episode_0008

The mansion of Dawn Castle. One of the many windows in the top floor hallway.

“Surprise… … .”

Lucia sighed and rubbed her chest.

Was it a moment before I leaned against the window and looked at the boy with my chin resting? This was because his gaze was intertwined with that of a demon girl who claimed to be Siron’s errand boy.

My pride is hurt for no reason, so I grit my teeth.

‘What on earth is this doing…’

I heard chattering noises in the morning, so I opened the window and there I was, practicing yesterday’s nonsense. Moreover, isn’t he accompanied by some demon girl today?

What if I end up hurting myself like that? That kind of worry inevitably comes to mind. Have you ever felt any ill-will? Doesn’t this make you feel like a mother who left her child at the water’s edge?

‘mom…?’

Lucia momentarily opened her eyes wide.

Crazy, crazy! I’m dying of resentment for not being able to date and falling behind. What kind of mother are you? Lucia had goosebumps on her forearms and rubbed them roughly. It feels unfamiliar and makes me feel nauseous.

Lucia brushed her frizzy hair up and tried to calm her mind with the cold wind.

‘But I didn’t break my stubbornness.’

Lucia just felt fortunate.

Perhaps Siron will give up the sword. Wouldn’t I be stuck in a corner somewhere, sobbing, and wetting my sleeves with tears? I was worried.

However, instead of crying, Siron abused his body in a more ignorant way than yesterday.

I thought that was training or training and fell asleep.

He jumps around wearing chain mail and plate armor. He is even carrying a seemingly heavy backpack on his back.

“I’m glad I don’t get sick after doing that.”

Lucia looked away from the two.

She roughly strokes her messy hair and decides to do her bit.

Since there were so many things I didn’t know, I decided to do some research first.

*

The next morning.

Lucia opened her eyelids at the sound coming from outside the window.

I roughly cleaned my messy hair and opened the window wide. My mind, which had been clouded by the cold winter wind, became clear.

“Hmm.”

Today again, Siron was training ignorantly in the training hall.

Normally, the day after working hard, one would end up sick with body aches, but the more I looked at it, the more surprising it was.

Of course, there are cases where warriors or monks who have reached a certain level go about their daily lives without difficulty even the day after their death as if nothing had happened, but isn’t poetry a child’s work at best?

‘More than that… … .’

Lucia’s gaze moved from Siron to the maid serving beside her.

If you listen closely and listen to their conversation, you will see that her name is Ophelia.

While the demon girl named Encia from yesterday had a lively appearance, this girl seemed somewhat timid and shy.

She was wearing the same maid uniform with flowing frills, but her hair was shaped differently. She was a girl with soft-looking hair that hung down to her waist, and with a headband calmly tied down, she gave off a demure look.

‘Even so, they are demons.’

It was a scene that was difficult to understand in many ways.

There was nothing I could understand about a demon acting as an errand boy for a human child, even if it was evil.

Even 500 years ago, crazy people obsessed with trading thought nothing of being kind to humans.

however.

According to what I investigated yesterday, that was not the case.

The only humans in this mansion were myself and Shiron. There was no way to know what on earth the demon had done to be so shy and smile brightly at a word from such a little boy.

At least as far as Lucia knows, demons don’t hum songs or make flower crowns or anything like that.

It seems that Siron asked a girl named Ophelia for a favor. Lucia can only guess that way.

After sweating a lot, Siron took off his armor and approached Ophelia. Ophelia slowly stands up and places a wreath on Siron’s head.

“… … Chew.”

Lucia felt nauseous. He frowned as if he had seen something he wasn’t supposed to see.

I felt like my stomach was turning because they were acting like they were the main characters in a fairy tale.

That was when I took a deep breath and watched those two create a scene from a fairy tale.

“!”

Siron tore the wreath on his head into pieces.

-Do… Master?

-I’m sorry, but thank you! Ophelia!

“… … uh. Huh?”

Lucia was so shocked that she couldn’t keep her mouth shut.

Have you lost your fear? The scene unfolding before my eyes gradually reached a point where I could not understand it.

The demon girl sniffled, wiping her tears with her sleeves, and Shiron laughed out loud, wondering what was so good about it.

Thanks to you, I feel very refreshed. So pop! Siron patted the back of Ofelia, who was crying, laughing until the corners of her mouth split.

However, rather than stop crying, the maid cried so loudly that the world left her.

Lucia let out a soft sigh as she looked at the scene.

“Trash… .”

trash. Siron was literally trash.

No matter how much Lucia hated demons, it was not enough to tolerate such behavior.

What Siron did was so bad that even the Holy Emperor’s Heresy Inquisitor waved his hand saying, “That’s a bit…”

To tear a gift that someone else had carefully made into pieces in front of that person. In Lucia’s eyes, Siron now seemed more evil than the demon named Ophelia.

Lucia turned her eyes to the strange sight of crying and laughing together, pressed her aching temples, and closed the window.

I plan to stop by the study today.

*

A week has passed since then.

?

Today I didn’t wake up to noises outside. Lucia thought that was strange and opened the window out of habit.

“… … ?”

There was no one outside the window. Perhaps it had snowed all night, but not a single footprint could be seen in the white snow field.

“Did you quit? .”

I was definitely training until yesterday, so it was strange.

‘What am I doing?’

The sun was already high in the sky.

Maybe my body got used to the sound of Siron training every morning, but I ended up oversleeping.

-smart

-Are you awake? miss.

Was it a time to relax and stretch your sore body? A woman’s voice was heard along with a knock.

“… … Come in.”

-Excuse me.

The heavy door opened and two maids carrying a basin and toiletries on a cart walked lightly into the room.

“… … Thank you every time.”

“No. miss. This is what we must do.”

The maids adjusted Lucia’s messy hair with skilled hands.

Eventually, Lucia got used to being attended to by maids. Although she used polite language at first, it soon became natural for her to treat them condescendingly.

Every time I used an honorific word, I made a fuss and faced a joke where I didn’t know what to do, so it happened unexpectedly.

Soak both hands in warm water in a basin to thaw them and wash your face.

Wipe your face with a hot, steamy wet towel.

‘Is this the life of a nobleman?’

Lucia relaxed her entire body, enjoying the soft texture to the fullest. A pleasant smile suddenly appeared on my lips.

Now it doesn’t matter that the people using the mansion are demons.

What if it was a demon? The world must have changed over the past 500 years. And I decided to skip it.

There was no way to know whether Siron knew their identities or not, but even he felt foolish for complaining about something he didn’t care about.

After finishing combing the hair, the maids tied the hair that went slightly past the shoulders with smooth silk.

One of the maids brought a mirror and reflected Lucia’s face in it. In the mirror was a cute, red-haired girl.

“Are you planning to go to the study today?”

“Yes, that’s right.”

Lucia smiled bitterly and held out her hand towards the maid.

There was a clanking sound and a bundle of keys was placed.

*

The road to the study.

Lucia recalled herself living in the study for the past week.

My shoulders slumped and I sighed.

“… … I thought it would be easy.”

Lucia was currently facing a big problem.

It was none other than reading.

The problem was so big that for a week there was no progress in researching data, so much so that training was neglected.

‘Even in my past life, I never missed training.’

I promised myself that I would make at least one page of progress today, so I put the key in the keyhole of the study and pulled the door.

Clap-

“Huh?”

Clap-clap-clack-

“This. why. It won’t open?”

It was an amazing thing. The door that opened just yesterday won’t open.

“Huh!”

No matter how much force you apply, it remains steadfast.

I tried to push the door as hard as I could to see if it could be opened, but it didn’t budge.

When I tried to pull out another key, wondering if I had put the key in wrong.

“Evil!”

I hit my face against the door that suddenly opened.

“… … ?”

Did he gently open his eyes while touching his forehead?

Lucia was startled and took a step back.

“What are you doing…? … .”

It was Siron who opened the door from the inside. I was wondering why he wasn’t at the training center, but he was here.

“Well, what are you doing? The door doesn’t open… .”

“The door won’t open?”

Siron saw a keyhole in Lucia’s words.

And he was looking at Lucia with pitiful eyes.

Siron turned the key exactly twice in the keyhole, as if demonstrating it himself.

Clap-clap-clack-

“The door was already open, so I turned the key one more time and it locked again.”

“… … that. That’s right.”

Lucia felt like she wanted to hide in a rat hole. My face became extremely hot and blood rushed to my face.

Just bow your head for a moment.

“Hey. What are you doing?”

“Huh?”

“Didn’t you have something to do? Why are you just standing there blankly? If you keep quiet, it will close.”

“… … .”

Isn’t Siron looking at Lucia and waiting with the door open as if telling her to come in quickly?

“… … Thank you.”

Lucia entered the study, relieved that Siron did not laugh at her.