Chapter 7 – A Good Reader
After the conversation with the demon king, I briefly returned to the guest room to prepare to go down to the village below the castle.
‘I can’t believe that the first job I took on after defecting to the Demon King Army was a human threshing machine.’
It was the first time in my life that a great mage capable of using hexa spells was put into such a labor field.
With the magic of picking off the heads of demons on the battlefield, now you can cut ears of rice. Isn’t this like using a knife to catch cows while catching chickens?
“I brought you water to wash.”
“Ah, thank you.”
I went out to the parade ground in the morning and sweated a lot, so the smell of sweat was subtly bothering me, so I wiped every corner of my body with a towel soaked in cold water in a basin.
Getting water on your body twice a day is a luxury you would never have thought of before.
“Whoa…”
When I rubbed my whole body with a cold towel, I felt that the muscles that had been stiff from the sudden exercise were relaxed to some extent, so I put on a pleasant smile on my lips.
‘Let’s rub cold water on this taste.’
After that, I threw the towel I wiped my body into the laundry basket and asked the maid standing next to me.
“Can you get me some clothes to change into from the closet over there?”
Then the maid gave her a slight nod of her head without saying a word, and pulled out a crisply pressed white shirt from her closet.
It’s the exact same design as the one I wore this morning.
It’s probably because he’s got a lot of the same thing as spare clothes.
After wiping off the sweat, I changed into new clothes and looked in the mirror to check my clothes once again.
It is very important to dress neatly as it has a great influence on the first impression of the other person.
“Done.”
Looking in the mirror, even my hair, which had been disheveled from water, was perfectly set again, and I put on the green robe that I had taken off for a while and asked the maid who dressed me.
“Come to think of it, what’s the maid’s name? You can’t communicate with her forever without giving it to her, isn’t it?”
Then the maid, who helped her put on the robe and took a step back, put her hand on her chest and answered in a calm voice.
“…The concubine’s name is Camilla.”
“Then can I call you Camilla from now on?”
“Call me whatever you like.”
Camilla, Camilla, I repeated her name to myself over and over again.
I won’t easily forget the cold in my mouth.
“So, Camilla. When are we going down to the castle town?”
“As long as Kaldrash-sama is ready, it doesn’t matter at any time.”
“Then, leave right now… Oh, wait a minute.”
Come to think of it, the Demon King asked me to hide my identity.
Recalling an important fact belatedly, I took the staff I brought from the parade ground earlier and used alchemy, one of the most basic magics.
Then, the staff, which was on the verge of being broken, is rebuilt into a new shape while wriggling.
“Hmm, this should work.”
A wooden mask in the shape of a dog’s head.
Not bad for something made on the spot.
After I put it on my face, I pressed the hat attached to the robe deep into my head.
With this, a wizard who looked suspicious no matter where he looked, was completed.
Looking at her own reflection in her mirror, I nodded her head in satisfaction and spoke to Camilla next to me.
“Let’s go for real this time.”
***
… When I said confidently, she thought she could start right away.
In exchange for leaving too early, we had to wait in front of the moat of the Devil’s Castle for 30 minutes until the promised person came.
As I crossed my arms and flicked my fingers, looking at the castle gate nervously, Camilla, who had promised me that I would be able to set off right away when I was ready, first spoke her apology as if her feet were numb.
“I’m sorry. He’s not the one who breaks the original time commitment…”
“…Are you coming?”
“Yes, I just sent someone, so they should arrive soon.”
“Whoa.”
Anyway, even if I pecked at her here and now, it would mean nothing.
Literally, it would be nothing more than a childish resentment.
Knowing that, I decided to endure it one more time, and I closed my eyes tightly inside the mask.
“There may be unavoidable circumstances, so let’s wait a little longer.”
“Thank you.”
After about 40 minutes of waiting in front of the castle gate, a headless knight with a tin-shaped helmet on his side finally appeared in front of the gate.
“Sorry! These guys are suddenly in trouble!”
Saying that, Vanessa leaped forward, and next to her was a huge dark horse with a reins on it.
It is a demonic beast, a bicorn, more commonly known by the name Bicorne.
The moment I witnessed the real life of such a bicorn, my anger melted away.
‘Ah, it’s okay if I’m late because I brought something like that.’
After generously forgiving Vanessa, who was late for 40 minutes, she shifted her gaze to another vicorn brought by demon soldiers.
Like a brave lion, he has a flowing white mane, shiny muscles, terrifying red eyes and smooth black skin.
It is a word that seems to have condensed a man’s romance into one.
“Purrureung!”
As I cautiously approached him, wanting to touch it, the bicorn, whose reins were firmly held in the soldier’s hand, suddenly started to retell.
I stopped for a second, wondering if he was wary of seeing me for the first time, but surprisingly, Bicon didn’t struggle anymore and was staring at me with red eyes.
‘What? Did you like me?’
I was a little dubious because I had heard that a cannibalistic beast could seduce and eat humans in this way, but I mustered up my courage and took one more step forward.
OK,
“Pu-hing-hing!”
Suddenly, the bicorn let out a pleasant cry, then stuck out its long tongue and ran it all over my mask.
Only then did I realize that he wanted to play a joke, and I was able to relax.
“Right. Right. Nice. Nice.”
I wrapped my arms around his large head and carefully stroked his white mane.
Then, as if he felt comfortable, he closed his eyes and placed his head in my arms.
If it was a bicorn raised in the Devil’s Castle, it would be a guy raised as a war horse ridden by executives, but it’s much more docile than I thought.
Is it because the zookeeper is good at training?
Just when she was vaguely thinking that, Vanessa, who was watching her from the side, made a gesture of covering her mouth with her hand as if she had seen something very surprising.
Maybe it’s because her face isn’t visible because of the helmet, but she’s needlessly expressive.
“Nonsense. How many times have you committed bad things in your life, so that this ferocious bicorn can be as gentle as an angel?”
“What? Man?”
When I heard his words that I couldn’t overlook, I questioned him in a quarrel without even realizing it.
However, Vanessa was not taken aback and explained the behavior of the bicorn in my arms.
“Originally, bicorns like people who smell like blood and people who are sexually promiscuous. In particular, the more they like people who have a peculiar corner in that direction, the more they like them and follow them wholeheartedly.”
“The smell of blood… Disorder…”
When I heard it, there were too many things to figure out.
As I remained silent with a delicate face, Vanessa gave a knowing shrug and spoke to Camilla and me.
“Then let’s leave before it’s too late.
Then, Camilla, who was the only one in her group standing on the ground, nodded her head and tried to take the reins of the bi-corn handed over by another demon soldier…
Hee hee!”
At that moment, suddenly, as if the bicorn had seen something dirty, he hurriedly backed away from Camilla, avoiding Camilla.
Perhaps a situation more incomprehensible than mine had occurred, Vanessa hurriedly jumped off the saddle and tried to calm the excited bicorn.
“I’m sorry!
Then, for an instant, Camilla grabbed the hem of her skirt with an agitated expression and bit her mouth shut.
Uh? No way?
When I, who was watching the situation from her side, looked at me with an involuntarily surprised expression, Camilla trembled her fists with a face that turned red like an apple, the opposite of her usual blunt look.
“…I am not… A virgin.”
But did I say that her powerful denial was a positivity?
Perhaps belatedly realizing the reason for the vicorn’s rampage, Vanessa turned around with a startled gesture.
“What, a succubus? Could it be that he’s old? Is that a lie?”
“…”
Camilla bit her red lips to see if her pride had been hurt properly, and she tried to force herself onto the back of the fleeing bicorn with a determined expression on her face.
“Hee-hee! Hee-hee-hee!”
But the more she does, the more Vicorn rampages, bouncing her body back and forth.
In the end, perhaps because Camilla couldn’t be put on the back of the bicorn, which ran rampant, one of the soldiers watching this hurriedly ran to the stable and brought a normal warhorse.
Camilla, barely able to get into the saddle, didn’t exchange a single word with Vanessa as she made her way down to the village below her castle with a look of deep anguish on her face.
‘It’s self-employed.’
I thought so while glancing at Dyurahan with his shoulders drooping.
