Demon Noble Girl ~Story of a Careless Demon~

Clara Sendel. She grew up as an orphan in a small country in the southern part of the continent, among them a small village on the border.

Clara was not an orphan from the start either. I never saw my father, but I lived in the city at the time and my good-looking mother had a lot of money for some reason, even if she was always drinking, so I had no trouble living.

If there was a problem, would it have been that young Clara didn't recognize her uncontacted mother as her family? Neither the housekeeper my mother employed was particularly loving to Clara, so Clara grew up without understanding what a family was.

My mother died of alcoholism when I was four when such a turning point came to Clara.

The housekeeper did no more work than the money he received, but nevertheless took Clara as his last job to a small village, his mother's home town, and deposited Clara in an orphanage in the church with the money her mother left behind.

Clara on her body was surprisingly familiar with the life of an orphanage.

Few people in the village knew Clara's mother, neither Clara nor her mother thought to cry, but just played with the other orphans like children and helped the church.

I wasn't tamed because Clara was surprisingly decent, but because she wasn't decent, I was easily tamed.

The priest of the Church, who saw it, groaned small in the chapel where no one was, as he removed the little magic equipment from the old box, which he had never opened since his assignment to this village.

"We found what you were looking for"

The Church - what the Church, which governs it behind, was looking for, is a thing with a kind of hilarious soul.

Special abilities (skills) are, in a sense, "oozes”. The problem is the strength of the "soul” that was able to get it, because it is the only thing with a strong soul that can be used in various ways.

When it comes to things with strong souls, they are, for example, brave men and hero classes. Exactly. Brave men are not something to look for and find, but they exist quite a bit in the hero class.

There are other people whose souls are strong under special conditions, but one of those conditions is a thing with a soul from another world. Its otherworlds - things with strong enough souls to cross to different worlds - had certain characteristics.

That is obviously an intense self unlike the others. Many things with enough souls to cross over into the other world, even if they seem seemingly normal, lurk “madness” within.

It doesn't matter if you have memories of a previous life or not. Clara's case was also clearly a different situation from that of a normal child, who naturally accepted it as if she had decades of life experience.

Clara is a child with no memory of her previous life. Clara, who was taken over by the church in the big city, was being tested while playing with a child named Estelle, two years old, who was brought in the same way at that time, but she was taken somewhere far away and Clara was' educated 'in the basement of the church and returned to the village.

Then life began again in the village, but little by little Clara changes.

The slightly swollen eyelids and childish, round faces refreshed and the dull blonde hair began to glow honey-colored. And he was able to handle the power of the Spirit of Light, greatly improving his physical abilities.

As a result, Clara, a girl who has been recognized as a brave man and more beautiful than the Church, is recognized by the people, and the inside changes dramatically.

"I'm the chosen one, so you don't have to put up with it."

Helping people is to gain praiseworthy pleasure.

I do church work because I get a lot of money and luxury.

Even though he lived as a villager, he scorned the villagers in his heart, hated the chores and bought slaves that just looked like male prostitutes, and similarly captivated and added to his companions a class of heroes who scorned civilians with beauty.

In it, Clara companioned Marc, who looked mediocre and merely conferred boost abilities on the meal, because he was surrounded by aristocrats and wealthy born companions and from a complex of being the only one from the village.

He put Marc, the same villager, down there like a lower man, with which he captivated his beauty, and then tried to clear up the worry of the complex by letting himself be treated like a princess.

He was somewhat concerned about Marc in front of his people, and he also induced his jealous companions to annoy Marc, and he enjoyed it from the shadows.

Clara's life gradually becomes flashy and on track.

Recognized by the Church, he could no longer complain to Clara, the "brave man" who was also connected to the kings of the small nations, wrapped around expensive costumes that could not be bought by the same aristocrats at parties organized by the State, and took away the gaze of the men to ridicule the aristocratic courtiers.

I am no longer an orphan village daughter. My power approaches the king of a nation, whose beauty is incomparable with that of the noble ladies and so forth.

But it took a lot of money to maintain it. Dresses and accessories worn once cannot be used twice. We used luxury beauty products from the Patriarchate and the Holy King at all costs and stayed in luxury inns to bathe every day.

Even if there is aid in saying brave men, then it is not enough to hunt for demons. Clara also began to receive dubious work designated by the Church, selling off some of her slaves to the Lady of Aristocrats without even enough of it, taking the reward from Marc, who was in a foothold.

But Marc was quite helpful in his footsteps. They were doing chores, cooking and managing the health of the party instead of slaves who just looked like they could do nothing.

The marc got away from the party. In fact, it was the truth that Marc's jealous companions did not give him a reward or threatened him to stop, but Clara and the others, whose money was starting to get rough, were beginning to hamper their activities with his absence.

That's when Clara will be reunited with Marc in the city where she stopped by chance.

Fortunately for this I solicited Marc again, but he was after he had already been hired by some 'lady'.

Looking at Marc, who was better than he was when he was at the party and seemed to have a good turnaround, Clara told Marc that he could go back if he was going to pay for it as an apology.

Marc is in love with himself. There's no way a young man in a village who has seen a beautiful girl like himself and lived in a narrow world doesn't fall in love with himself.

If you show your blonde hair like a nobleman you hardly see in the village, Marc will understand the difference in character, though I don't know which lady.

When he thought that and smiled at Marc, he had some troubled ambiguous loving laugh and then heard a beautiful voice like a silver bell from a big carriage.

"Can I help you with our servant?

A dazzling golden glow...... A beautiful girl appears like a doll with golden eyes in her blonde hair, and Clara steps back to be pressured by that poor smile.

Does such a beautiful girl exist? I looked like Clara or a little younger when I was a year old, but the way I walked, the movement of my fingers, every single one of those things was more sophisticated than any aristocratic woman I'd ever seen, and compared to that, it seemed like a small country courtier or something rural, and my own blonde hair, which I was proud of, also looked just a lighter brown color compared to a girl.

The levels are too different. Even the companions were more flattered than they fell in love with a girl like the 'princess' of the great kingdom, but then the two maids who came out of the carriage also combined amazing beauty, and the other deacons and female knights who stopped in Clara's eyes were beautiful, forgetting to even breathe instead of uttering words to them like that, and only one, Clara, grabbed her back teeth while only Clara gripped her own hair at the smile of the lady.

"Come on, can I talk to you?

When I smile with Nicole, only the brave Clara stares back at me as you all open your mouths with Pocan.

Oh... just this kid? I meant to curb the intimidation, but did it leak somewhere and intimidate me?

"Give me back my marc! Anyway, you're stumbling on Marc and you're just using it!? I won't let that happen."

Saying such a dialogue as Clara pinches her waste as she stares at me. I don't mind, but when I'm listening to Marc, I want to tell him to look in the mirror.

To Clara's dialogue, I spoke to Marc, who lay on the diagonal side.

"Oh, really? Marc. You just work the same way?

It's a voice that's not big or small, but it should be heard by people around here for now. Marc Boy answered my query honestly while pulling a little.

"Keh, I've got four big gold coins as a contract fee! I'm still an apprentice, but I'm wearing five gold coins a month. Ah!

A twitch arises from the surrounding wild horses in the words.

Well, I guess so. If I were an aristocratic squire of the Holy King, it wouldn't be such an amazing sum, but if I were about the age of a Marc boy around here, I'd be jealous if I got one gold coin for a resident apprentice.

Besides, I can't get paid for a contract without being such a skilled craftsman. Still, if you could get one large coin for the cost of living in your place, it would be a world like yours, so everyone would know that this amount is broken.

It's no big deal.

"Really? For your information, can you tell me how much you were giving Marc?

"Uh..."

Clara, questioned, looks back at her companions with a troubled face.

From Clara's gear, I think she's the type to use five or ten pieces of gold coins, like hot water, but her buddies panicked out of sight under Clara's gaze.

Even if you lie, you'll find out soon enough because there's a Marc boy who's Ten himself. If you convert it to a month that's his story, it's less than ten silver coins, and I pay for the inn personally, so Marc, you were on the verge of bankruptcy, weren't you?

"Uh-huh."

Nobody defends me and Clara roars as she bites her lower lip.

The spectators also looked at our interactions like that and turned a frigid gaze at them, looking more or less at the circumstances.

The truth is, I too, when I met the braves, I was going to dash and make contact with the Marc boy and explore the circumstances behind all this with the church, but I saw Clara and rescheduled.

'Cause even if you look at that word and deed, there's only so many stiff people or so many assholes that have ever tangled me from the front.

"Come on, remember. I'll definitely get Marc out of your hands."

"" "" Clara!

My people go after Clara as she runs away wearing a throwaway dialogue.

Uh-huh. Aren't you even that dumb? It feels away before the wound spreads by feeling the change in gaze around you.

Probably going to involve a lot of things from now on.

"Master Eurcia, would you like to have those?

Noah approaches softly and asks in a small voice. When I say sneak up on you, if it's trouble, will Noah and the others sneak up on you? I think that means...

"Right, do a little research on them. Especially about money."

"Yes, sir."

When I answer that, Noah laughs niggly at the devil's grin. No, I'm not even going to do that inhumane thing, but leaving her alone, which disparaged me, seems annoying to my squire, and I guess I'll pay for cocking up the newly hired Marc boy.

Clara. I'll tell you who I sold the fight to.