Demon Noble Girl ~Story of a Careless Demon~

"Princess, you will be the next horse."

"I understand."

Bri and Sarah, the escort knights, lead us to the horse house in the castle.

His Royal Highness, the former king's brother, that we are on our way here - we are going out here to welcome me and Rick's great-uncle.

Of course they disagreed that I was going out, which is being targeted by the former King's Brotherhood. Your father and uncle say you should wait because you're coming from the other side, but then I think it's just a political matter to talk about.

When I talked to him as a royal, I put on pre-construction, but first as a relative personally - I want to hear what's in my heart as a family. My great-uncle may also be unofficially coming this way alone, when I said, my grandfather had a grand chewy face of bitter bugs, but as his “brother," not His Majesty the King, he allowed me to go.

Blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. I wanted to play with my brother.

I don't care when Vio's baby will be born again. Because I name it, there can be no time to worry about “trivial things" like rebellion.

That's why my most difficult grandfather gave me permission to go out, but my father, grandmother and Elea told me to take the Saints and Kingsguards for a few hundred or so rides, but this time it was speed priority, so please don't.

Simply put, "normal people” are out of the way. I have Rick and Noel to escort me, so I was convinced in front of the building that it would be fine unless more than the Demon King's Army came out. I'm still anxious to sharpen the castle's power...

And I'm going back to the beginning, but this time I'm going to ride my own horse instead of a carriage because speed is a priority.

Can I ride a horse...? To be honest with you, I'm Bimio, but I've ridden your father's horse before. Your horse gave me a lot of attention!

I'm fully willing to fuck you. When I tried to change into horseback riding clothes with a bit of a wiggle, did I read the air or not, the platinum dress turned into a blouse with frizz lace and the black silver dress turned into pants and boots.

...... what a high performance for this waste. When did you add a feature like this? That's really curse gear, this. In the meantime, sink Tina and Nia, who look doyed, with a decopin.

And there's a problem. I could normally pick a horse for the face of going out, but I'm the only one who can't decide.

What do you mean, even that Tina or Nia can normally ride a horse, but when only my riding horse comes close, it becomes rigid and immobile? Or I get unusually excited and become more of a delightful “wanker” than a horse.

That's why they show me not only the horse house of the Kingsguard, but also the other Knights and even the carriage horses because there's nothing I can do, but I don't see any normal horses that can get me on.

Knock...... Noel or Rick's gaze of shuddering half-laughter hurts plain.

"Is that it? You have a horse house over there, too."

"Oh, there..."

Hmm? Something's wrong with Bri's complexion. Ha-ha-ha, this is me, isn't it? There's a rampant horse or something in that remote stable that you can't do with other horses, and when I get close, that giant horse suddenly grows up and they say, "Stupid, I don't miss any knights."

"Now let's see"

"Hih, princess!?

Bligh and the others try to stop me heading to that stable, and the soldiers who notice it rush over.

Pretend not to notice it, and when I peek inside that horse house, there's a giant chestnut hair in it -

"Bubba, whoa, whoa."

There was a Kaba.

"Ah, Master Eurusia, Hippo, they say you'll give me a ride."

That chestnut-haired mold walks out of there and lowers its profile in front of me.

No, Mr. Nia. You don't have to interpret that. Do you know what animals say? My [Spiritual Language] teacher won't translate it, will he?

I mean, it's a "chestnut hair” mold. It may not be strange because there were pink and yellow molds in the wild, but it's strange, isn't it?

This hippo is for riding! It even has a saddle. They sell saddles for kaba!? Who was trying to get on?!?

"In fact, he was the“ Lord of the Woods "that His Majesty caught in the woods last year..."

My grandfather again! Hippo, that's what the stables clerk who took care of you said to me with regret.... I'm sorry about your grandfather.

"Buuuuuuuuuu"

Hippo, you pointed your crushed eyes at me and said, 'You're not going on? You're not riding?' I seem lonely when I say it....... come on.

Losing the pressure of shaking your body just to get on quickly, touching the sarcasm and the palpable chestnut hair in vain and hippo on you, hippo you stood up and were good at hissing (nasty). Don't hiss.

'Whoa, there's a rambling mole that nobody missed... ugh. That's the princess. "

Soldiers there, shut up. I don't need that expression.

Hey, maybe your grandfather who caught you wasn't even on board? I'd like to ask for a small hour to find out what purpose you took it home.

"'Ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"'

Hippo, as you walk out of there with me on board, a voice of admiration is raised from the knights and soldiers, and a gaze of respect is poured on me.

... is it to be respected? Seriously. Damage is bigger than being laughed at. Damage is bigger than when you fight a brave man.

Again, this world is not alarmed. Let's live carefully......

"Um... princess"

"... what?

When I answered the call in a slightly moody or sluggish way, Bri and Sarah were all there to stare at me.

"After all, can't we take them and wear them?

"Uh-huh..."

This time he tells me that I, Rick, Noel, Nia and Tina are the five people. Because I can't follow you if you're a normal person and it's dangerous to make speed a priority.

But it's hard to say to my escort knights, 'cause I'm a hoodlum'. I know they're desperate because they haven't been able to escort me in the last two years.

My mother told me to do my job properly, and I am primarily obliged to protect the “pride” of their escort knights.

"... I'm asking Master Eleanor to make a" pageant ”with the Kingsguard Knights."

"" "" "Welcome, princess!

Their pride was protected. For some reason, I heard all eight escort knights.

What is it...... It should have worked, but this “moya” feeling...

Must be a shade of light, huh? In the meantime, I'll pay them 10 pieces of gold as “cosmetics" for a beauty parlor or a new dress.

... Could this have worked out?

"Eurcia... so... where is Christopher... you have an idea?

Rick on a white horse's grand horse stopped by after he was ready to leave.

... My mouth is subtly drawn. If you want to laugh, laugh. You're the only one riding a white horse, Prince. That said, he was a prince.

"I can guess some routes here..."

"I have a little idea. Probably fine though...... Tina"

"Yes, Lord"

For some reason Tina, riding a black horse while in a long skirt in maid clothes, dropped by and offered her a single letter.

"Good. That's fast."

"What is that..."

It's a report from my intelligence agency.

"Ho..."

Makes Rick look a little impressed with my words.

It is not uncommon for some aristocracy to employ spies, etc. at home or individually. Surely the royal family should have had intelligence separate from the state, and Rick should have gotten information from it.

Rick probably thinks I'm using spies from the Duke of Versenia's house, but that's not true. It's just “I” intelligence.

"............ Wow"

When I opened the report, it wasn't the report that popped into my eyes first, it was a ton of complaints and stupidity about me.

Those who rule the society behind this holy kingdom of Taliteld from its shadows even more.

My friend Milene the Great Vampire, too, and I am a legion of vampires under that command.

There aren't that many of them because I instructed them not to make "failures” to be discreet, but because they look human and [attractive] can be used, the information accuracy is high.

I ordered Tina to make contact with vampires lurking everywhere - [Shadow].

... The letter said the last two years of hard work and my worries in a tundra flavor by hanging five letters.

Oh, Milene's still single, too, and she's definitely about twenty, so she's a cliff as a senior nobleman?

... Will I have to do something about that kid's son-in-law too?

"... ah"

"Did you get any information?

"Yeah. It's possible he's off the streets in general, but more importantly, he's got a unit chasing his granduncle's carriage."

"This isn't our intelligence unit, is it?

"Yeah.... a Confederate army. Let's hurry because it stinks a little."

"Got it.... Noel?

Looking back at Rick's gaze, who spoke out to look for another companion, he somehow saw a brave man desperately persuading Sherry to ride the loba on his journey schedule.

Were those two so close?