Bab 80: A punishment for an annoying Demon Lord is to make him flustered

"If it's something that God gave you to hold...is it something like a sacred mission?"

Natha pondered for a while, and then turned to look at me—it was the same face he made before he spoke that censored name. I was getting ready for another censorship because of that, but he just leaned into the armrest and answered with a rather forlorn smile.

"The King called it 'destiny' rather than a mission," he said finally.

It was quite weird. I thought, as the direct subordinate of the King, which was the Demon God's apostle, he would be thrilled about getting this mission or destiny or whatever. Well, he didn't exactly look displeased, but he did seem to be a bit uncomfortable.

Like the time I asked him about the stab wound for the first time.

Driven by instinct, my hands reached out and stroked his cheeks. As he looked at me with slightly widened eyes, I asked him about it. "Why? Did you not like carrying that destiny?"