Demon Noble Girl ~Story of a Careless Demon~

This is an unfinished future story.

Talk about future children who may or may not have one.

"Master Cyril, wake up. Come on. It's morning ~"

Holy King Taliteld. At the castle, the main residence of the Duke of Versenia in Tour territory, one young brunette pulls open a curtain hung on a large window and looks back to jump a little in the light of the sun.

Should I describe it as' young 'rather than young...?

She was about 130 cm tall, wrapped her slurring limbs around blue maid clothes with all the way to her ankles, and looked like she wasn't even ten years old yet, but she was a strange atmospheric girl who felt strangely used to wearing them rather than being dressed in maid clothes that were work clothes even though she was such a girl.

"Oh, it's morning ~"

In the unresponsive room the girl calls again as she swells her cheeks, her hair slightly wavy from the long hair tied up spreads to her cheeks.

The girl's mother was also famous as a cool beauty, and the mother-like girl had a neat face, but if you look at her, you'll realize it's doll-like beauty that removed distortions as a person.

"Master Cyril."

When this happened, it was all about exercising strength, and when the girl reached out to get herself onto a huge bed with a canopy, she grabbed her arm from someone who was supposed to have slept in the center of the bed and was gently drawn.

"Geez."

"Good morning, Amelia"

I was unable to indulge because I was embarking myself, and I would see the person's face up close, and the girl - Amelia - pours a ju on her cheek.

"Hih."

As Amelia lowered as she leaked her strange voice and bounced, her brilliant golden hair twinkled in the morning sun as the sleeping boy stretched herself up.

"Dear Cyril!

"Ha, sorry, Amelia"

Golden eyes reddened by golden hair.

The boy - Cyril - bows his head honestly as he endures to blow his slightly red cheeks out into a childhood look.

Cyril, a ten-year-old son of the Duke of Versenia, had taken advantage of his summer vacation from the School of Magic in Wangdu to return to Thule territory with his maid Amelia, a year under.

He's had a nostalgic bed where he lived until a few years ago, and he's been sleeping too hard, and at the same time he's had a tough prank.

"Oh... I knew it would be up to Deacon to wake Master Cyril in the morning. It's the butler who helps you change anyway."

"Shit. I can do it myself if I can even get dressed now, and I don't feel like 'morning' until Amelia wakes me up."

"What is it, that? Then wake me up as soon as you wake me up."

"I don't care if they say so...... Oh, yeah"

Cyril sat back on the bed, slapping Pong her hand just saying she had come up with something good, and pointed a glittering smile at Amelia.

"I'll be up as soon as Amelia chews me on the cheek."

"To?"

Amelia's face, Kyoton, not knowing what was said for only a moment, dyed bright red to the ear instead of understanding what it meant.

I'm sorry!

"Guuuuuu"

"Oh, I don't know what you're talking about, Master Cyril!

Throwing a feather pillow at Cyril's face, Amelia escaped from Cyril's room with her face bright red.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry, Amelia"

…………

After that, Cyril continues with a peculiar apology after Amelia walking down the hallway to a childhood friend who doesn't listen to me at breakfast, with no eyes or mouth.

The other servants stare with a smiling warm look at the young man desperately taking the mood of a young maid.

Being two childhood friends, Cyril had earned acclaim for being reminiscent of the Duke when he was younger because of his fearless personality, but only from an early age would he not be able to raise his head to Amelia.

It had become a festive poem of the past few years for young servants like those recently hired to look strange to those two looks and teach them that by ancient stock servants.

"Hey Amelia."

"... oh dear Cyril, please don't keep your head down easily. Cyril is a duke's son, and I'm a maid of honor."

Cyril leaks bossy in a stubborn tone, rejoicing in her mouth at Amelia, who suddenly looks back and preaches with her hands on her hips.

"Amelia, isn't she a baroness?"

Amelia's grandfather and grandmother are retired, but deacons and samurai chiefs who worked long for the Duke of Versenia, and who, from their merits, gave the Baroness from the Duke, whose father is the Duke's family decree and whose mother is now the samurai chief, a splendid aristocrat deeply involved with the Duke's family.

Moreover, Amelia's grandfather was the uncle of the Duchess of Versenia, a native of the Viscount family, where Cyril and Amelia were also slightly related in blood.

Due to their near age in such a situation, they are two of the same daughters and brothers who grew up as babies, but as Cyril, Amelia will be on the best side because she has become a maid, but she is also dissatisfied with the relationship between the Lord and the servant.

Amelia became beautiful as she grew up, and when she enrolled in the college, several nobleman's younger brothers were interested in Amelia, and Cyril was yawning.

"That's... yes, but, um... I get it. I'm not mad anymore."

"Thank you, Amelia"

Cyril gave a full smile when Amelia allowed it, and on that smile, Amelia's ears turned just a little red again.

"So what do we do today? My father tells me you can do whatever you want tomorrow, but you want to go play somewhere?

"It's been a long time, so will you even see it in the city of Toole territory?

"That's necessary, but shopping isn't much different from Wang Du, so it's a few more attractions like this..."

It's a tourist attraction in Tour territory.

We both lean our necks in the same way while standing in the hallway.

As for Cyril, he came back from the trashed King's Capital, so he and Amelia wanted to walk somewhere quiet.

Either way, if I go out, the Duke's man, the escort knight will follow me, but it's a matter of mood.

Well, I'm exploring my memories to see if there's a good place.

"Ahhh!

"... hmm?

"Yes?"

When the two of us looked back at each other, there stood a maid girl with three knitted redheads, slightly older than the two of them, with a tense face.

"Uh... Mr. Eva?

"Dear Cyril, what about my local or something? Ugh!? You can also study where there was a case or something. I'll show you around."

Eva spoke to Cyril to ignore Amelia she spoke to.

Indeed, she was a thirteen-year-old girl who had been a courtesy apprentice to the Duke's house since last year, not deciding on her fiancée because she was a four-woman, the Viscount's courtesy of the Duke of Versenia.

Amelia leans her neck but takes a big step back, as she went to a college in Toole territory instead of a college in Wang Du for saying so, so she had little contact, but even if she was ignored, the other person is a Viscount person.

To such Amelia Eva turned her gaze as if she had won only for a moment, rubbing off as if she were flattered by Cyril, also known as the Prince of the Sun in the King's Capital.

"Let me show you around, Cyril."

"... right. I don't have any other ideas, and how's Amelia?

That Cyril left the final decision to her childhood friends as a matter of course, and Eva peeled her eyes when she saw it.

"Right. I think it's good, don't you?

Amelia also decided lightly, as usual, that Eva would bite her back teeth by herself to the two of us smiling and staring at each other.

Amelia is the Baron and Eva is the Viscount, but Amelia's position is more respected among the nobles in view of her blood ties and her contribution to the Duke's family.

Haven't you been educated like that, simply ignoring Amelia by the title of Viscount and Baron, she was Eva sitting next to Cyril in the carriage and talking to her all the time, but Amelia began embroidering her handkerchief silently, and Cyril, unable to talk to Amelia, was gradually starting to feel irritated.

"Right here! This is where the first demon summons and the second demon summons took place twenty years ago!

"Oh, yeah."

Sure, it was where Cyril's sister was kidnapped at an early age, now abandoned but with the remains of the magic formation, or usually an interesting place with a liver test feel, but Cyril does not hesitate to return to Eva's words like she was excited.

Amelia, who was walking a few steps behind those two, had the wreckage of the magic formation on her fingertips just as boring as Cyril.

"... Huh?

That's when Amelia felt like she heard a slight voice.

This is already the kind of place where neighborhood kids come for a liver test, and Eva's hard claim that there's no danger, so the escort knights are waiting near the entrance and they're not here.

"Dear Cyril, I see something. Let's go back to the knight."

"What are you talking about!? You said this place is safe. You can't believe me!?

"Not..."

"Oh, man."

A translucent figure emerges from the rubble as Eva, who was in a hurry because Cyril's attitude was not bare, provokes eclampsia and releases magic.

"It's gusto!

Gusto is a demon like the middle of evil spirits and demons, born of creature malice and fear, which can only be dealt with by magic, but not a great threat if you are a mage.

But if there were more than one, it would be a threat to them who are students.

The cause of the outburst is an inadvertent release of magic, but did the outburst here remain strong even in the demonic magic of the old exorcised demons?

Anyway, Amelia is calculating that if the three of us work together, we can go back to the entrance.

"Ahhhhhhh!! Hey hey hey hey!!

Eva, who suddenly panicked, escaped alone trying to poke Amelia.

"... Huh?

Without understanding what happened for a moment, I was about to stick Amelia from her head into the rubble with a Kyoton face.

"Amelia!!

Cyril interrupted aggressively, trying to shelter Amelia and falling in.

"... and Master Cyril? Master Cyril!?

Amelia screams at Cyril for losing her mind about hitting her in the head.

"And divine magic,"

Amelia learned in class that sacred magic and subpoena magic were the only fits, so if she hit her head, she couldn't move it.

The Spirit Magic couldn't help but move while the Spirit lay flat for some reason, but even the most sacred magic available, Amelia could still only use the magic in contact, upset by the feeling of null blood where it touched Cyril's head, and could not be activated successfully.

"What to do, what to do,"

In the meantime Gusto was slowly approaching the two of us, but only Cyril appeared in Amelia's eyes.

"Master Cyril."

At that time, without thinking particularly deeply about whether he flashed something or remembered something, Amelia called on Cyril.

"'Wake up.' Huh!

As Amelia's lips touched Cyril's cheek as they were, the divine magic light spread around its contact, and Cyril, who had lost her mind, awoke quietly.

"Ame... Leah?

"Master Cyril. Ah."

Cyril was black-and-white with her eyes on the feel of her cheeks and Amelia she had been holding, but realizing the situation where gusto was still there, she hugs Amelia to shelter her.

But...

………

Pepper.

""... Huh?

The approaching gusts seemed sorry to the two of them, and when they lowered their heads with a slightly human trick, they lay flat like spirits who had previously come out in front of Amelia, then carefully cleaned up the debris around them and left somewhere to peck again.

"... what the hell?

"... come on? I just came to say hi... or something?

…………

Then immediately the escort knight came looking for him, and when he returned to the entrance, Eva was protected by the knights - not captured.

I am certain that I put the Lord in danger, even without offense, so I will not punish him, but Eva was to be sent straight home.

I don't know that low-level demon Gusto's attitude is good either and I doubt it, but Cyril was in a better mood than she was when she went out and Amelia was somewhere awkward.

"I knew when I woke you up in the morning, would you chew me on the cheek?

"And I don't know!