What if you are reborn as a demon after a funeral?.

If we're talking about doing bad things, he certainly has countless examples to list, but Ash feels that recently... at least he hasn't been bullying Abby, right?

But looking at the little head peeking out from the golden wheat field... although it was blond, the black hat was quite eye-catching, and he couldn't help but look back.

"~~?!" As soon as their eyes met, Abby, like a startled little animal, quickly squatted down and used wheat to shield his gaze, leaving only a few strands of golden hair drifting slowly down in the morning breeze.

Although it looked quite amusing, Ash was also somewhat exasperated and couldn't help but call out, "Abby, did I do something weird?"

"......"

"If you don't say anything, I'm leaving, okay?"

Sitting in the rice paddy, Ash, who was on the ridge, seemed about to leave, causing Abby to hesitate and peek out, shaking her head slightly: "N-nothing..."

"Then why are you avoiding me?"

"Because...I heard that you lied to us..."

"What? Feelings? I'm planning to take responsibility. In the end, I can't possibly bear to leave you, can I?"

“No! It’s…it’s…” Abby pursed her lips and whispered, “Mr. Ash is not only the uncrowned ruler of this world, but also…the Demon King.”

"What's the matter?"

"In the Lord's story, the Demon King is the bad guy... Is Mr. Ash the bad guy?"

"Is it possible that I am also God?"

"Master... the bad master?"

"No, why do you think of me as a bad person? I'm the one who brought peace to the world!"

“But… Mr. Ash is the Demon King…” As a devout Puritan who had read Bible stories since childhood, Abby clenched her clothes, her eyes filled with some struggle and confusion: “The Lord said that the Demon King brings disaster, plunges the world into darkness, and is an evil being…”

This strange statement made Ash inexplicably want to laugh. He got up and slowly walked towards Abby, squatted down in front of her, and looked her straight in the eye.

"Abby, why are you confusing the demon king in the story with me? When you were treated as a witch, wasn't I still on your side? Why are you afraid of me now that the roles are reversed? Is this differential treatment?"

"This...I'm so sorry..." Recalling the past trial for heresy, Abby couldn't help but hug the teddy bear in her arms, lowering her head in guilt:

“It’s not that I don’t trust Mr. Ash, it’s just… the Demon King is a bit scary… no, extremely scary… a real Demon King… so… should I arrange an exorcism ritual for you?”

"No? Wait a minute? Do you want to listen to what you're saying?" Ash, speechless, couldn't help but reach out and press his hand on her head, shaking her little head as if she were a toy.

"You, a number one follower of an evil god, are arranging an exorcism for me? Exorcising yourself or me?? Both at the same time? A double suicide? Are you serious?"

"—No, no! I'm not a witch!" Abby protested frantically, her little face flushed red, her eyes filled with grievance. "I just wanted to exorcise the demon from you! I didn't have any other intentions..."

"...No, I'm already the Demon King, why do you think there are still demons that can possess me?"

“This…” Abby paused, tilted her head and thought for a moment before saying with some doubt, “It seems so? In other words, Mr. Ash won’t change…?”

"How could I change? The only one who would change is you, right? In the end, didn't you change first, and then come directly to me?"

"Because! If I don't see you for a long time, I'll turn into a bad child... It's true! You didn't believe me and suddenly left for so many days..."

As she said this, poor little Abby stretched out her little hand and secretly grabbed his little finger.

I vaguely remember Lisher hearing this before, and Abby has also repeatedly emphasized that she is afraid of being alone and that if she goes far away, she will become a bad child... I just didn't expect that she would actually become a bad child and even follow me.

However... Ash looked down, one hand holding the doll and the other gripping Abby's hand, and couldn't help but laugh:

"You accept that you also have a bad side, so why do you still mind that I'm the Demon King?"

"It's not that I accept it, nor that I mind... I'm worried that Mr. Ash might turn into a bad kid someday."

Abby's voice was barely audible, yet incredibly earnest.

Looking at the girl in front of him, who was clearly afraid of loneliness and change, yet was quite worried about him, he didn't know whether to be angry or amused.

"I've become a bad kid?" Ash repeated Abby's words, then sighed deeply. "Abby, I'm the Demon King. Demon Kings are already seen as 'bad kids' by others. Do I need to change? Rather, it's impossible for me to change."

Upon hearing this, Abby shook her head vigorously, her golden hair shimmering in the sunlight.

"—It's different! Mr. Ash is different from the Demon King that others talk about! Mr. Ash is... is... a gentle person! He's the one who stands by my side when I'm lost, when I'm tormented by loneliness and anxiety... when I'm crying!"

"...In that case, are there any other questions?"

"It seems...that's right! I understand, so...since Mr. Ash is the Demon King, all I need to do is...become a witch, become a bad child." The timidity in the girl's words gradually disappeared as she continued speaking, and her tone also revealed a sense of emptiness.

Along with her long, golden hair, it gradually turned silver, and even her eyes began to turn crimson, faintly gleaming with an eerie light.

But after completing the transformation and becoming a good kid, Abby had a smile on her face:

"Thinking about it carefully, worrying is pointless. As long as I'm with you... Demon King, witch, and all that doesn't matter. That way, we can even... do naughty things together~"

"No... I just want you to believe me, not to ask you to follow me into a downward spiral..."

Ash chuckled awkwardly, unsure how to express his feelings tactfully.

Although he was the Demon King, he felt that the little witch in front of him seemed a bit too extreme.

"Hehe~ That kind of thing, whatever... I'm so lonely when you're not around, you must feel the same way, right?" Abby reached out and wrapped her arms around his neck, her bright red eyes beneath her silver hair revealing an almost insane obsession and dependence: "Let's do bad things together~?"

"No, no, no! Abby, calm down!" Ash tried to calm her down, gently placing his hands on her shoulders to try and keep her at a distance. "In broad daylight! You can't do strange things!"

"Hmm... Why do bad things have to be done secretly?" Abby tilted her head and asked blankly.

"Uh... I'm sorry, it was my mind that was dirty!"

He silently turned his face away, speechless as he faced the girl who, despite being a witch, was still much more innocent than himself.

This left Abby bewildered for a moment, but then she smiled again: "Ah~ I get it, you want to do that kind of thing? You're such a... naughty boy, hehe."

"I didn't, I didn't..." The girl's soft, bell-like voice sounded strangely jarring, leaving Ash unsure how to handle it.

"So even if... I do, right?"

With those words came a tremendous force, and Ash's back slammed heavily into the wheat field, causing the golden ears of wheat to sway in all directions like waves.

Looking up, Abby's long silver hair fell on both sides of his face, gleaming eerily in the sunlight.

"Wait, wait! Abby, listen to me—!"

His explanation was cut short by a sudden kiss.

The girl's lips were incredibly cool, yet surprisingly soft.

Ash's eyes widened as he saw a dangerous yet alluring light gleaming in the red pupils so close to his face.

It was only a short while after he was tackled that the sound of wheat being trampled came from afar, and the sound grew closer and louder, but the girl on top of him... had no intention of letting him go.

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Logically speaking, Ash and Abby have a very close relationship, so there shouldn't be much to worry about when they're together... they definitely won't argue or anything.

However, it was precisely because their relationship was so good that Philon felt a little uneasy.

At that time, Philon was talking with Ilya and Miyu.

Adding to Ash's threat the other day, she found herself in a rare long-term cold war with him, ignoring him completely.

Even so, her gaze would occasionally drift towards the two people in the wheat field.

When she saw the two suddenly disappear, a sense of foreboding welled up in her heart. She didn't care that the wheat field was planted by Aize himself, and she rushed over.

When she arrived, the sight before her made her freeze in shock—Ash was pinned down in the field by Abby, whose hair color had changed at some point, and they were passionately kissing.

For a long while, Philon was still unable to recover from the shock, because she could hardly imagine that Abby, who usually seemed shy, innocent, and cute, would so "forcefully" push Ash.

Ash, who was initially quite alert upon hearing the footsteps, also heard Philon's shocked voice coming from not far away:

"Lord Ash, Lord Abby... what... what are you doing?!"

"Hmm?" Upon hearing the sound, Abby reluctantly raised her head, lightly licking her lips with her tongue, and said with a contented expression, "Doing something naughty~"

"bad thing.....?"

"Ahhh~ It's really bad." Abby tilted her head and looked at Philon, a completely different person from her seductive demeanor just moments before: "Want to come together?"

"What—!" The words, beyond his comprehension, made Philon's face turn bright red instantly, and the wand in his hand fell to the ground with a "thud".

Ash hurriedly pushed Abby away, sat up, and hastily explained, "That's not how it is! It's a misunderstanding!"

"...What misunderstanding?"

"To be honest, I don't know! I just said it subconsciously!"

There was nothing he could do; he didn't know how to explain it at this point, so he could only bite the bullet and tell his true feelings.

At least if I tell the truth... maybe I'll get a lighter sentence?

But these words instantly earned him a cold and disdainful look from Philon, as if... he were looking at someone who was absolutely terrible.

Despite often being looked down upon, Ash was already used to this level of scrutiny, but at this moment he still couldn't help but protest:

"What's wrong with you? Am I the victim this time? Even if you want to blame someone, you shouldn't pin the problem on me, right?"

"That's true, but you must have provoked this child, right? Otherwise, why would a girl do something like this?"

"......"

"What? You're not going to say anything more in your rebuttal?"

"No, what you said makes so much sense, I can't refute it at all..."

Faced with that stern gaze, Ash helplessly clutched his head, racking his brains for a way to prove his innocence.

However, before he could come up with a solution, another commotion arose in the wheat field.

Ilya and Miyu rushed over upon hearing the noise and saw Ash sitting in the wheat field with Abby straddling him, her silver hair scattered messily, and her white-haired cheeks flushed with a captivating blush.

Miyu frowned immediately: "...Mr. Ash, you actually attacked Abby right here in the fields?"

"Why did you conclude that it was me who attacked us just because you saw us?"

"Because you also attacked me and Ilya, didn't you?" The girl blurted out her experience without thinking, causing Ilya to blush and nod vigorously, looking quite indignant.

This left him speechless, because... he had no way to defend himself against such accusations.

Although I was indeed attacked this time, given my past record, it's impossible to explain clearly, or rather... even if I did explain, it wouldn't make any difference.

Philon was trembling with rage, his eyes glazed over, and he remained silent for a long time before suddenly speaking in an unusually gentle tone, "Lord Ash... could you please explain this while I'm still laughing?"

"Huh? No... Don't lie to me! You didn't laugh at all!"

Ash cautiously looked up and saw that Philon's lips were indeed smiling—but it was clearly a distorted calm before the storm.