Being Able to Edit Skills in Another World, I Gained OP Waifus

It was a very strange person who took me in.

The "visitor" is what Ashtarthae calls him.

A person from another world? I'm not sure.

Doesn't it feel weird to know that I'm a demon?

Demon race is an abomination in this world.

Because they don't fit in with the human culture.

Because they see things differently.

If someone talks to a tree or an animal as if they were a friend, and then just stands around for hours in a daze, I don't blame them if they think it's creepy.

I'm in the human world too, so I know what that's like.

The race that didn't fit in with the human culture like the elves and dwarves do is the demon race.

That is the demon race.

I am the last of the demon race.

When I found that out, everyone hated me, so I decided to call myself a dark elf.

This brown skin and long ears.

That's about the only race that can be faked.

Well, the dark elves were hated there too.

So even after we were sold to the slavers, we were assigned the darkest and smallest room.

They said there was no way they could find a buyer for you.

The other people were all mature and beautiful enough.

Some of the slaves are found by noblemen and become partners with adventurers. Those people get paid for their work and buy themselves out and become free.

Slavery isn't that bad, though.

But I didn't think I had that kind of happy future.

(Ashtarthae?)

So, I'm the last of the demons, right?　Can't we just let it perish?

(Ashtarthae?)

Please answer me.

Why am I still alive?

"Someday you'll meet a man who can resonate with you.

There is no such person?

I'm sure there is no one.

I'm sure there is no one who tells me that I'm important.

The person who tells me that I am important.

Such a person cannot exist in this world.

Look at this.

I'm small. My chest is flat.

It's a good thing that I'm not going to be able to tell you what to do. I'm not going to be able to tell you what to do, but I'm not going to tell you what to do.

My parents died before they could unbind me with magic.

Ashtarte, I don't want to get my hopes up.

I'll make a wager, Ashtarte.

If there is someone somewhere who has an echo with me.

I'll give him/her all of me

I think I've been talking to Ashtarthae about that the whole time I was in the slavery shop.

(...... Ashtarteh?)

Was I right?

Because there was no one in this world who could resonate with me.

You see, this person who is pulling my hand now is from another world.

Master?

What is it, master? Huh?　Sorry for holding your hand, what do you mean?

I always wash my hands, so I don't have to worry about it," he said.

I'm the master's slave. I'm a slave to my master.

Why are you in such a hurry?

Why is he wandering around?

Aren't you used to doing this?　I see.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, master.

I was my first slave.

I ask my master.

(Doesn't he find me unpleasant?)

In response to my question, he said, "Why? I hear that.

What a weird person.

(Because I'm a demon.)

Huh, I'm from another world, so I don't know all the races around me, elves, dwarves, dark elves, demons, and frankly, they're all the same?

I mean, even people are pretty scary, right?　That's how it works: .......

(Because that's what my skin looks like.)

Huh?　"Are the brown vines the crown jewel of mankind?　I don't understand. Is it a spell or something?

(Because my eyes are like this.)

What's cool about ......?　Magic Eye?　Is there such a thing in this world?

(Because I'm ...... alone in this world.)

...... Is your master alone too?

That's a lie. Your master is human, right?

No. Didn't you say that you and a few people from another world have transitioned together?

Huh, you got kicked out because you couldn't read the air, right?

Is that why you look so lonely?

I'm sorry!　It's not a bad word!

I'm sorry, sir. That wasn't what the slave said.

'I don't know a single person in this world. So I need Cecil to help me.

.................. What's that?

(Ashtarthae?)

Did I just resonate with you?

I was shaken, and my heart was shaken.

(...... Ashtarthae)

Please respond.

?　Do I get to decide?

Because this man does not bind me?

How could you possibly know that?

So, Cecil.

Yes, sir.

Nice to meet you.

I regrasp that person's hand. The bad news, sir.

'Cecil-Fallot?'

Yes, sir.

Farot. The family name of the last demon.

Only I and Ashtarteh know it.

The person from the other world said the same word again. "Pharot.

I'm shivering again, hmmm.

.................. Huh?　Huh?

(Ashtarte)

I'm going to believe in this person.

I feel the same thing from him.

I can't help it.

We have already made a contract.

When my father and mother died, it is as if I died once.

If I could resonate with this person who has taken my hand away.

I am willing to die for this person.

That must feel so good, right? Hey, Ashtarte.

'Souma-Nagy...... Nagi-sama?'

Yeah, Cecil.

I hold his hand and start to walk with him.

To a new place.

If this person is someone I can trust.

I'm willing to give my all for this man ...... Nagi, right?

(Hey, Ashtarte?)

I felt as if my invisible friend was laughing.

Lead me to the next place, and then my disappearing friend, Ashtarthae.

(Thank you, it was.) (Thank you, Ashtarthae.)