Demon Noble Girl ~Story of a Careless Demon~

"Princess, you're so beautiful."

"Oh, thank you"

I'm in the middle of getting dressed right now surrounded by dozens of royal palace samurai.

The ceremony is held in the morning when the throne is handed over from your grandfather, His Majesty the King, to your uncle, the Crown Prince, and the inauguration of Timothy Kun's Crown Prince, with the unveiling of the new King and the new Crown Prince to the people gathered in front of the royal castle in the afternoon, making the whole country a festival.

How much to hold off the anti-Royalists, is that too much of a forced schedule?

It is also a revelation that shows that I have become a royal family with the right to inherit the throne, so I am also very affectionate.

Huh... I want to play with Cyril and be healed.

Mother and brother Cyril and sister Atarine finally arrived last night. Noah and Fanny were escorting us, so we were all right and we were so relieved.

But Cyril could only play a little in the morning because Sister Atarine hugged her and she slept easily. It hurts when they pull my hair, but it doesn't hurt.

During the ceremony, Cyril is on Lynne's lap on the top of the Buddha, playing in a good mood.

After a rushing parade around King's Capital and an unveiling to the people, this time it will be a party attended by the nobles.

This is my fourth change of clothes today. Yikes! I thought you could use your usual black and silver dress already, or that silver dress, but I got a grand NG from your father.

The black and silver dress doesn't feel like wearing around because Tina is changing her design a little bit, but she told me to stop black because she is a princess, a princess, a Virgin and a Duke's Warrant.

After all, can't black... The right to inherit the throne has also risen from fifth to fourth, and I have no choice.

So it's more of a silver dress, but I was scolded for being too obvious or too early because my back is a jerk. My Lady Elea the Queen forgave me, but I'm a little embarrassed too, so that's fine.

I don't mind that, but then I get dressed every time I'm surrounded by tons of samurai.

Besides, dresses made in super express just for today, so fine-tuning is also done on the spot. It's tight because it doesn't have an automatic sizing feature like my dress, so it adjusts in a position with your hands spread out to the side.... I don't have the strength. My arm will pull.

It's not a bee corset in the Holy King's kingdom, soft corsets dominate now, but it's still painful when you can tighten it cuddly.

My body is optimized by the power of the devil, but saying it's optimized is a number that looks beautiful as a person, so it's not like the waist that noble women seek.

"Yul to…"

Oh, your people are here.

The one who showed up in my dressing room was my friend and Timothy's fiancée, Bertille, the unfortunate brunette Marquise.

When I reunited at the castle, I was pounded with tears that I was worried......

"Betty, are you done over there?

"I'm done.... it took me a while."

"Yeah, you look great in that dress."

Betty has gotten really pretty in the last two years. I'm fifteen two years older than me, but I think you look really grown up and look great standing next to Timothy.

"... so stop that pathetic face"

"It is..."

Betty lowers her eyebrows shung and drips. I'm so sorry this kid is beautiful.

Why Betty is so tired, because it was so hard to adjust her dress, but I won't let her complain because it's mostly Betty's fault.

Betty asked me to strengthen her chest armor.

Betty's not too small, but she's still after Timothy, and her Poyon Poyon sisters looked down on her, or Shelly, who doesn't seem to be fourteen, was on her side, so let's not rush her.

I explained it right, didn't I? Individuals say there is a difference in growth.

My moves are based on the application of the 'wisdom of the other world' from what is called here in modern times, and only if there is room to grow, will they encourage that amount of growth.

Holy magic is a very dense and advanced magic that [regenerates] and [activates] substances whose chest growth has stopped, and uses [recovery] and [healing] to encourage stopped growth.

So it doesn't work at all for people who have no room to grow.... like Tina for example.

For once, “backgammon” exists, but the special sponge developed by Tina is a “subobject” that invades and parasitizes the human body, so I have completely banned its use by those involved, including Tina.

It's not dangerous, but it could be a lot of trouble, right? And I also told Betty that her determination remained unchanged, and I had no choice but to enforce the cryptic name 'Mercy of the Virgin Mary'.

If you ask me if I succeed or fail, I succeeded for now. We didn't see that much growth, but we were very happy that we were able to do a little valley.

But the dress worn by our senior noble lady is a lady's battle suit.

Completely bespoke to do on top of a close measurement. Because the “character” is different from a ready-made product that is just as luxurious as those bought by the lower aristocrats, Buri and others.

Because it is a weapon to destroy and survive enemies that are attacked on the bloody battlefield where bombardment is carried out.

It's just a few centimeters, just a few centimeters, and you have to modify the dress so that the blade leaves the heart due to that slight difference.

Maybe all of Betty's needles have been up all night...... Apologize to Mr. Needle.

So you deserve Betty's hard work. The silly thing about you is it's cute.

Well, whatever that doesn't matter, we're in the party, too.

Brother Lüdrick, escort, please.

"You've had enough in two years..."

Hmm? You got pretty or something?

"Your liver is in place."

Rude. I'm just used to it without denying it.

If it were true, I would be admitted through a door for senior nobility with my father and mother, even if I had the right to inherit the throne, which is nominally the Duke's house warrant, but this time through a door specifically for royalty.

Well, for various reasons, to show the nobles that the Saviour Virgin (for once) was attached to the royal side, and that Rick had no one to escort because he hadn't decided on a fiancée yet, because I had no fiancée, too, so there was no man to escort.

As far as I'm concerned, an escort would be fine with Lynne, because Lynne is not a nobleman.

Of course, me and Rick, if we hung up, the opposite sex would come by like a pyrania swarming with raw meat, but I'm sorry about those people for that status.

When it comes to engagement, I have that headache problem, but I need to be engaged to a domestic nobleman to keep me out of the country.

If you do poorly with this, as a royal family, maybe your engagement to Rick is also in perspective?

But rushing to decide on a fiancée, he will paint mud on the face of the Sylvail nation, which has set up a formal envoy to examine his engagement.

I know you know the back. I think you can catch as much mud as you want, but when you do that, you'll be seen as that kind of country by another country, and you'll be ketched in by another country, so politically the second prince of the Patriarchate will study abroad to see how it goes before you say it.

That's a pain in the ass, the Patriarchate.... crush it?

"... Yurcia, you look bad"

"Oh, ugh"

Your grandfather gave your grandmother. Uncle Elea. Timothy gave me Betty. And finally, Rick escorts me to admission.

Rick's hand held my hand hard. Is Rick nervous?

Oh, Shelly's got Noel escorting her. I know you're here, so stop waving.

First we dance in four groups. I'm a little suspicious, too, but is Betty okay? Ever since Betty came to the castle, I've been practicing dancing with a pair of hiccups.

Rick was surprisingly good at dancing and leading me. You're usually like a prince in a picture book when you smile like that even though you're on top of a Buddha.

When we're done, now the senior nobles start dancing. Father, mother, it's lovely.

Noel and Shelley also started dancing, and I'm dispersed. I will begin my work as I praise the many male aristocrats who try to apply for a dance.

Some southern aristocrats seem narrow shoulders who weren't directly involved in that rebellion, but I'll leave those opponents to Rick and Timothy. It's a boy's job.

First of all, you're the rescue of Betty, who's away from her fiancée and is surrounded by aristocratic women on a fast track.

"Oh, that sounds fun. Can I get mixed up, too?

When I call out, the old ladies who were surrounding Betty tremble in freak.

"Master Eurusia."

"Wow, we're nothing..."

The women who are after Timothy begin to wander off, but if they are intermediate nobles, they have no problems from the beginning. The problem is, you're the same Marquis sisters as Betty.

"Yul..."

"Oh, Master Eurcia, you're really back."

A flashy woman comes forward to block Betty's words on her hectic face.

He seems to love meat in his late teens. The woman in the dress, who boldly spread her chest on her bright red lips, faced me directly in the front without fear.

"Did you even eat raw meat? My lips are bright red."

"Be as rude as you can be..."

Psst, and I close the fan with only a moment of intimidation.

"Name it first. I don't know you."

"Huh! Ah, you,"

Tremble in anger as she turns blue or red.

Oh, well, that's surprisingly gutsy............. very much my preference.

The moment I smile lightly with a little interest, her face turns bright blue even though I don't know why, but I'm not intimidated, and I bow my head with a blubber tremor.

"... Izo... it's in Rude"

I don't lift my head. With a fan to gently stroke on Isolde's neck.

"Dear Isolde, Give me your family name. I'll remember you."

"... forgive me..."

Shit, I can see the ladies around you pulling a dong! I was just trying to tell you I was on Betty's back shield. What the hell?

It's like I'm holding her family hostage.

Which villain warrant lady are you? I am.

"Master Yul!

"Shelly."

Nice timing!

"Oh, Shelly. May I entrust Master Bertille to you? Show your faces, too. Please give them a hand."

"" "" Ha, ha!

The ladies responded well by stretching their spines.

"Is Master Yul going somewhere?

"Yul is so busy, don't interrupt me. Because Yul is the hope of so many women."

"... what?

No, I hope you're feeling better, but what are you saying all of a sudden, Betty?

At that moment, it was also something that occurred to me that certain women looked at Betty's chest chillily with a hazy face and bowed their heads exactly 90 degrees towards me.

"" Dear Yurcia, good day to you ""

"Oh... oh, thank you"

I kind of had the same look as those 'club' uncles, but are you gonna be okay?

I don't know, but I'm glad you're on Betty's side.

- Donations are - at the Carpe Chamber of Commerce -

…………

I heard something disturbing about to walk away, but if I care, I feel like I'm losing.

"Lucia, can you dance with me and wear it?

"Yeah, Noel. Please."

Next up is a dance with Noel I've been waiting for. It's hard because I, your father forbid you to dance outside of what I know.

Lucia is beautiful today.

"Oh, thanks... Noel looks great too"

Noel was so attached to the board that he didn't think he'd become a nobleman very two years ago. Sometimes a brave man, but with a full smile when I complimented him, the ladies were following Noel quite seriously.

"It was nice dancing with Shelley, too."

"Ugh, yeah. She's... right."

The dance with Noel is over, and I'm off the dance wheel before someone invites me again to take up my next job.

Oh, there he is.

At the corner of the venue, now a mass of aristocratic men could be made. It surrounds one woman and looks like she's surrounded by a group.

Your father told me, but I knew it would happen...... Would you like to do another job?

"Well, here you are, Sister Atarine."