A Devil Who Wants To Be A Human

The Reason Why I'm Here

‘Dor.’ ‘Dor.’ ‘Dor.’ ‘Dor.’ There is someone shooting on the empty ground. He is young. He is about twenty years old. The youth’s breath is full on his face, sparking in his eyes, and overflowing while he is shooting. He is wearing a long black pants with shirtless on top of his body. The upside of his body looks tight with sweat flowing, which also envelops his thick, messy black hair that makes him look sexy. “What??” Shock Abelard. Beside him is a man, who is as tall as him with a wider body. That man wears a sewing vest and long black pants. His hair is semi white-black, long and wavy, flowing on his shoulders. Though he is quite old, his face shows different features. A few wrinkles on the bright brown skin. He is Aahva Aaric, Aberlard’s master. “Ha ha ha, you are already twenty years old and still not proficient in using a firearm?” Laugh Aahva. “How many times have I taught you about using a firearm!? hah!!” His mouth opens loudly with his both arms cross over his ch