Demon King Priest

Helen, who had left Ulysses, quickly ran to the forest not far from the coast. Arcelia was waiting for her with the pink rabbit in her arms.

"What's the matter!" Helen's tone was as cold as a glacier that had never melted.

"The girl in the black cloak was drunk and was sleeping in the sea of ​​pink flowers. Aya told me to ask you or the demon king named Ulysses to deal with it." Arcelia bluntly stated her purpose.

"Okay, I got it. I'll take care of it." After hearing Arcelia's words, Helen immediately ran in the direction of the pink flower sea. But the way she ran was very violent, as long as something blocked her way, it would be destroyed by her. It was almost like she was dissatisfied with something.

Arcelia stared at the trail that Helen opened in the forest for a while, she didn't expect Helen to react so impatiently.

‘Is it for the demon king? Does she feel unhappy just leaving him for a short while?' Arcelia looked at Ulysses who was practicing swords by the sea in confusion. He couldn't see how attractive he was.

‘Forget it, as Aya said, I will be able to meet the demon king named Ulysses formally soon, and I will eventually know what kind of demon king he is.' After thinking of this, Arcelia put her doubts aside. Then, she disappeared into the forest holding the pink rabbit in her arms.

After Helen left, Ulysses continued to practice swordsmanship. In front of him, countless sword shadows were struggling to fight the huge waves... However, it didn't take long for a slightly flustered girl's voice to interrupt Ulysses' sword practice.

"Big Brother! Sister Rasputin is gone. I can't find her." It was Cherie who hurriedly ran over. Her tender face was already full of transparent sweat, and crystal tears seemed to be faintly visible in her blue eyes.

"Cherie? What do you mean that Rasputin is gone? What happened?" Ulysses stopped swinging his sword in confusion. This deserted island was not too big. During this time, he and Rasputin had actually walked every part of the island, and they didn't find any powerful magic beasts. So with Rasputin's power, nothing should happen.

"This… This morning… I was waiting for Sister Rasputin to teach me magic, but after waiting for a long time, Sister Rasputin still didn't come. I went to the beach and near the forest where Rasputin often went, but she was not there. Does Big Brother know where Sister Rasputin went?" Cherie, who stopped just now, was panting.

"Uh! This..." Ulysses thought about it for a moment. Generally, Rasputin would teach Cherie magic in the morning. Why didn't she teach her? Did something unusual happen to her?

Speaking of something unusual... Ulysses' mind could not help but think of how Rasputin grabbed the wine jug from him this morning and fled with lightning speed. If he guessed correctly, she was probably drunk...

"Cherie, don't worry. Rasputin probably has something to do, so she can't teach you today. How about I teach you some common sense of magic?" Now that he knew probably why Rasputin didn't know up, Ulysses didn't worry much about her whereabouts. It was Cherie's lesson that should be resolved. To be honest, the time he spent with her recently was a lot less than before.

"Is that so? But Big Brother seems to be a light mage, and Cherie doesn't have talent for light magic. Does Big Brother know other magics too?" Hearing that Rasputin was okay, Cherie was relieved a lot and started to look at Ulysses curiously.

"Hmm! Actually, as long as it is magic, there are some similarities. Although I am a light mage, I also know a little about other magics. Cherie, what kind of magic talen do you have?" Ulysses suddenly remembered that he actually didn't know what magic talent Cherie had. This seemed a little strange. Cherie wouldn't hide this from him. Could it be...

"This..." Speaking of her magical talent, Cherie suddenly became a little hesitant, with a strange look on her face.

"What's the matter? Is your magic talent not high? It doesn't matter, in fact, my original magic talent is also very bad. But as long as I practice hard, I still have the hope of becoming a high-level mage." Was he wrong? He actually felt that she was a little afraid to tell him her magical talent.

"Fire… I seem to be good at fire magic! Big Brother, will you think that the girls who are talented at fire magic are not gentle!" After hesitating for a long time, Cherie finally said her magical talent.

"Fire? No. Magic talent is actually not related to a person's personality. Don't worry about it at all. Isn't Rasputin also a fire mage?" Ulysses was dazed when he heard Cherie's answer. He didn't expect that she was afraid to tell him because of this.

"Mhm! Sister Rasputin said the same. But Cherie has always liked the water magic. So I don't like fire magic that much." Cherie lowered her head and didn't let Ulysses see her current expression.

"Oh! Magic talents are innate, but the fire element is not bad. Anyway, I can teach you..." Ulysses did not pay attention to Cherie's behavior, and began to explain to her some common sense about the fire magic.

...

Unknowingly, the sun had slowly sunk to the west, and the evening sun shone on people, making people feel warm. The endless blue ocean in front of the beach slowly turned into another color. There was a hint of coolness in the wind, telling Ulysses who was still training at the beach that night was coming.

"Mhm! It's time to go back." Ulysses looked at the blood-red sunset to the west, put the sword into the Dark Dimension Space, and slowly walked back towards the cave.

‘Rasputin should have already prepared the dinner too. When I see her later, I have to scold her. She actually put Cherie's class aside so she can drink. It's better not to give her alcohol in the future. Girls shouldn't drink too much…' Ulysses started to think about Rasputin's drinking as he walked slowly.

"Big Brother!" "Daddy!" Helen and Cherie found him a few tens of meters away from the cave, and ran to him quickly, hugging his arm, one on each side.

‘Huh? Strange? Where is Rasputin? She should have prepared dinner at this time and waited for me to come back outside the cave?' Ulysses looked around suspiciously, but he still couldn't find Rasputin, and there was no sign of dinner on the stone table outside the cave.

"Cherie, Helen? Do you know where Rasputin is?"

"Sister Rasputin is sleeping in the cave. No matter how we called her, she wouldn't wake up! Is she sick?" Cherie answered Ulysses' question.

"Oh? Let me take a look. You can wait here. Ah, if you are hungry, you can eat these fat bread first." Hearing Helen's answer, Ulysses got some idea in his heart. He took out a few fat breads from the Dark Dimension Space and put them on the stone table, then walked into the cave.

After walking into the girl's residential area, he easily found Rasputin, who was lying on her own bed slumbering. However, the beautiful face that was originally white and tender had now become red, indescribably cute.

‘The smell is…' Ulysses walked to Rasputin's side and sniffed her body. In addition to the girl's body scent, there was also a strong scent of alcohol. He touched her forehead and face lightly with his hand again, both areas were hot.

"Sure enough! She is drunk!" After checking, Ulysses sighed. He was no stranger to this situation, his friend beastmen warrior Kanka often got drunk. The hateful thing was that he always liked to go to his cabin to sleep when he was drunk. God knows how he found his cabin when he was so drunk.

However, he only gave Rasputin a jug of wine! How could Rasputin become so drunk? Kanka could only get drunk after drinking a dozen jugs of wine like that! Rasputin said that she liked drinking very much. How could a jug of wine make her so drunk? ? Looking at Rasputin, who was already drunk and unconscious, Ulysses was very confused.

Rasputin burped, then tossed the sheet covering her aside.

"Seriously! Rasputin, it's easy to catch a cold like this!" Ulysses hurriedly put the sheet she had thrown away back on her body.

"U... Ulysses." As if talking in a dream, Ulysses' name suddenly appeared in Rasputin's mouth.

"Ulysses, you...know...know...I like you!"