Chapter 121 – ~2 Years Later~
Kingdom Year 312.
The Kingdom of Oz, which has been in conflict with the demon union of Doom Land for a long time, is the dark horse of the demon army that has appeared like a comet,
The original magic used by Patrasche, the ‘guard dog of the demon king’, made a humiliating declaration of surrender with only two shots.
After signing a total of 11 unequal treaties, the Kingdom of Oz became a simple colony of the Demon Alliance, and from this point on, Oz began to be called Colony Oz in the international community.
A new order led by the Governor-General of Ozma and her Governor-General of Ozma under her command.
In other words, a multicultural society in which humans and demons coexist in one land has begun.
***
The entertainment district of Oz, the capital city.
Two men walked out in front of a huge bar looking satisfied.
Haha! They say the water here is good, but it’s true!”
“Haha, I only called pretty girls for my sake.”
“I like that you’re always quick-witted. How do you know I like blondes!”
“It’s already been more than a year since I’ve served my father. If you pretend like this, you’re pretending.”
The man with a pair of red horns on his head and a gigantic body was Veigue, a businessman from the demon tribe.
After Oz became a colony, Veigue, who came to Oz faster than anyone else after smelling the smell of money, made a huge profit by buying things that didn’t work in Doom Land and reselling them back to his hometown at high prices.
Originally, it was like a kind of peddler, but now he was in the middle of building a decent-scale upper house by expanding his business with the money he earned from it.
After receiving a treat he really liked after a long time, he took out a thick wallet from his bosom to give pocket money to the middle-aged salesman next to him.
“Let’s see, I’ll show you how much I care for you in terms of money.”
“Thank you! Be well!”
The middle-aged salesman, who bowed his back so deeply that his half-naked crown was visible, looked up at Veigue with a leaning gaze.
Slightly saddened by the sight, Vei He pulled out a check for 10 gold from his wallet.
“This is money for you who have worked so hard.”
He put another sheet on top of it.
“This means thank you for gathering only pretty blondes today.”
Finally, two more were drawn.
“This is the money I give you as a bonus as much as I care for you.”
A huge sum of 40 gold in all.
Veigue was able to tip casually an amount that was difficult for most office workers to obtain even after working hard for a year.
Truly overwhelming wealth!
“Thank you! Thank you! Be better! I will live harder in the future!”
“Yes, yes. Looking at you reminds me of my childhood and treats them well. With that, I buy some delicious food for the kids, huh? Change your clothes.”
As Veigue said that, he brushed the dust off the middle-aged salesman’s shoulder.
“You know very well that when salespeople wear old clothes, they are secretly ignored by customers.”
There’s even a warm consideration!
Veigue was indeed an ideal businessman, except for the fact that he was a demon.
“Sir! I’ll take you to a very proud place for the second round! Let’s go!”
Haha! Then let’s trust your eyes!”
It was when the two people who had left the tribe and had a drinking buddy were about to disappear into the nightlife.
“For a moment!”
He looked up at the streetlight, blinded by the sudden, thin voice that came from above his head.
“Huh? What is that?”
It was a dark night with barely a crescent moon.
However, even in the low light, the existence was loftily revealing its presence.
Black feathered brim hat.
Brilliant blond hair that flowed underneath.
The butterfly-shaped mask that covered his small face was shining brightly, perhaps sprinkled with pearl powder.
At the appearance of a monster dressed in black from head to toe, the two muttered nervously.
“Come to think of it, I’ve heard. There’s a phantom thief that only appears on pitch-black nights.”
“I’ve heard of it. A person who robs wealthy nobles or nefarious merchants and distributes food to the poor has recently appeared…”
Veigue and the middle-aged salesperson shouted at the same time as if they were doing a weaving.
“”Beauty girl mask!””
“It’s papillon noir!”
The monster in the butterfly mask who was holding her form on top of her lamppost threw her temper by saying that, but soon returned to her original phantom thief concept and recited the crimes she knew of.
“Asmodian businessman Veigue! You mainly do business with cash rather than bills, and you actively cheated on your trust, such as cutting workers’ wages or evading taxes by creating a double ledger, giving various reasons!”
Then Veigue shouted with an unfair expression.
“A lot of other people do that, so why am I the only one!”
“I’m not done yet, so be quiet!”
When the pretty girl’s mask snapped her fingers, a large block of ice formed in the empty air and detached Veigue’s head.
Boom!
Beig, suddenly hit by the icy night, crouched down on the spot with a very sick expression on her face, and the beautiful girl mask placed her hand on her waist and continued the sermon.
“In addition, it is estimated that there is about 20,000 gold in cash hidden in the house. If you earn that much money by exploiting humans, please return at least some of it to society!”
“No, so who are you…!”
In an instant, a gust of wind blew.
In the blink of an eye, the figure of the beautiful girl mask standing on the street lamp disappeared.
Bey, who frantically looked around her lamppost in search of her, was startled by the sudden presence of her that he felt behind her.
Before she knew it, the beautiful girl mask holding her long epee in her hand said as she cut her sword into the nape of his neck.
“I’m on the side of the marginalized.”
‘I didn’t see any movement!’
Veigue trembled inwardly.
Of course, Veigue is a demon.
The lineage of pure-blooded demons, not like other species, where other blood flowed into the lineage.
Of course, it had physical abilities and regenerative abilities that ordinary humans could not even imagine.
However, while being able to avoid Veigue’s gaze, he had the ability to instantly occupy his back.
I’m guessing, great talent.
Having lived as a peddler for a long time, Veigue, who had developed extraordinary hair in this way, immediately fell flat on the floor.
“Oh! Please save me! I have rabbit-like children and a fox-like wife at home!”
“You are single.”
“…It would have been nice if there had been, but if I died alone, there would be no one to mourn.”
Veigue, who had cast a high-level paraphrase, finally realized that he had no choice but to reduce the bleeding, so he sighed deeply and asked:
“What do you want from me?”
Perhaps it was only then that they thought they could communicate, the beautiful girl mask smiled and said.
“Whatever you did to the company, I have no intention of pursuing you in that way. All I want is half of the slush funds you hid.”
“Half a bar? Isn’t it too many?”
Ten thousand gold.
In the capital city, which is famous for its expensive real estate, it is a large amount of change left over even if you buy a modest mansion.
“Would it be quicker to write down all the facts I just said and stab it at the police department, or would it be quicker for you to surrender 10,000 gold. Do you want to bet on which will be faster?”
“Oh, no! I’ll give it to you! It’s for a good place, but of course I have to give it to you!”
Then, the beautiful girl mask poked Baig in the back with the Epee blade she was holding and said.
“Then you take the lead. If you do anything nonsense, I’ll cut you down.”
“Be, Veigue-nim!”
A middle-aged salesperson who came to his senses belatedly called out his name, but the beautiful girl mask was shown by her actions without speaking at length.
The act of lightly touching the lips with a straightened index finger.
Then, the middle-aged salesperson unknowingly kept her mouth shut.
***
[The mask of a beautiful girl appears again! What is the identity of the black bandit that appeared in the capital city of Oz?!]
I laughed out loud when I saw an article featured on the front page of the morning newspaper.
“How come a person’s nickname is a beautiful girl mask?”
Then Ozma, who was eating next to him, spoke.
“It seems that the original name was Papillon Noir. But the first witness said it was nicknamed that way because the explanation was strange.”
Vanessa, who was busily serving food in the kitchen, added a word.
“Ah, I saw that article too. Because of the eyewitness interview that said, ‘A beautiful girl wearing a mask suddenly fell from the sky in a hololol roll and slayed the bad guys in a hololroll in an instant!’?”
Taking a bite of toast and drinking morning coffee, Dorothea giggled and laughed.
“Originally, a nickname is an easier way to be called. If you wear a pretty girl mask, don’t you get caught in your mouth?”
Certainly, Papillon Noir’s tongue twists on its own, but the pretty girl’s mask wraps around the mouth.
“Kaldrasch-nim, can I pour you another cup of tea?”
“Oh, thank you, Camilla.”
I handed out my empty glass to Camilla, who was serving a meal next to me.
Then Camilla poured black tea into my tea cup with graceful movements.
After eating a half-eaten bagel, I decided to get ready for work.
For soon it was time to open the doors of the Government-General of Oz, where I serve as Treasurer.
