74 – Correlation between the Demon King and the Hero – 1
“To sum it up, a maid named Beatrice has taken care of you since you were young, right?”
“That’s right. My parents were often busy with work. But since I was worried, there was nothing I could do.”
“So, at least you’re in your late 30s now, right?”
“What?”
In the end, it was concluded that my first kiss was with Beatrice, the maid who had taken care of me since I was young.
It wasn’t a lie. Since he was little, he used to kiss me often, saying he couldn’t stand it because I was so cute.
He has been asking for it even now that he turned 18, but when I sharply refused, he got so sullen that he gave me permission sometimes.
“Listen carefully, Mira. That person feels like a mother to me. So it shouldn’t be your first kiss. Never. Understand?”
Brünnhilde managed to take a step back after correcting my ‘common sense’ by saying that it was closer to the kiss her mother gave her and that she should not give it as a first kiss.
I had no choice but to nod quietly. Even though it is obvious. I wondered what the relationship between me and Beatrice was like in Brünnhild.
The day after that happened, it was decided that we would all go buy limited edition desserts together. Fortunately, Brünnhild didn’t seem to want to mention anything more about what happened last time.
However, the line itself ended so quickly that it was pointless.
Because of the recent incident, the value of Brünnhild’s name had risen considerably, and people who recognized his face voluntarily gave up their order.
Even so, we got there very quickly, so there were only about five or six people there.
‘Should I be shocked that there were that many people when I went there 4 hours before opening?’
It’s not even that it’s a limited edition that you’ll never be able to get if you miss the opportunity now, and although the number of sales per day is limited, it’s still sold every day.
Aria and the other women who came with us were each carrying two muffins and chatting with excitement. What was especially surprising was the fact that Brunhild was surprisingly interested in sweet things.
When asked why, she was an ordinary country girl before being chosen by the Holy Sword, so the sweet snacks she could only eat very occasionally tasted so delicious.
“And, there’s no woman who doesn’t like sweet things, right?”
“…… Okay?”
We returned to the club room with two desserts each, and an impromptu tasting party was held under Rosaria’s leadership.
‘It’s so sweet.’
It’s been a while since I tried this strange muffin and it was still sweet. It was a natural result since it was made with all kinds of sweet things such as chocolate, strawberry jam, whipped cream, and marshmallows.
As soon as I took a bite, my tongue started to hurt so I put it down quietly, but everyone except me was eating with their eyes shining. Brunhild looked at me like that and tilted his head.
“Mummy, don’t you eat?”
“It was so sweet I couldn’t eat it. “You eat my share.”
While I was comforting myself with chocolate that felt lighter than usual, Brünnhild, who had taken the muffin, looked at the mark from a bite on the surface.
Then, a bright blush appeared on his cheeks, and he carefully took a bite of the part where I had placed his mouth.
“… ….”
Priscilla’s eyes, which were gnawing on a muffin like a hamster, became slightly cloudy. As I was watching her from the side, I was amazed.
‘Was the impact of the plan too great?’
First of all, I was certain that I couldn’t leave it like that. She changed the subject by extending her arm and gently stroking Priscilla’s head.
“What do you think, Priscilla? Delicious?”
“It’s sweet. “It’s still delicious.”
I smiled happily and continued stroking the muffin’s head until it was completely chewed up and disappeared. Priscilla smiled happily the whole time she was being stroked.
“…… “Why do you look at me like that?”
I suddenly felt eyes on me and raised my head. The remaining three people were staring at us intently. Aria smiled and answered.
“I’m jealous of Leona.”
“When will I?!”
“We’re almost there, right? “It’s been a while since I’ve smelled the outdoors.”
Ouch, Rosaria continued to stretch. The sweater made with starlight thread rolled up, revealing not only her buttocks but also the thin white underwear underneath.
Her chest, which was much bigger than her head, bounced loudly. Even though Rosaria’s clothes were like that, she stretched her legs until the end as if to emphasize her breasts, and adjusted her clothes only after her body was fully relaxed.
Of course, even if I trimmed it, I couldn’t prevent the flesh below her buttocks from being exposed due to her posture. Priscilla looked puzzled next to her.
“It’s obscene. It’s so vulgar. Are you a pervert? Or are you an exhibitionist? Why are you wearing her clothes like that?”
“Neither. My clothes are like this because I lack divine power, and my body like this is because of the original Rosaria, so what should I do? And is she here to see who else is out there? “I don’t mind showing it to Mira as much as I want.”
Rosaria lifted her breasts with her arms as if showing off. The sheer weight of her breasts bounced like waves on her forearms. At the same time, her other hand gently pulled up the hem of her skirt.
Priscilla clung to me with her disgusted eyes. She fought all the way here and didn’t seem to get tired of it. I stroked their heads and calmed them down.
At first, she only did it for Priscilla, but Rosaria asked why she didn’t do it for herself, who was also possessed, so she did it together. She still wondered why she bothered to receive it herself.
After stroking her for a while, she took her hand off Rosaria’s head. Rosalia tilted her head.
“What, why did you stop?”
“Shall I do more?”
“Of course. “Priscilla keeps getting it.”
“Then tell me, please continue without stopping.”
“… ….”
Rosaria glared at me, and she gritted her teeth, looking slightly conflicted. It seemed that her pride did not allow her to say such a thing.
“Would you like some more, Priscilla?”
“Yes. Please continue…….”
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Priscilla smiled brightly and nodded her head.
“Did you see it?”
“…… Yes, do whatever you want. “Put it or not.”
She said she would, but at the same time, she was subtly sticking her head out. She thought about teasing her a little.
“Do whatever you want? Okay. “I’ll quit.”
“What? Hey! Are you kidding me?! “Where in the world is something that is given and taken away?!”
Rosaria slapped my arm with a tearful face. Even so, her arms were extremely thin and her body had no muscles, so it didn’t hurt at all.
In fact, her chest seemed to hurt even more as it bounced around as it was hit by her forearm.
“We have arrived.”
Her carriage stopped while she cut off at the right line and stroked her head again. She opened the door and got out first, then she took Priscilla and Rosaria in.
When all three of us were standing on the ground, the driver, who had been treating the horses emotionlessly like a machine earlier, lowered her head and asked a question.
“As you said, can I come and pick you up again two days later at noon?”
“You can do that. Great job.”
“It is a natural duty as a body that serves the Crait family. “I’ll see you in two days, master.”
I sent the carriage away and returned next to the two. Priscilla and Rosaria were looking at a mansion the size of an old castle.
One of them was the daughter of Duchess Agnes, one of the core members of the current empire, and the other was someone who had lived in the Vatican, the ultimate in luxury, so they didn’t seem overly surprised.
“Where are we, Mira?”
“Summer mansion.”
“…… For summer?”
However, no matter how two people were, it seemed like they couldn’t just ignore this answer. Rosaria seemed to notice something strange in my words and asked back.
“To be more specific, it is a mansion for August. There is a mansion and a castle to stay in each season. “We move one every month, so if you include the mansion and castle, there are 24.”
If you include the mansions in the capital that can be called real homes, there are a total of 25. It was a lot of money that the Crait family could afford.
Even each building had its own separate concept and theme. In the case of this mansion here, it seems to be refreshing.
The mansion, which has the theme of a midsummer beach, brought palm trees and sand from the southern part of the continent to create a beach inside the garden.
When I first saw it, I wondered what on earth it was. I couldn’t adapt at all, but I realized there was nothing I could do if I couldn’t adapt, so I decided to accept it.
“…… Even the Vatican didn’t do this.”
Rosaria opened her mouth. Even the Pope, who enjoyed all sorts of pleasures thanks to his semi-monopoly on the world’s medical treatments, did not seem to have thought about changing his residence every season.
Then she urgently asked if she had remembered something.
“Wait a minute. If it’s for August, doesn’t that mean you haven’t used it even once? “It’s May now?”
“It’s okay. Beatrice cleaned it all up yesterday. “I usually clean it once a week, so it should be okay, right?”
The maintenance costs of maintaining 25 mansions and castles so that they can be used at any time must have been no problem, but it seemed like it was not a big deal to my parents.
After that I gave up thinking about the Crait family fortune. If I worry for no reason, I will only lose.
“…… “You mean there’s a devil in there, Mira?”
Priscilla asked in a slightly subdued voice. She nodded.
“Before he was a demon lord, he was also a possessor like you guys. Let’s go in slowly. “We will be waiting.”
“Uh, yes.”
I entered the mansion with Rosaria, who was still dumbfounded, and Priscilla, who was suddenly clinging to my right arm.
I decided to explain the internal structure later and headed straight to the throne room, where I found a passenger waiting inside.
“Wow, are you here? “My dear.”
It was Elisier.
Elisier, who was happy to see me and stood up, stopped when he saw Priscilla and Rosaria on either side.
I told him in advance that I would bring him, but he seemed uncomfortable about meeting me in person. Rosaria and Priscilla were practically dead because of the Demon King.
One died with melted internal organs dripping from his mouth and buttocks due to the demonic energy he had absorbed, and the other died slowly rotting alive due to a curse he received on Aria’s behalf.
“… ….”
“… ….”
“… ….”
There was silence.
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