A church-like building carved with a dragon's crest. The eyes of a girl sitting on the roof of the building are awful and languid.
　The embrace of the evening darkness exposed to the wind (night breath) swayed indefinitely so as to scatter the night sky.

''Haaaaahhhhh...........''

　Nahato let out a long sigh.
　Surely, if people saw Nacht, who was more like a beautiful girl herself than the fleeting beauty she is now, people on the street would call out to her and think of her as a one-chance opportunity where she was weak.
　That's how eye-catching she was.
　His behavior, his gestures, stirred up a desire for protection.
　The eyes are looking down into the void, the arms are slumped in the air, and if you peeked out from right below you would see a pair of rose-colored underwear. But even that didn't matter to Nacht, right now.

''I wonder if Aisha........hates me........''
　It was an awful, weak muttering.
　Nacht had repeated the same thoughts dozens of times, hundreds of times, only the same thoughts.

''I said something horrible.......Aisha.......you're angry, I swear......''
　To Nahat, who holds the soul in his hands, death is the realm closest to him.
　He was insulted by it.
　He was enraged and hit her hard.
　He pushed away without considering Aisha's feelings.

''Huh........''
　It was a sign of disappointment in himself.
　He should have presented more evidence to convince Aisha. But in the present situation, Nacht did not have solid evidence to explain it. That was Nacht's fault, not anyone else's.
　Even now, he couldn't figure out how he was giving the manipulated puppets both personalities.
　The surgeon is probably using puppet creation (puppet creation) or puppet creation (make-doll), probably the latter because of the quality of this world. Since I don't think they can use creation, they are probably making puppets out of corpses and other living things, bones, plant wood and ores, and various other parts.
　Puppet making (make-dolls) is qualitatively only a secondary occupation, but it is also a useful skill (skill) that can create a better fighting force if the materials used are good.

　However, they are just dolls. They are just junk without being created.
　It's difficult to compare them to automata that have a soul.
　They can't speak with memories, nor can they mimic gestures. It's extremely difficult for even Nacht to manipulate memories. There are some soul magic (soul magic), such as Memory Lost, but it is impossible to give the personality of a past person to an unspecified number of dolls.
　And I had no idea of the skills (skills) or tools (items) that would enable them to do so.


　Unlike Nacht, who can sense the vibrations of the soul, Aisha doesn't know that it is a soulless object - a doll.
　Then it was only natural to be suspicious and repulsed.
　I knew it, but what leaked out of my mouth were cold words that seemed to push away.
　I don't think it was wrong. Because Nacht never stated a falsehood.

　-- but I do think there were other ways to do it.
　There should have been no need to do anything that would have put Aisha in a corner.

'Great Sin Demon Summoning (Cole Sin) -- Jealousy (Leviathan)'
　As Nacht muttered, a woman emerged from the darkness that crawled out of the depths of the earth.
　A sweet scent that tickled her nostrils spilled out of her long, crystal-clear, ocean-like hair. Her crimson eyes are lined with many, many black circles, deceiving the viewer. A snake was entwined from both arms to her waist, clinging to her fleshy limbs in a way that made them stand out.

'You wanted to see me, Lord~. It's been a long time. What's going on here?　How dare you call me this.
　During the gaming era, there were many different types of summonses.
　Angels, fairies, spirits, demons, monsters, magical beasts, people, animals, plants, ghosts, and demons.
　Among the many different summoning techniques, demon summoning had a different specification than other skills (skills).
　Demons could not be obtained simply by acquiring a skill (skill).
　The demon to be summoned had to be acquired by one's own hands.

　Demons show reverence only by force.
　The player can only make a contract with a demon that he has defeated alone, without the help of anyone else.
　The biggest difficulty lies in the fact that you are alone.
　This is a skill (skill) that is meaningless to acquire unless you are a combat-oriented character who can fight one-on-one. It's extremely difficult for non-combat-type characters, such as the auxiliary and recovery-type second characters that I dealt with before I created Nacht, to follow the demon.

　Inevitably, the higher the level, the greater the hardship, and Jealousy (Leviathan) is also originally a level 138 field boss, which makes it more difficult to defeat alone. Even with the help of charges and ultimate treasures, it was a fight to the death that nearly killed him at times. It would be impossible to take on a higher level demon any more.

"--Job, Levy. You're going to be the one to escort my Aisha. It's a bit fishy in here.

Why do you have to call me for that?
　Levy says, dismayed and disappointed.
　A faint disappointment in her eyes.
　In this world, the woman in front of me has a power that could easily destroy even a great power. The demons that are summoned don't naturally have the performance of a field boss, and they are considerably weakened and become subordinates, but now that Nacht's power is increasing, her power will also be immeasurable.
　Perhaps she was looking for a fight, but blue magic power was gathering in her palms.

'A reminder is a reminder. And besides you, the human form is sufficiently monster-stained, too. I can't even get a man near Aisha.
　Of all the summoned beasts Nacht had on hand, only Levy could take the human form of a decent woman.
　Nacht's regret for not being able to protect Aisha from the dragon's attack is deep. He was not going to weigh himself and regret it after losing it. I'm not going to be able to get it right.
　Behind his shunting manner, Nacht was more worried about Aisha than anyone else. He was too overprotective to send Levi.
　Maybe that was Nacht's way of making amends.

''I'm a woman, but I can be a man too, okay?　So even a girl can eat well, though.
　Levy's attitude was endlessly unpleasant, as if to say that he was going to eat Aisha.

''-- If you mess with Aisha, I'll kill you?
　The words he spat out were strong and sharp.
　His heart was filled with a throbbing black emotion.
　The blackness that seemed to be the embodiment of such thoughts gathered in Nacht's hands.
　Nacht felt once again the strength of his own possessiveness.

'I'm afraid, I'm afraid, I'm not that lifeless. But still, you're loved, Aisha-chan--I can't help but feel jealous--''
　A dazed voice shook my eardrums. It was a heart-stopping tone just to hear it.
　Nacht sighed at Levy, who had turned slightly red, and waved his hand depressingly, erasing the blackness of his hand.

'Go if you understand--I'm in a bad mood now--'

Are you jealous of the Lord?　We're kindred spirits.

Don't make me say it again. Go.

Yes, sir.
　One blink and the cheerful voice remained, and Levy was gone.

'Jealousy, huh?'
　For the first time today, the weight of the exhale increases for the first time today.
　Levy's words and actions were not wrong. Nacht was jealous of Aisha's father.
　He was frustrated that the presence of the past, which was only an illusion, had captured Aisha's heart more than Nacht's living in the present.

'How ugly - no better than a brat that has sprung up in hell.

　I'm sorry.
　But I don't regret it.
　Nacht's words are all true in a cruel way.
　If you want to be a follower of the Spiritual Dragon, you cannot be trapped in death and cling to the past.

　But surely--
　No, I have no doubt that Aisha will get over it.
　There's no way she's going to be fooled by a puppet (crap), I'm sure of it.
　So my only real concern is whether or not Aisha hates me, that's all. Just the thought of Aisha hating him was enough to make Nacht feel a painful tightening in the back of his mind.
　He could almost stop breathing, which he didn't need to.

'Aisha, don't forget--you're the dragon's--my squire--'

　As Nacht was dazed by himself, there was a lot of noise around him.
　Looking around, there were many people looking up at Nacht, who were sitting on the roof. Perhaps because they were in a church-like place, they were all young children.

'Sis, there's a strange man on the roof!

I can see my pants!

Who are you?
　A dozen children were looking up at Nacht. I'll spare you the spectator's fee at this time.
　A little girl, perhaps overhearing the commotion of these children, slipped through the intervals and came in front of Nacht. Only in comparison to the people around her, but she is a little more mature.

'Everyone, get away!'
　Such a girl uttered a sharp voice.
　It was a clear tone, as if she was scared of something, yet she was confronted by something.

''Hey, who are you!　You're the enemy!　Well, you're not going to rob me, are you?　This is the church of the holy dragon watcher!　Give me your hand!　You'll be turning the Holy Dragon Church into an enemy!
　Nacht corrects his thoughts from a few seconds ago.
　Perhaps the least mature person is this girl. In fact, the only one who is upset is this girl, and the other children were looking at us curiously and happily.

''Hmm, the gatekeeper even mistook me for a nobleman but you're mistaking me for a robber...''
　It's rare to find someone who doesn't look at Nacht and take a favorable view of him. In that sense, it wouldn't be hard to say that she was clever.
　However, from Nacht's point of view, it seemed as if the girl was on guard for something from the start. In her hand, she had a sword in her hand, carefully prepared.

''Huh?　Huh?　My nobleman!　I'm sorry!
　And then the girl, who was mistaken again, started bowing her head a hundred and eighty degrees with a different attitude.
　Nacht looked at the girl, thinking that she was a moderately interesting fellow.

'I'm not a nobleman, I'm just a traveler passing through - you can call me Nacht-chan, as a matter of familiarity, okay?

'Yes, eh, eh, sh, I'm sorry, Nacht!　I am Tina, a maiden in the service of the Fire Dragon. I am Tina Silzard.　What can I do for you, sir?

I have no use for this. --Or should I say, no. You know, Tina, I've got a funny feeling about you.
　Bikun, Tina's shoulders shook.
　Nacht didn't miss it.

'Why don't we have a little chat, miko Tina?
　Nacht's eyes were never kind as he listened to her.
　Tina took a step back.
　It was the eyes of a hunter who had found his prey.