Chapter 164 – Chapter 164: Crossdressing Princess Elena (4)
Princess Elena saw her maids changing her own clothes and washing her body.
All women belonging to the Roman Kingdom.
They let out a sigh of relief and wiped Elena’s body.
“It could have been a big deal.”
“Huh… Sorry.”
“I’ll leave my sanitary pad in case you don’t know. You can do it with this.”
The maid who followed Elena held out her magic sanitary napkin and trash can.
It was a trash can the size of a palm, but it was a magic item that could store trash many times larger than the space expansion magic.
After removing her bandage, Elena loosened her body by gently massaging her large breasts.
No matter how much she wraps it with magic bandages, she’s still stuffy.
The reason why her breath is choked is probably not just because she is in an unstable state of mind.
She warmed herself up by taking a warm bath.
Her stomach still ached from menstrual cramps, but it was better than before.
“I’m glad you didn’t get caught.”
“Really.”
If she was her usual self, she would have heard the demon lord’s words that she had hemorrhoids, and she would have known that they were playing tricks on her.
However, she is now in a state where she is unable to judge normally because she does not know when the demon king will find out.
Rather, she fit her ridiculous excuses into her own hopes that she shouldn’t know that she was Leon.
Elena’s obsession that she shouldn’t be found out somehow came to an arbitrary conclusion.
‘I haven’t been caught yet.’
If Obama sent fake Elena.
I guess she’ll have to kiss her somehow.
Fool the demon king to the end.
Elena sighed inwardly and clenched her fists.
However.
“But where did Clara go?”
“Are you Clara? She said she didn’t come out of nowhere this morning.”
Not a single maid was in sight.
They risked their lives to come with her.
The maids and servants all had the same anti-corruption magic applied to their heads as Elena.
Servants would not dare attend Elena’s bath, but the maids did.
Bath time, when outsiders are not allowed in, is the only time they can kiss and plan.
Her maid, who looked after her every day, was not at her place.
“She suddenly stopped coming out?”
“Yes. So she went to the inn, but she lay in the blanket and repeated that she couldn’t go because she was in so much pain.”
“Did you say you were sick?”
“Yes. So I left it first.”
Elena felt strange.
Even though she was sick, she was the child I always came to visit.
Why?
But the doubts did not last long.
Smart smart
“Prince Leon, the Demon King is calling. Hurry up and get ready.”
The guards of her demon lord urged her.
“I’ll be right there.”
“Yes.”
After wiping her body, Elena put on her magic bandage again.
Changing into her new clothes, she left the bathroom.
He swallowed her saliva.
***
“Are you here?”
In the vast Great War, there was a demon king sitting on a throne, and a fake Elena who was at a loss in front of the demon king in a fancy dress.
She was a beautiful woman with blonde hair and blue eyes.
She resembles her to the point that she may be a distant relative of the royal family.
“Prince Leon is here too. Princess Elena.”
“Oh, long time no see. Prince.”
Elena bowed her head at the somewhat awkward words of her double.
“Meet my sister.”
This is where it matters.
You have to get over it somehow.
“It’s a dry greeting for a brother and sister who haven’t met in a while.”
“Sorry. Because I always had to follow the royal etiquette…”
“If anyone sees it, they’ll think they’re not siblings.”
Seeing the corner of the smiling demon king’s mouth, Elena swallowed her saliva.
Every word from him tightened my heart.
Have you ever heard of it? To the extent that I think.
“Is the way back okay? Because the elven forest is not a very convenient place to come by carriage.”
“It was fine. Demon King. Thanks for caring.”
The fake princess bowed her head deeply.
“Is it. Good luck.”
The demon king, who was sitting with his chin resting on his armrest, closed his mouth, followed by a long silence.
And that heavy silence slowly began to tighten the hearts of Elena and the fake princess.
Rather, she couldn’t grasp his intentions because he didn’t say anything.
“Prince Leon, I heard an interesting story the other day.”
The demon king shook his head and opened his mouth.
“You mean a funny story?”
“Okay. I mean in the past I’ve heard of a nobleman who bought a painting by a famous artist. The artist’s work is so famous that even within the empire, his paintings are said to cost hundreds of thousands of gold.”
A strange story that started suddenly.
Elena clamped her mouth shut.
“The noble also bought the artist’s painting. It costs hundreds of thousands of gold. But it was strange. One day, all of a sudden, I couldn’t feel the dignity and lofty scent that should be felt in the painting.”
The demon king rose from the throne and approached the two of them step by step.
“The suspicion that it might be a counterfeit arose in a fleeting moment, but quickly disappeared. Why? No matter how you look at it, the picture was genuine. Aristocrats were well versed in the arts, and they prided themselves on being able to tell the difference between the real and the fake.”
For some reason, a cold sweat broke out down my spine.
Like every word.
It seemed like he was talking about the current situation.
Those who fake fakes and deceive the demon king.
“However, doubts once aroused were not easily dismissed. The aristocrat, who thought it strange, visited the appraiser. But just in time, he said that the appraiser also owns a painting by that artist.”
The Demon King took another step closer.
His eyes alternated between Elena and the fake princess.
“The nobleman will pay the admission fee, so he asked to see the artist’s painting. He paid a hefty sum and saw the real painting the appraiser had. What would the nobles do when they saw that?”
“I do not know. I don’t even know why you’re saying this…”
“You mean you don’t know?”
“Yes.”
“Hmm, that’s strange. You seem to know the answer.”
Elena rolled her head.
I remembered why this demon king brought up the anecdote of a painter out of the blue.
‘Did he really notice?’
No. There was no sign of that at all…
“No answer. Does Princess Elena know what the answer is?”
“I’m sorry. She looks good too…”
“Okay?”
The fake princess also trembled in her thoughts.
The demon king smiled at the two of them.
“I thought you two knew the answer.”
The demon king terrified the reporter when he finished his words.
Awesome!
He drew his sword and decapitated the fake princess.
“Uh… ?”
The bewildered fake princess groped her neck.
“The answer is yes, she tore up the fake picture she had.”
Squeak. Thud.
The fake princess’ neck fell to the floor and rolled.
Losing her head, her body floundered and fell to the floor.
It happened in an instant.
“Nu-sister!”
“Are you still trying to lie? Prince Leon?”
“Hey, what are you talking about! Demon King! You are now my older sister, the daughter of King Richard VII, the father of the Roman Kingdom…”
“Are you trying to lie to the end?”
Not a single drop of blood was stained on the sword of the demon king who had cut off the fake princess’s throat.
The demon king, who put the clean holy demon sword into the scabbard, took a step closer.
Close range.
The demon king looked down at her from a distance so close that he could even feel her breath.
“To the real thing. There’s a quality that fakes can’t have. If you only see the fake, you won’t be able to tell the difference. But when a fake stands next to the real thing, its dignity is evident.”
The breath he took in was trembling.
Princess Elena clenched her fists.
I know.
The Demon King knows that I am not Prince Leon…
“I hope your father sends the real Princess Elena this time. Prince Leon.”
“… Demon King.”
“I will send another message to King Richard. Tell them to offer 5,000 virgins and Princess Elena. If you refuse.”
In the eyes of her demon lord glaring at her, she even felt a sense of death.
“It is a war.”
Elena shuddered and wondered if she should tell the truth now.
At that moment, a fake princess fell on the floor with her throat cut in her eyes.
Her corpse, now completely motionless, bleeding.
A severed head staring into thin air with her out of focus.
The moment she saw her dead, her fake princess, wearing her favorite dress, Elena wondered if it might be her own future, telling her truth.
Her lips parted.
“Do you have something to say?”
“That, that…”
Elena shuddered, and she looked back and forth between the demon king and the corpse of the nearby princess on the floor.
Have to tell
Only by talking here can we further reduce the damage.
Even if I die…
Determined to meet the devil and her eyes, Elena opened her mouth…
“Oh, and I mean. Prince Leon. Are the wounds okay? You looked bad, but the stress might be adding to the scars.”
“What, are you talking about killing someone right in front of your eyes?”
“Isn’t it your fault? It’s not Prince Leon’s fault that this woman died. She died because your father, King Richard VII, and Princess Elena dared to fool me.”
The Demon King spoke slowly.
“The prince didn’t kill him, so don’t worry too much about it.”
That’s funny.
Didn’t die because of me
The reason she came here in the first place was because I pretended to be Leon.
The demon lord doesn’t know, but I’m not Leon, but Elena…
“First of all, rest. You must have been very surprised. If the real Elena comes to visit, she will have to be scolded.”
The Demon King issued a congratulatory order.
Whatever Elena was trying to say, she didn’t seem to listen.
Missed the timing
Although Elena belatedly tried to call her demon lord.
Thud!
Her demon lord’s magic forced her out.
The magical door closed.
No matter what you say, you won’t hear it.
“I am Elena…”
In the end, she was kicked out without being able to tell her truth.
***
“I can’t tell you.”
Why did I act like I didn’t know while doing such a skit?
Yet she had a long way to go before she gave in to her feelings of guilt and despair.
“Take it away. Whether you make it into a zombie or use it as an experimental material, do it yourself.”
“Yes.”
I wasn’t interested in fakes.
She is a woman sent to die in the kingdom in the first place.
If her face was smooth, she would have thought of taking it, but she didn’t feel her grace.
Even if she says fuck it, my cock gets dirty.
It’s something you brought on yourself.
How dare you try to deceive me
“Shall we send 5,000 people?”
Maybe Elena will confess to me before 5,000 come as tribute.
“I must finish quickly. Frey.”
“Huh.”
She opened the door of shadows.
A shadow portal that allows you to come and go anywhere in the castle as long as there is a shadow.
It was a skill I often used when I didn’t want anyone to see my movements.
After passing the shadows, a new landscape filled the surroundings.
A dark underground laboratory.
An underground laboratory full of all sorts of instruments.
It was an underground laboratory used by executives of the Demon King’s army, such as Diana, Julia, and Rayleigh.
Originally, Diana should have released Count Jones’ magic, but she is currently in Empire, the capital of the Empire.
-This is the magic formula I solved.
I couldn’t call Diana back, so I had to solve it myself using her formula she sent me.
“Did you say Clara?”
I saw a woman lying on an operating table crying.
“Ohhhhh!! Come and Go Gok!!!”
Clara.
The maid who came with Princess Elena.
And a woman who came wearing a mind-type magic on her head that was cast by a writer named Earl Jones.
It was the same magic as Elena.
If the magic on this woman’s head were to be undone, Elena would soon too.
And on top of her head lying on the operating table, tentacles with many strands were wriggling and crawling.
This morning, she kidnapped her main body and brought it here.
The tentacles that had been attached to her head since morning had been dispelling the magic that was inscribed on her head.
“Are you out of your mind?”
Tentacle strands entered through her ears, nose, and mouth, dispelling much of the enchantment within Clara’s skull.
However, as if her brain had been damaged in the process, blood was dripping from Clara’s nose.
“This is a failure.”
I let out a deep sigh as I watched Clara flinch whenever her tentacles moved.
There was no response other than movement when stimulated.
The body is alive, but the head is dead.
“I need to stop destroying magic with the tentacle’s will and find the next method.”
After destroying the first plan, I finally confirmed that the tentacle broke the enchantment on her head.
Paperweight!
Count Jones’ magic was broken, but that was all.
In the meantime, tentacles that had finished their mission began to enter Clara’s head.
“Go… ㅇweek… Sir? Ah, in the freezing… Oh?”
You can’t use something like this on a princess.
What I want is a real princess, not tentacles in a princess mask.
I guess I’ll have to bring the next subject.
