The Grimoire of the Demon

‘(If you can read this, you are qualified for inheritance. If you are interested, please inherit.)’

It recited.

‘(What is this.)’

“Grimoire of a Magical Beast. This is the home of the Magical Beast Witch. Caramel is from here.”

Americano pointed at Caramel.

Caramel tilted her waist to the side and stared intently at the remains of the Magical Beast Witch.

They used to be together, so is she shocked to be reunited with her corpse? I couldn’t read her emotions from her expression alone.

‘(Next page.)’

“Okay.”

I turned to the next page.

I turned the pages one by one…

‘(Hard to read.)’

Even though the book was set at a 90-degree angle, Cappuccino is a small frog. In human terms, it looks like a giant tombstone.

It’s hard to read the letters at the top, and there are too few letters visible at a glance.

‘(Amel, just put me in your usual reading position and carry me on your chest.)’

“….”

She did as I said.

Of course, if I put the book on my thighs in a comfortable position as usual, my chest would cover the book at that angle.

I had no choice but to lift the book.

Fortunately, Americano’s [Strength] easily held the thick hardcover book with one hand.

‘(Next page.)’

‘(Next page.)’

‘(Next page.)’

A book with hundreds of pages.

“Haa~am.”

All the pages were blank.

They seemed like blank pages.

‘Not for Cappuccino, huh?’

The speed of turning the pages slowed down as we entered a difficult section.

I didn’t ask what it was about.

She’s very focused.

But suddenly, I have this thought.

Is Cappuccino seeing it?

Or is Win seeing it?

Then Cappuccino told me to turn to the next page, and Americano turned the page.

‘(So this is how higher species are born.)’

“Do you understand it?”

‘(I’m analyzing it with Win. The content is more interesting than I thought!)’

“What’s it about?”

‘(The evolution process of monsters and its causes and results. It says you can induce evolution to create more powerful monsters!)’

Monsters evolve?

Were there any monsters that seemed to have evolved?

I thought about it, but I don’t know.

I didn’t fight while considering such things.

“For example?”

‘(For example, Ogres. Ogres become especially stronger when they become Mountain Kings. Do you know why?)’

“Why?”

‘(Because they use Treants to dominate the mountains. They learn Druid’s magic to control Treants, and they use that to build their power and inflate their own strength.)’

“Is that evolution?”

‘(It’s a kind of evolution. And Ogres whose magic has matured become Landlords. The guy you fought before.)’

“….”

Ogre. Mountain King. Landlord.

The evolution process of Ogres.

Isn’t it just a job change process?

‘(Elder Treants also take advantage of that to evolve. They help each other.)’

“….”

‘(To give a simpler example, Slimes. Slimes have the property of turning solids into liquids, and they become Water Slimes, Metal Slimes, and Magma Slimes depending on the metal they absorb.)’

It was more modest than I expected.

‘(Do you think it’s modest?)’

“Well, yeah.”

‘(But anything basic is boring. What happens when this is applied and goes into the advanced course? Drake becomes Dragon!)’

Dragon.

I thought of Drake.

I thought of Dragon.

I compared the two.

“Is it biologically possible?”

‘(It’s magic. Think of it as reversing Drake’s bloodline and Rebirthing him to his ancestor. Ah, there’s a perfect expression!)’

“..?”

‘(Ancestral Regression!)’

Drake to Dragon.

That was definitely amazing.

‘(Amel!)’

“Why?”

Cappuccino patted Americano’s chest with her own hands.

‘(I want to inherit this!)’

“Isn’t it already inherited from the point you can read it?”

‘(You just have the qualification. The important information is missing, so you can’t use it with magic. You can’t read it unless you inherit it.)’

“Then do it.”

‘(Are you okay with it?)’

“Yeah.”

It means Cappuccino will become more useful.

I welcome such stories.

“Why? Are there any conditions?”

‘(Achieve humanization on your own. That’s the condition.)’

Humanization on your own.

Without the help of a witch?

That means the Magical Beast Witch can only become a humanized Magical Beast, and the owner of those remains was originally a Magical Beast.

Caramel, tired of waiting, lay down on a nearby sofa.

‘(So, I was wondering.)’

Cappuccino asked.

‘(The Ancient Nightmare’s power. Can I take it all?)’

To summarize, there are two ways for [Dream Frog] to evolve.

One was to abandon dreams and evolve by enlarging the body.

Of course, this evolution route was not worth considering.

The other was to evolve by further strengthening the strength of dreams.

To do so, a more diverse approach to dreams was needed, and a monster that uses dreams like a Dream Demon was needed.

“Do as you please.”

‘(Thank you! I’ll kiss you when I become human!)’

“No thanks.”

Cappuccino opened her mouth wide and bit my chest.

Just biting and sucking.

I felt strange when I saw her subtly flirting these days.

Since she is a [Dream Frog] that replicates her own consciousness and makes it her own, Cappuccino’s actions meant that I was likely to act this way if I were Cappuccino.

I can’t be completely the same because I have the experience of being a [Dream Frog], but I can’t help but resemble her since I share the root of forming consciousness.

“Haa…”

‘(Why are you sighing?)’

“You don’t need to know.”

‘(I think it’s really nice to be taken care of by a reliable master.)’

Oh, is that so.

Anyway, I had no more business at the Magical Beast Witch’s house.

When I got up from my seat.

“[Wait.]”

The Dryad stopped me.

“[Can you grant me a favor?]”

“What favor?”

Even if I went back, I didn’t have much to do other than climbing the Tower.

I listened to the favor.

It was simple.

To bury the Magical Beast Witch’s body in the ground.

“You can do it, right?”

“[I’m too sad to do it.]”

So, I buried the witch’s remains in the forest and left the witch’s house.

I returned to Losfelt.

A guest came to the inn.

I asked who it was.

I could guess without asking.

The sensation of magnetism felt from beyond the door. The shape was similar to the one I felt recently.

Armor.

It’s a knight.

Did he come because of the Dragon?

Knock knock.

“I have come at the order of the Lord. May I have a moment of your time?”

I opened the door and let the knight in.

Looking at the knight’s face, it was that knight.

The knight I saw when I caught the Dragon.

“Did you come to arrest me?”

“It seems you are aware of what you have done.”

“It’s because of the Dragon, right? Anyone would know something was wrong if you rushed in with that face back then. You seemed to be a Hero, but were you Resurrected?”

“Yes.”

The knight had an unpleasant look on his face.

He suddenly looked at me meaningfully.

“Why?”

“Do you know the identity of the Dragon?”

“Red Dragon? I guessed it was the Lord’s pet.”

“Pe, pet…”

The knight was flustered.

“That’s absolutely not the case. Absolutely.”

“It’s not?”

“No. You must never misunderstand that part.”

He coughed dryly.

“So you didn’t know its identity. Well, if you did, you wouldn’t have harmed it. And you wouldn’t have come back like this.”

“Is that so.”

I tilted my head.

“What is its identity that makes you act like this?”

“I cannot tell you with my own mouth.”

“….”

Americano stared intently at the knight.

The knight, noticing her gaze, bowed.

“I am late with my introduction. I am Cainbell, a knight directly under the Lord of Losfelt.”

“Is that so.”

“The Lord wishes to meet Americano. If you are willing, please visit the castle.”

“The Lord wants to see me?”

“Yes.”

“Why?”

“He is not calling you to hold you accountable for the recent incident. Americano, you applied to the Princess’s companion recruitment, did you not?”

I nodded.

“I failed, though.”

“He wishes to discuss that as well. What do you say?”

“….”

I thought for a moment.

Most of my schedule is a month away.

I’ve put off all the [Subquests].

The only thing left to do now is to humanize Cappuccino. To do that, I had to return to Dwarfneer, but…

‘A few days should be fine.’

“Okay.”

“Thank you. Then when can you visit? If you tell me the date, I will send someone to meet you on that day.”

“Um…”

There’s no need to postpone it any further.

“Right now?”

“…I understand.”

Cainbell bowed and immediately led me to the Lord’s castle.

Lord Bearon of Losfelt.

He received a call from Cainbell that she would visit immediately.

“The Summoned Hero is still rude.”

Usually, you would consider the other person’s schedule and make an appointment at least a day in advance.

That was the etiquette of aristocratic society.

However, Bearon, who had dealt with several Summoned Heroes, immediately ordered his servants to prepare to receive the guest.

He had no intention of postponing or canceling the already scheduled events.

He thought it was a good thing.

‘Since the Princess wants to meet her anyway, I can use the schedule as an excuse to arrange a meeting for just the two of them.’

Bearon heard from Cainbell what she had witnessed.

The Princess who became a Dragon.

Americano who defeated the Princess.

Cainbell who stood against Americano.

Cainbell said.

‘My physical abilities were superior. There is no falsehood in the 33 levels listed on her profile. But her swordsmanship was comparable to a Master.’

Master.

A High Knight was an Expert who fell short of a Master.

That is why a Master is in an even more exalted position, and he knows how heavy that title is.

Yet he spoke of her in that honor.

He doesn’t know what kind of person Americano is, but her skills should be regarded as those of a Master.

“To be from the Hunter World and be comparable to a Master in swordsmanship.”

Bearon reread the personal information form that Americano filled out when she participated in the companion selection competition.

The Princess described Americano’s appearance to the person in charge, and they were able to find her immediately because she was so pretty that they remembered her.

Americano.

Hunter World.

Solo 33rd floor.

Party 3rd floor.

Reason for participation: Received a request from someone.

What Bearon focused on was ‘Hunter World’.

Heroes were summoned from other worlds to climb the Tower to prevent the world’s destruction.

Bearon, like other Lords, investigated them to get to know them and collected as much information as possible about the Hunter World.

Mages were particularly active in this endeavor and were very interested in other worlds, so information gathered quickly.

Martial arts that efficiently use Magical Power were developed in the martial arts world.

Martial arts lacked power, but they encompassed the diversity and functionality to make up for it.

But the Hunter World was different.

They relied on innate abilities.

The way they handled Magical Power was also crude.

They had a high talent for Magical Power, but their ability to use it was no different from that of primitive people.

That’s right.

The technological prowess of their world was on par with that of primitive people.

Americano, who was from the Hunter World, would have learned swordsmanship for the first time in this world.

A year and several months have passed since the Summoned Hero appeared.

The maximum period that a Hunter Hero has learned swordsmanship is the same as the period since the Summoning began.

Even considering the benefits of being a Hero, such as levels and Skills, Americano’s growth was unbelievable.

Since she was level 33, she didn’t stubbornly climb solo using levels and Skills like other Heroes. Her party climb was even at level 3.

If she’s level 33, she was summoned relatively recently.

Unless she was holed up in the mountains and training at level 1, she would have mastered swordsmanship in at most three months.

Is that even possible?

‘Still, it makes sense.’

He could understand why Duke Raftica was interested in her.

Duke Raftica was a meritocrat and was always hungry for talent.

‘Before long, a new Grand Master will appear in the world.’

When that day comes, the flow of the political situation will be completely overturned once again.

Knock knock.

“Come in.”

“Excuse me.”

The butler came in.

“Americano has arrived.”

“Okay, then tell her that I’m in a meeting and have her wait, and then inform Her Highness.”

“Understood.”

I was led to the drawing room.

The maid brought refreshments, which were delicious.

While I was eating.

The door opened.

Someone poked their head through the door.

Bright red.

It was the Princess.

I licked the crumbs off my fingertips.

‘One of the reasons he called me was because of the Princess’s companion recruitment?’

The Princess peeked her head out from the door and then hid again.

“You said you called me?”

“-, Yes?!”

“Why did you call me?”

“….”

Trembling.

The Princess was stuck to the door and stiffened.

I know what that reaction is.

It’s a passive attitude.

I tapped the desk with my index finger.

Tap tap.

“Come in.”

“….”

There was no answer, but,

She approached stiffly like an old robot and took a seat.