Turning to the financial report, Eileen saw the face of the Oberon Chamber of Commerce executives.
"Cosmetics sales are going well. I wonder if the problem is with commoners. You have a good reputation for hand-cream prototyping, don't you?
"Yeah, I tried it out for women, the housewives, and people in the profession who cared about rough hands, and they told me to definitely commercialize it. I was just wondering if it would be expensive..."
Nod to Luc's concerns.
"It's definitely expensive to have them ready all the time...... Quartz, the cost of the ingredients won't go any further?
"... do your best. This is it."
"So what's the budget for the package? Doni."
"Irene ordered it to be luxurious..."
"You need a luxury - this. It's convenience that should be a priority if you're always after it."
"But women use it, Isaac. No boneless stuff. Hey, Rachel."
Rachel handing out tea in the conference room, she nods, yes. Um and Donnie, who was looking at the ceiling, held a pencil.
"Then how about making it a cute size you can carry around? This kind of, cute feeling."
"Do you want to lower the price by reducing the amount? I don't think that's a bad idea. You can have that size for a large number of customers..."
"... then how about allowing the container to be used around as well? The next time you bring a container, refill only the cream in the store and make it cheaper."
Donnie first sparkled her eyes at Eileen's suggestion.
"Nice, that! Then I will design containers that will make me want to collect many kinds!
"It's a cream that doesn't have that long shelf life in the first place, and I think it's good"
"... I think I'd like that too."
"Mm-hmm. Then Donnie's got a moppen budget. Luc and Quartz will have to recalculate how much they can make by the release date."
"Right. Is this where we're going today?
"You're seriously going to get out of the ball?
I tried to tighten it up safely, but Isaac ambushed me. Everyone wants to know how they are. Eileen sighed at last.
"You want to be cut off?
"You got to that level..."
"Nothing, I don't care anymore. If you don't go to the ball and accept the divorce, you won't have to be executed, and there's nothing wrong with being duke of Dorthrish's house. I live in my work!
Hung and chest, the backpack twinkles down.
"... Sure, now humans"
"... right, now"
"Uh, but Mr. Bell and the demons are telling me to do something about it and... um... what do you think of Mr. Isaac?
"I don't think I'm wasting my time. We lost when we didn't move this conference room in the first place."
"And there will be, the almonds have made me cry......! Don't leave. They showed you dancing or something!?"
"That's how you can hold back. How can you abandon the demons in the first place?
"If there's nothing I can do, I'm going to be the Demon King!
When I put my hand on my chest and proclaimed it, I got a subtle look from all of them. But Irene is serious.
"I think I should marry Belzebute or Zemes."
"Don't make things any easier. When the memory of the Demon King returns, the world will perish."
"But you'll always have to drag past"
Eileen is no longer loved. It was accepted once, so I'm sure the second time will be fine. You should be able to take it right.
"I'll think about the future properly.... if Lord Claude chooses another woman at the ball"
Is that deadline two days longer or shorter?
"... now you will suffer and die of boredom, just one spoonful. Now."
"... but now he's the Crown Prince, so easy to plant? Now."
"Uh, maybe I can handle that?
"Don't do something, Donnie. Leave him alone, his Royal Highness will be assassinated."
Bullshit, I looked up. I saw it. I was seen with cold eyes by Isaac.
"It's not okay, forget it. That's all he was."
"Well, that's all men are, Master Claude."
"Ma'am! Irene, is Ma'am here?!?"
When I thought the hallway was noisy, a breathless Jasper jumped into the conference room.
Irene frowns, just like that.
"Take it easy. Rachel, get some water."
"Fine! The demon king poisoned his squire! To the escort...!
I have no idea. But a bright voice echoed from Jasper's crotch as he sat back, guessing something had happened to Claude.
"That's just great, Mr. Jasper. The information is quick."
"Dear Keith. Belzevute too...... what happened? I wouldn't ask you about the ball."
Stabbing the nail just in case and urging him to talk, Keith offered him the box he had in his grin.
"Dear Eileen. Deliverables."
Turning to Rachel in surprise, the good samurai received it and placed it at the head desk in the conference room. I have a bad feeling about the shape of the rectangular elongated box. Wait to explain the contents, but Keith is just grinning. Irene had no choice but to order Rachel.
"Open up, please"
Rachel nodded, gently opening the lid.
It was the dress that came out of it. A red and black, roughly the opposite of a poor lady, large breasted wrinkle dress. However, it was woven with fine lace and elegant embroidery, making it look as elegant as a large circle of roses blossomed. The silk gloss is stunningly beautiful.
But what is the point of a dress being given here now? Eileen frowns.
"What the hell is that dress for?
"Of course, it's for the ball the day after tomorrow."
"I said I wouldn't listen to you if you were talking about the ball. Return it."
"That's not going to happen. That dress is a gift from Lord Claude, and it's an order."
I turned around. Keith smiled as usual. This squire is no different from when Claude was around. I hear he's finally calmed down to breathe. Jasper rides himself out.
"Hey squire, what's going on! I know the Demon King is about to be poisoned and there will be a new escort, but that's Walt and Kyle, and the squire is you...!
"- What do you mean?!? No way, Master Claude, I remember..."
"No, unfortunately. But my lord says to bring Irene to the ball in that dress."
What do you mean you don't remember? Soon the demons appeared in line staring at the confused Eileen. Belzevute just looks at Eileen, too.
Claude really ordered it. Understanding from the demonic reaction, Eileen screams.
"Wow, I'm not going!
"I'm sorry, it was an order to bring you here to cry or not, and Master Eileen has no right of veto."
"Hey, wait a minute, now Master Claude won't be of that character!
Unlike Claude when I remember, he should be so pure and pathetic that if this one pulls it off, he pulls it off as it is. Keith laughs bitterly when he senses what Eileen is trying to say.
"Unfortunately, my Lord will not change whether I have memories or not. It's just that people are very familiar. And I won't let go of anything you like when you die."
No way, do you even say Eileen's in that Claude favorite?
(WHEN!? WHERE!? even though it was clamped!?)
Before Irene, who is upset, Luc and Quartz stand.
"It's tyranny for as much as it takes. This could have been poisoned, right?
"... I don't want to apologize, and I don't approve of this."
"The Lord will soon apologize for the disrespect. I'm sure it's just the outfit."
The contents have not been found since the beginning. Donnie put his hands behind his head.
"I think I'm good. You like Eileen again, Demon King."
"Now I can believe that... Wow, I'm never going!
"Well, don't say that"
Keith stuffs Irene one step back. My voice trembled even though I wish I could hold on.
"But if I see Lord Claude again - I might chop him off!
"Go ahead. If you don't get hit in the face before then,"
"Irene, Kull. Demon King, Hündeldans!
The demons, stuffed to Eileen with almond chirps, began to dance. How could I not help but be struck by the way Irene tries so hard to change her mind?
Eileen turns to Isaac at the last line of favors.
"Isaac!"
"What if I give up?
I was betrayed lightly. To Eileen, who covered her face with both hands, Isaac ruthlessly told her "waste of time" and shrugged her shoulders.