episode_0359

“Um…”

A quiet street in the capital city. Don’t you sometimes feel that sense of déjà vu while walking along a paved block?

When you get the impression that the atmosphere on the streets has suddenly become gloomy, that people’s faces have become increasingly dark, or that the number of vagabonds has increased.

Because of this, Yura was feeling unidentifiable anxiety. If Lucia, who was proudly leading the way, had overturned him, he would have run away without even looking back.

“Well… this is the destination, right?”

“Uh. I heard from Maeve that if you walk along the 14th street in the commercial district, there’s no way anyone will notice you.”

I already knew who Maeve was.

Maeve Butterfield. He is Lucia’s friend whom she met at the academy, and is currently working as an apprentice at the best law firm in the empire.

When Yura first heard that story, he couldn’t help but have a question mark in his mind.

‘Isn’t this a fantasy world? Wasn’t it a world where nobles defended themselves by saying that they were great?’

Of course, I don’t say my thoughts out loud.

I still couldn’t believe that there was a secret to being connected to a loved one, but since he was Lucia’s classmate at the academy and had the status of a lawyer with the Emperor’s seal, there seemed to be no need to be overly suspicious.

“Here!”

Eventually, Yura’s gaze turned upward as her footsteps suddenly stopped.

[Adult Department Store]

‘…what?’

“What are you doing? Not coming in.”

“Huh?”

“Come in quickly. Everyone is staring.”

At those words, Yura glanced back.

People on the roadside were looking at us strangely.

A man wearing overalls. A woman walking with a bundle on her head. Even a gentleman in a suit and a beggar holding a can look this way. Make eye contact and then avoid eye contact!

‘What on earth?!’

Could it be that they are dealing with illegal goods? Although Lucia wields a sword, she appears to be an ordinary girl. So there would be no reason to feel intimidated or scared…

‘Still, since I’m a lawyer, it wouldn’t be a place where I would be caught somewhere.’

I think so, but the problem was the suspiciousness of this store.

There is a window, but it is covered with a curtain so I don’t know what is on display. And just as I was about to take a step back due to an ominous premonition, a vicious hand grabbed my wrist.

*

Lien, the imperial capital, is mostly flat, but as you go to the outskirts, there are small hills and rivers surrounding it.

Where did they say distribution of assets? It is good land.

Because it has abundant intelligence, it is good to grow not only crops but also herbs that consume intelligence, and there is a vast forest nearby, so it is good to work without worrying about others.

“I guess the emperor also likes the kid a lot. Give me this good land.”

He has to ride a carriage for two hours to get to the capital, but that’s not a problem at all.

There’s teleportation, and nobles don’t like dealing with things, so Hugo’s mansion, which only has a mansion and no manor, is strange.

“Shiron just accepted it again?”

“Well, wasn’t the kid also considerate of that in his own way?”

Seira leisurely sipped her black tea and continued speaking.

“Well, it’s not that I don’t understand. How much hardship must the emperor have suffered so far. Wouldn’t he suddenly take off his male attire and reveal himself as a woman? Isn’t that also a baby you don’t know who the heck it is? Even if it was the iron-blooded Franz rather than Victor, he would not have been able to avoid the attacks of his subjects.”

“Did you receive the title?”

“He couldn’t refuse. Is there Mount Macal? That pioneer village.”

“Yes.”

“The region there will be named Prohan, and Siron will be appointed as its margrave.”

“…is it good? I thought they would give me the dukedom since dukedom is the best.”

‘Wasn’t the Margrave Award given to someone who was demoted to Hanji?’

Lucia folded her fingers and began to count the noble ranks. In a history class and etiquette class I once took, I learned that the duke was the highest.

It is not a title that can be given easily. Since ancient times, it has been certain that the Duke and Marquis are relatives of the Most High.

Since both Victor and Louise gave birth to Siron’s child, it was even more incomprehensible that Siron received the Margrave.

“Is there a need to hurry? After all, the emperor’s only blood relative is Siron’s child. What did you say, was it Ubix?”

“Ah! I saw them too and they were cute. The other kid said Fiore.”

Lucia even clapped her hands in response to Yura’s response. Seira opened her eyes towards the two.

“By the way, why did you guys come here? Do you really want to lend a hand?”

Seira turned her head and pointed to the construction site behind.

It had only been a day since the fief was assigned and nothing had progressed, but the golems she had summoned were clearing an inch of forest before the tea had even cooled down.

Cutting down trees, digging wells, and breaking and pulling out huge rocks. Lucia almost nodded, thinking that maybe that could be the newlywed’s home, but Lucia could barely shake her head.

“The reason I came here is to tell a story that I couldn’t tell without you.”

“…Is this an old story?”

Seira’s expression became serious and she stared at Yura, who had been hesitant from earlier.

If you think about it, it’s only been 15 days since we returned from the Demon World. However, we were unable to share the honest story that we had planned to share when we had the chance.

Seira didn’t have time to follow Siron around, and Yura and Lucia… were probably busy with their own things.

” Now that I think about it, Siriel and Madam are looking at me in the mansion, and it may be a good thing that the emperor gave me a fief.”

“…What does that mean?”

“There are a lot of things we haven’t talked about yet. Why is Yura still alive, why did the Prien family come into being, what is Yura’s relationship with the kid… weren’t you trying to talk about things like that?”

“No?”

Lucia stared at Seira with an expression as if she was wondering what the hell she was talking about.

Then Seira’s eyebrows furrowed. Then what on earth happened to call a busy person aside?

“No, well… we’ll talk about that later. First of all, is there something more important than that?”

“What is that?”

“Yura’s love story?”

Now the gaze filled with disdain was turned to Lucia. Lucia blushed and hid behind the embarrassed Yura.

“Oh, no! Yura: If you talk about love, you’ll also talk about the past!”

“You really…”

Seira held back what she was about to say and sighed with a lot of emotion.

“Then let’s talk.”

“…Can I tell you?”

“I was also curious about the relationship between the kid and Yura, so let’s deal with it now.”

“Uh, uh…”

After Seira gave permission, Lucia took out a purple bottle from her pocket and held it out. At that moment, Seira’s eyes widen.

Gorgeous purple bottle. The identity of the liquid fluttering inside is…

“It’s a weak drug.”

“As expected, it’s Seira. I recognized it right away.”

“What should I do with this?”

“What can I do? Put Shiron and Yura in a room, feed them porridge mixed with this drug, and wait until they have sex…”

“Are you out of your mind?!”

bang!

A fist full of anger hit the table. Lucia was startled, and Yura gave Lucia a suspicious look.

“Why? Why are you suddenly so angry?”

“You have to say something that makes sense! If you feed them something like this… it’s rape!”

“…What do you mean, Seira? Rape.”

Lucia’s head tilted. And then he even shrugs his shoulders at the mocking mockery.

The unlucky face is a bonus.

“Yura and Shiron are in love with each other.”

“What bullshit?”

“Sometimes you think you’re smart, but there’s something strange about you?”

Lucia spoke with an unlucky look on her face.

“Seira. When has Siron ever done something like rape?”

“There is.”

“……There is one? When?”

Yura’s eyes widened. Siron raped you? When is it? Latera must have been present in all of his sexual situations…

“The devil in my head without my consent…”

[hey! Who are you calling the devil?]

“Then what was that a week ago?”

At the moment when Seira was going back and forth with her other self, Lucia just twitched and snapped her fingers.

“A week ago. I can still clearly hear your moans and the sound of creaking springs that echoed through the annex.”

“That’s…”

“Why do you think I’m lying?”

“…”

“Seira. If you lie around like that and say it’s rape, that’s enough to make your butt grow hair. Oh, I guess the hair has already grown thick.”

“Are you saying you want to fight with me? Right?”

Seira raised the mana of her Danjeon. On the other hand, Lucia was unable to raise Danjeon’s mana. This is because Yura pinched her side.

A moment of silence.

Seira pressed her throbbing temple. How long will this meaningless argument continue?

‘What am I doing? Now that I think about it, the kid also used aphids.’

Of course, there was a possibility of extenuating circumstances since this was done out of a national judgment for the future of the empire…

In the end, it was Seira who surrendered.

“Then let me ask you just one question. I also got some medicine, so why did you come to me?”

“Can I use aphrodisiac?”

“Do whatever you want. If it’s clear that the two of you have romantic feelings.”

“…Keuhum.”

Yura cleared her throat when her turn finally came.

“This is a very rude question. You guys are the only friends I can talk about these things with right now?”

“What is it?”

“What did you wear when you were with Shiron?”

“……I wore the clothes you gave me.”

Seira answered while subtly avoiding eye contact.

Right now, she was wearing a slightly loose-fitting dress, because now that the curse had faded, she felt ashamed of wearing an outfit that looked like she could use magic well.

“What, didn’t you wear some sexy underwear?”

“…The clothes you gave me were so crazy that there was no need for them.”

“I see.”

Yura took out a notebook from her coat pocket and took notes.

Seira’s eyes turned to Yura’s body.

A coat that covers the entire body.

I wondered what kind of coat it was on this sunny spring day… but I caught a glimpse of her skin.

‘…what.’

“You didn’t use any tools?”

“Tools?”

“To excite the opponent more… a machine…”

“My hands and feet were tied…”

“I see.”

Sigh-

‘What on earth does this mean?’

Seira began to worry about the coat Yura was wearing.

*

Siron, who entrusted Seira with organizing the fief, headed to the next destination, Dawn Castle.

The reason was that he had to explain to Yuma about the demon’s residue and also check on her well-being.

Of course, a banquet was held for the master who was visiting after a long time.

I was very worried because they were demons that harbored hatred for the Demon God, but fortunately, they didn’t attack the dregs.

“This woman, someone told me, is the original of Polymorph.”

The only one who reacted noticeably was Demodoras, who woke up. The demon’s execution has been postponed, but the subjugation has been completed, so she no longer needs to sleep.

“Was the second most trusted person a demon god?”

“That’s not it.”

“You have a complicated face.”

“I’ll tell you when I get the chance. It hasn’t been sorted out yet.”

Siron said that and returned to the room he was using.

At the end of the Dawn Castle hallway. At the time of possession, the room where I woke up after fainting after being hit by Lucia.

It seems that Yuma used it as she pleased for a while, but now that Shiron has returned, there is no trace of her left.

Yuma wasn’t so insensitive that he didn’t notice the feeling of wanting to be alone.

“…”

Instead, it was another woman in the room.

A woman who looks exactly like the friend she had love and hate for in her past life.

The dregs of the demon.

She slowly approached and tugged on the hem of Siron’s clothes.

More precisely, the pants dance.

“That’s right. Please talk to me. If you do this, only I will be in trouble.”

“…horse. I don’t have enough strength.”

“You can do it.”

“…something that feels good. Please do it.”

“Do whatever you want.”

Even while sighing, Siron could not resist the woman who was digging into his arms.

‘How did it end up like this?’