The dim cave was left in silence.
In front of the cross, there was a circle of firewood, and between the cross and the wood, two people lay on the ground.
They were the Demon King and the Magical Girl.
A Recording Crystal hovered mid-air, aimed at the two's feet, with the angle tilting up, emitting a faint glow.
Shami's back had slammed into the ground, but due to his robust physique, he felt only a brief pain before it subsided.
Unscathed.
His attention turned to the soft Magical Girl lying on top of him.
Perhaps because the Magical Girl had a rather slender figure and the two were standing not far apart just now, her small head now nestled above his chest, their bodies closely pressed together.
Shami lifted his head to look, finding the Magical Girl's face buried in his chest flushed red, starting from her thin lips, upwards along her delicate nose, her eyes, even her smooth forehead was as red as could be.
The expression on that small face seemed as if the sky had fallen.
