In the year 891 of the Glorious Calendar, a new Demon King was born at the bottom of the abyss.

The demon race that has been sealed for over two hundred years resurfaced from the abyss, defeating the human race and making them constantly retreat.

The army pushed towards the royal city, and the Holy Monarch of the human race fought alone against the Demon King for three days and three nights. The protection of the God of Light never came until the Holy Monarch was exhausted and defeated.

The desperate people insulted him, spurned him, and insisted that his conviction must be impure. Even questioning the conviction itself, allowing the raging fire to burn down the Brett Temple.

Three days later, the demon army mysteriously retreated.

And disappeared together, was also the trace of the Holy Monarch.

People who were too regretful searched everywhere, but no one knew where the young king, who had always been kind, had gone.

Until the spring breeze melted the snow in the ruins of the temple, and the autumn breeze buried the withered herbs.

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It was said that in those days, as a condition for retreating, the Demon King took away a human as his own spoil and s*ave.

The s*ave has a pair of violet eyes, and when they smile, it always feels a bit sad. It was none other than His Majesty the Holy Monarch who once lived in the temple.
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One afternoon, after a long time, the flowers of the Gasuo Abyss bloomed.
　
Flowers were planted by the s*ave themselves, the Demon King had mocked him a lot at that time, because human flowers will never bloom in the abyss.

Unexpectedly, they really thrive, resulting in the Demon King to be in a good mood. Thinking about his past of venting hatred and harm on the s*ave, but now that the times have changed, it has become a relationship where he can snuggle up and admire the flowers together.

The Demon King believed that in the future, he could be more kind to the s*ave. For example, stop making this person a s*ave and choose a good day to be crowned as the Queen of the Demon King.

Langmuir quietly rested on the Demon King’s shoulder, with a clear light in his eyes.

Stepping into this dark abyss for seven years, it feels like a big dream. Now, he knew clearly that he had run out of oil and was about to die.

But today, he is fortunate to see the flowers blooming in the abyss like a tapestry.

He thought to himself: I can now finally close my eyes in peace.

——I came to the abyss to plant a flower for you to wash away my sins.

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