Demon Noble Girl ~Story of a Careless Demon~

"... let's just calm down"

I was a little surprised and forgot to breathe.

... Well, I don't need to breathe. I breathe in habit (...) because I have experience of being human, but it was a little hard to get used to breathing “like a human being” to our squire (AKMA).

I don't care about that, take a little deep breath.

"Ha ha... Now, what shall we do..."

Looking around again, it was really just a forest.

But since it's just a different world from Earth (Terra) and Atra, plants can see slight differences from both.

... How do I evolve to become a heart-patterned leaf?

As for that, it's not dark because the sun is still high, but I don't even know the direction unless the sun leans a little more because there are many tall trees.

Incidentally, the current forest did not have the sparkling feeling of zero wood leakage days, but more intelligent creatures than insects escaped and turned it into a "forest of death” not even close to the spirits of the wind.

A small squirrel-like animal running late or a horse with a carriage cramped with white eyes peeled and bubbles is a little accent.

Who did this to you... Huh!

"... let's move"

Even if I'm stunned here, it doesn't necessarily mean that around Sephira will pick me up.

They are being pulled away from their squire and officials in the Sail State to ensure their safety, but without a busy escort.

I'm going to suspect you're really doing this on purpose.

I turned my shoe heel into a low heel to walk in the woods and deformed my skirt from a swollen tibia length to a lower knee length. The horse, still stunned, removes it from the carriage and further intimidates the surrounding forest to avoid being attacked until he wakes up.

... Even if someone was looking for this, don't run away.

Well, I wasn't thinking about moving the woods I don't know about in the no-plan either.

I don't know where you've been running off the road, but at least there's a place where the carriage can pass, and there's traces of it. You'll get somewhere if you follow there. Hehe, isn't it perfect?

Oh, yeah, my outfit for the day is my usual black and silver dress.

Platinum dresses are more pornographic on the back...... I still wear it at night clubs because I'm noble for once, but I don't have the guts to wear it from midday.

Black and silver dresses can be deformed into chalkers and shawls, but I still couldn't take them off as well as they are cursed.

... I wonder what curses me this time.

So it's a platinum dress, but now it's a small white rose earring.

This can be pretty cute and a favorite. Playing those earrings lightly at his fingertips, he changed to a veil of lace that covered him softly from head to shoulder.

Now you won't have to worry about catching your hair on the branches.

As a result, the wheels remained. I was enjoying a forest bath for a few minutes walking out, but I was tired of fast-tracking, so I wanted to fly away, but there's no way anyone could see me flying with my wings out.

I have trouble finding out the devil, but if they say anything about angels again, my shame sucks.

I had no choice but to run through the woods on a small run of about 100 km/h, and I immediately reached a path like a mountain road.

... It's a five-fork road!

"... Which one?

Who the hell took a country road like this for a five-fork?

"Phew..."

I'm not a sage, but I take down the horn that stood nearby to sum up a few thoughts and sit on top of it.

It's not the main road. Even if it's a narrow road, it's not just used by neighbors who know all about it. If there's a merchant using this road, I think it's okay to have something like a "signpost” about where it leads...

………

Somehow I had a hunch and I looked down at the "corner".

As I stood silently, I poked the corner material into the original place and circled around the surface where it said "something” before nodding.

"Now that's good."

And when I ran out to be able to hunt (...) stand on something, I was able to get to a village place as calculated in about an hour.

Then a young man like a villager...

"Hey, this is the village of Campe."

…………

Something's wrong!

There was a village with a population of about three hundred, called the village of Campe, among the mountains to the north.

This village of Campe, famous for its potatoes, its specialties for its potatoes and its staple foods, was a peaceful and quiet village that was well forgotten while being situated far from the city centre and troublesome to rule over and close to the dark forces side.

"Village chief, it's still medicine, Tannebe"

"My village. Come on, I rarely get hurt."

The lord of the grocery store and the mayor of the village nod with a strange face.

It was a quiet village, but the situation changed after neighboring countries were dropped by dark forces.

Large numbers of refugees overflowed from neighbouring countries, and some residents with gold were housed in refugee camps, fed and medicated, but those who fled in their clothes, unacceptable nowhere, after wandering, pushed them to despicable villages like the village of Campe.

Approximately one hundred and fifty people came to this village.

One hundred and fifty where there were originally only three hundred.

Obviously it is saturated and only the potatoes of food are in large quantities because they cannot go for sale in a state of war, but more than half of the refugees are wounded or sick and lack medicines and not enough places to live.

The village chief and the village faculty took days to get out to the big city and asked for support in the offices of the National Coalition that would divide up the refugee camp, but the clerk didn't hear anything about this one, and if he wanted me to do something about it, he even asked me to give him my sleeve.

The potato for a trolley that was finally carried was also bought and beaten by saying it was during the war, and when such goldless village chiefs returned to the village in disillusionment, there was another problem.

A few weeks back and forth to the city. By then some of the seriously wounded had died and some of their families had begun to complain about this village, which they accepted free of charge.

Of course, the majority of the refugees thank the villagers and take the initiative to help them with their village work.

But it seems that the ill-patterned young men who did nothing were tired of eating only potatoes, eating the same food, and packing meat with villagers who would take the initiative to take care of them.

"Really, give it to Deacon again."

"But there's something I can do for you, too, so it's a bad idea to stop..."

One day, an old gentleman appeared in the village.

No travel clothes, no luggage for the journey, the old gentleman dressed as if he had come from nearby for a walk. When he appeared in the village fluttered, he mourned the dead approximately and took the complaining families and the ill-patterned out of the village to quickly regenerate (...).

The old gentleman smiled calmly and could not even give his name to the village chiefs, who thanked him for the impetus to sit down.

The villager called him “Deacon” with respect and asked him why he had come to such a village, saying that he had just stopped by for a “meal" while searching for a certain noble “lady”.

"Hey, village chief!

"What's up, John?"

On the way the village chief was discussing it with the grocery store's father, John, the third son of the riverbank potato field, changed his blood phase and jumped in.

"Well, here comes the black, golden princess."

"... Huh?

"Hey, this is the village of Campe."

The villager a? repeats the same thing all the time at the entrance to the village.

Huh... Whatever this is, it's not a decent situation.

When I looked around to see what was going on, the people in the other villages were out of sight or running out somewhere when they met me.

Why run away... Huh!?

"Oh, also, uncle there"

At that time, I found an uncle of a farmer who seemed to have stumbled across the road and called him from afar.

"What's up, lady..."

My uncle, who approached me with no vigilance, stiffened the moment he took his straw hat and looked at my face, and began to circle his gaze all over the place at high speeds like he was somehow upset.

I haven't been seriously frightened in a long time.

"Uncle, it's okay......?

"Oh... oh, I'm sorry... Miss, this is the first time I've seen you in the city, so I'm just stunned..."

"... Oh, thank you...?

I don't feel like I'm being praised for something.

"Uh... I'm not, what's wrong with this guy?

I still repeat the same dialogue Villager A? gaze at.

"Oh, taro. He's not the only refugee who came here recently, but he didn't have a good mouth, but after talking to" Deacon, "he became this serious."

"... it is"

Can I just put this in a “serious” word...

"... Deacon?

There was a word on the way that bothered me, so I casually asked.

"You're very, very helpful to the village."

"Heh..."

"Look, there he is."

Turning an unexpected look at your uncle's words, there's a slurring middle meat mid back, uh-huh. About sixties? of, gray-haired Nice senior grandfather was walking.

Monocle glasses in fine butler clothing, floating from the potato field landscape.

The old butler, who seems to call me Sebastian by accident, finds me just the same, foffo and walks in a squeaky foothold with a gentle grin like an alien.

Is that...? Like you saw somewhere?

"Dear Yurcia, it's been a long time"

"Huh.....................?