have any subordinates, does not discriminate against or look down on other races such as the human race and the god race, and speaks openly to the owner of a stall that can be called a commoner.
　It's a good idea to be able to have a good idea of what you're looking for. It is for this reason that I love walking the streets and watching the world change little by little.

　Of course she has her own tastes and preferences. Her favorite form is the current form of the girl, although rarely, when she is in a bad mood, she can turn into a monster-like figure. She has a penchant for sweets, especially those that are small enough to eat while walking.
　As far as others are concerned, she can be said to like people of basically any personality, but she doesn't like people who do anything to hurt anyone.
　Yes, she has a very large number of likes, and conversely, she has an extremely small number of dislikes. However, among such a wide range of likes, there is one that she has a special fondness for.

'....Oh?

　Crom Eina, who was strolling leisurely through the city with a smile on her face, stopped in her tracks. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a large fountain and the figure of a young man standing in front of it.
　It's not a particularly beautiful or ugly face, a slightly skinny but not unhealthy body, and an average height of around 170cm. I'm not sure if it's a good or bad thing, but Crom Eina muttered while looking at the young man, although the word "ordinary" applied to him.

''It's a baby bird........''

　The expression on her face as she mumbled is like a child who has found her favorite toy, and also like a mother looking at her beloved child.
　--The baby bird. Crom Eina can sometimes describe others as such. However, it's not meant to be ridiculous, but rather that expression was a word used in a good way for her.
　The young man's eyes, looking at his surroundings with some anxiety, the subtleties of the emotions behind them, are the same as 'the former self that didn't have anything,' and it could be said that this is what she likes best.
　That's why Crom Eina stepped forward towards the youth without the slightest hesitation. It's a good thing that you're not going to be able to get a good deal more than you think.

What's going on?　You look like you're in some kind of trouble?

　As if to truly enjoy the encounter with 'someone who looks a lot like my old self' that I found after a long time, I called out to the young man with a big smile on my face.



















　While stroking the head of the young man who sleeps on his own lap - Kaito's head with heartfelt affection, Crom Eina gives a gentle smile.
　An innocent and lovable baby bird who still knows nothing, her favorite thing about her now.

''Little by little, it's changing...''

　Words murmured gently.
　

I'm sure you'll be able to tell me what beautiful wings I'm going to see when you grow all your feathers and take to the skies one day, Kite.　I can't wait to see what's in store for you now.

　For her, a baby bird is a being with "infinite possibilities". She searches for something with her empty mind, and then she finds it, transforms it into wings, and flies away into the sky.
　Above all, she loves to see it up close and personal.
　If you move your gaze gently, there are many of those who were once baby birds.

　The high-ranking demon tribe who got the name of the beginning and wanted to stay by your side longer than anyone else.

　A rich who has gained a lot of knowledge and is active in a wide range of fields.

　A fairy who loves nature and flies around innocently away from the familiar place she lives in.

　The ogre who laughs boldly as he comes to terms with his days of being called different.

　The human who got the answer she was looking for and became a demon.

　They all have different shapes, but they all have beautiful wings, and they fly around in the sky of the infinite world of the family that cannot help but love each other.

　There is one high-ranking demon tribe called Crom Eina - an eccentric who has great power and deep warmth and kindness, and who continues to love the changing world, which is full of impurities and uncertainly empty.
　It's not just a matter of time before you get to the point where you'll be able to get your hands on it.