75 – Imperial Capital Ethelmarion (3)
Fortunately, the restaurant’s fame was not a lie.
The story goes that Sirien was quite satisfied.
In my case, venison was her favorite food, and even Isha, who had been expressionless, brightened up as if she was surprised.
Can we say that it is a benefit of luxurious aristocratic culture?
It was clear that every little detail had been carefully considered.
There was nothing to say about the taste. There was a reason for satisfying the picky tastes of the upper class.
The only one who could not enjoy the best gourmet food was Dersian.
Looking at it, it seemed like he couldn’t tell whether the bread was going into his mouth or his nose.
Opening and clenching your fist seems to be a habit you have when you’re nervous.
Surprisingly, it was at least an improvement.
Isha was not familiar with aristocratic food culture.
Dersian, conscious of this, was getting closer to us by teaching us how to handle utensils and the order of eating.
It was a kind of success experience. Thanks to this, you gain confidence and your actions do not become creaky.
“Now that I think about it, you two are very familiar with etiquette. “I was surprised.”
“They say that since it looks so fierce, you have to learn proper etiquette to be treated like a human being.”
“To you? Who dared say that?”
Sirien turned her head.
Anger was visible in his cold eyes.
If I said her name, she seemed ready to come and punish me, but even Sirien wouldn’t be able to do that.
I answered while laughing.
“My father.”
“Ugh. Things like that happen, too. “I’m sure you meant well.”
“Phew.”
“See… ….”
Sirien was a little discouraged.
His eyes slightly lowered before looking at me with resentment. That expression was quite cute and made me laugh.
I thought it might be too light to talk about dead parents, but whatever.
That had already been brushed off.
Sirien was the one who helped me swallow my sadness.
It was nice to tease, but I couldn’t continue talking about this topic.
Sirien changed her topic, fanning her hand.
“Let’s talk about something fun instead of this drab story.”
“For example?”
“What is your ideal type? Let’s start with Isha. “What kind of person do you like Isha?”
Wow, that’s bold.
Dersian in front of me swallowed his saliva.
The tension, which had been easing for a long time, enveloped us all.
Isha was the only one who did not notice this current.
Isha raised her head slightly and began to think deeply about something.
“Uhm…… Ideal type. “There isn’t much that comes to mind.”
“Have you never thought about it? “You like people like this, or you don’t like people like this.”
“If I had to pick one, would it be someone who doesn’t lie? “Keep your promises, and if you trust me, I will repay you.”
“Am I an honest person?”
Der Cian clenched his fists.
What was it like in the original? Dersian’s keyword was closer to elegance than honesty.
I would say he is the most noble character among the characters.
In fact, it was quite contradictory and surprising that his personality was so open that it was unconventional even among nobles.
Well, the original version of this world was a mass-produced romantic fantasy.
It would not have been possible to write Dersian, who was supposed to shake women’s hearts, as a character who was blocked like other nobles.
Still, he was definitely not a character who would lie.
Of course, the ‘aristocratic aspect’ shown by Dersian must have included promises and trust.
I don’t think Isha took that into consideration when talking.
It was as if he was simply stating the flow of thought.
“There is no need to be honest, I think just being an honest and trustworthy person will do.”
“What else?”
“I hope it’s not too scary. It’s not that I don’t like it…… “Because scary things are scary.”
A glance. Isha’s eyes seemed to see me.
Is it because of my mood?
When I saw Isha again, there was an eye on her foie gras.
That was delicious. I thought about asking for another one too.
“Then, what about Dersian?”
“Hmm. “I’m not sure yet.”
“Really? Do you really not know? “It’s like a lie.”
“Seo, saintess…… ?”
Sirien emphasizes the word ‘lie’.
Dersian was cornered.
Just now, Isha said that she liked ‘honest people,’ but it was impossible for Der Cyan to immediately put lies in her mouth.
I thought I could hear Sirien giggling internally.
It must have felt like death for the person involved, but for me, it was a nice sight to see.
Sirien’s serious look is good, but I like his playful and bright look more.
I haven’t built up enough loyalty to save Dersian yet.
Get through it on your own!
Because it’s not my job!
“Hmm. hehehehe. Keck. “Knock, knock.”
“Oh, are you okay? “Did I ask a rude question?”
“No… …. For me, I mean. There seems to be an instinctive attraction. I think it’s good that he seems detached yet shows a meticulous side. The mind is something that is difficult to explain. I do not know.”
“That’s a good answer.”
Oh, Sirien also answered sincerely just now.
I guess I really liked Dersian’s answer, and my view of him changed quite favorably.
Thanks to that, Sirien did not try to continue his mischievous pranks any further.
As if to give time, silver utensils cut up a well-cooked steak.
The moment the light pink meat entered his mouth, Der Cian tried to change the subject somehow.
I guess they decided that they wouldn’t be able to endure if this topic continued.
I felt sorry for their desperate situation, so I decided to tolerate them too.
Yes. I passed it just fine.
“I heard that you two were active on the northern front. “Then you must have fought the demons directly.”
“Yes. “I was stationed at the gateway to Actania.”
“Have you ever seen the devil?”
“I have fought before. Sirien…… “The saint was also there.”
“You can speak freely. “I’m not a hard-headed nobleman.”
“Yes. “Of course.”
Before I knew it, attention was focused on me.
Isha, who was concentrating hard on her meal, also showed interest.
Perhaps it’s because it’s jealousy, but these days, Isha’s eyes sparkle every time a story like this comes up.
Should I say that it is like Sirien seeing something sweet?
I think it might be a bit excessive at an age where one should be like a girl, but as a prosecutor, I could understand it.
Somehow, you want to break the wall because it’s good. There is no way that an opportunity for enlightenment will come from a great place.
But it wasn’t a particularly great story.
“You seem to be expecting something, but it’s actually not that uncommon. “A low-ranking demon lord is no different from a strong demon.”
“Yes…… Did you do it? It’s different from what I heard. “I thought all demon lords were monsters.”
“If you take the West as a standard, it’s not really wrong. However, as a rule of thumb, anything below 50th place is not that great. “Of course, there are exceptions.”
The reason why there are constant fights in the northern part of the empire is because one of the gates to the demon world is connected.
However, the Demon King was not necessarily limited to the north.
There wasn’t just one gate, and most high-ranking demon kings like Eligos were based on the continent.
In other words, most of the demon kings clapping near the gate were of lower rank.
I killed a man who called himself the 70th Demon King, and a few days later, another man introduced himself as the 70th Demon King.
There are frequent cases of killing one another.
“What if you say it’s an exception?”
“Sixty-ninth position, Decarabia.”
Sirien, who was chewing the meat, answered.
As I said, the demon kings at the lower ranks were not that great. This was the reason why sword masters were not deployed in the northern part of the empire.
I haven’t officially shown my sword yet.
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However, Decarabia was a demon king who had maintained his position for a very long time.
Considering that the names of demon kings around the sixty-ninth were not even recorded, it was actually correct to treat them as mid-level or higher.
“Decaravia? This is my first time hearing this name. “Are you that powerful a demon lord?”
“Rather than being a powerful demon king, he is a unique guy.”
Decaravia was not a demon king with outstanding military power.
The problem is that it is a kind of parasite.
“Just think of parasites. “Dekarabia is a demon king who lives as a parasite on demons.”
“Ugh, it’s okay to explain while I’m eating.”
“Sorry.”
I got scolded by Sirien for saying something pointless.
However, there really is no word that can describe Decarabia as accurately as parasites.
A demon lord who enters the body of a demon and takes control of its mind.
I thought I had caught them all, but it was quite shocking to see them struggling as the host’s magic power ran wild.
The host used magic wildly even though his entire body was falling apart as a side effect, and even with Sirien’s support, he was unable to approach it.
Even if I had used sword skills, I wouldn’t have wanted to step into that hellish crevice.
If it was a situation where I had to die, I couldn’t take the risk.
Moreover, Deka Ravia, who lost her host, has not been seen in front of me since.
It was already a story about 1-2 years ago.
It would have changed its host by now, but since it doesn’t appear again, it looks like it has moved its base.
Or were you avoiding Sirien and me?
Well, maybe I’ll see you again someday.
When they lost their host and ran away, they resented us quite a bit.
They might be plotting something sinister somewhere right now.