Love eventually flows like water

A thousand years after the Undead Empire vanished, the little skeleton who used to farm was still tending to his fields, until the summoning portal reopened.
"Are you guys hungry? I’ve been farming for a thousand years and have stored a tiny bit of food."
"Have these fields been deserted? Can I plant things?"
"The princess's city on the hill doesn’t allow farming? Then never mind, I won't go."
"They want to tax me but won't let me farm? Wipe them out!"

Foreign Land Reclamation By a Vegetable-growing Skeleton

A fire basin? A demon offering? A demon? Why does this aura seem a bit familiar? These thoughts just popped up in Negris's mind when he heard Ange angrily shout, "Turus! You burnt my field!"


Negris almost fell to the ground, as he tried to restrain the furious Ange with a wry smile, "It's not Turus, Not Turus. Turus is dead, dead."


This skull won't get over it, will it? Last time in the Black Mountain Kingdom, he called any demon he saw Turus. Now he sees a demon and calls it Turus again. Surely not all demons are Turus?


Wait a minute, now that I think about it, isn't this that demon from the Black Mountain Kingdom?


"Is it you? The demon from the Black Mountain Kingdom?" Negris asked in surprise.


The Lord of Terror, with a pained expression, asked, "Who exactly is this Turus? Do I look like him?"


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