Demon Noble Girl ~Story of a Careless Demon~

There is a group of twelve small States in the southern part of the continent.

The population ranged from tens of thousands to 200,000, only about the great noble territories of the great powers, but few countries even invaded neighbouring countries with the characteristic temperament of Southerners unrelated to hunger to increase their territory, and they nevertheless cautioned their neighbours and joined hands against the threat of the great powers, with the impression that they were somewhere tiny.

What still remained of such a small group of countries without integration into the major powers was simply the geographical problem of not balancing the food supply in the south, an agriculture-centric trading area.

It wasn't like there was no interference with a big country. Each of the big countries is helping a number of small countries from the back and adjusting to guide the direction of the Union of Small States when things happen.

But in doing so, the Sylvaist nation, the southernmost power on the continent, was interfering with the group of nations from another side.

Instead of a doctrine in which the Queen, a monotheistic religion, was a goddess, he had caused the common religion, Toyoshi Costology and others, to build several churches called financial aid, and he had reasonably pulled useful people into the diocese by sitting at the top of them those with the breath of the diocese.

Those with strong soul power. Useful figures among them, both capably and externally, were adopted by royalty and nobility, those with only prominent capabilities were heavily used as special forces of the army, and children with simply strong powers of the soul were used for materials and experiments with biological weapons such as Chimaira.

One of them, Clara, excelled in both ability and appearance, but was “educated" as a "brave man" because his abilities were biased on the battle side.

This is, in a sense, to counteract the "brave man of the holy kingdom", the superior being of the brave. Hero classes tend to gather under the brave guarded by the Spirit of Light. It was also a measure to prevent the concentration of power under the most troublesome “beings” nestled in the Holy Kingdom and its centre.

There were about a few hero classes gathered under Clara. Clara, an artificially made brave man, is inferior to a pure brave man, but "The Brave One of the Holy Kingdoms" couldn't have been an issue in the first place because it didn't show up easily.

But the "brave man of the Holy Kingdom" appeared light. Knowing that it was that “being” that was chosen as the Virgin at the same time, Queen Silbertal begins to jeopardize that “being”.

Initially, Clara's Brave Party was scheduled to crusade the Demon King of the North, who had made suspicious moves to foil, but was rescheduled due to the movement of "Brave Men of the Holy King".

Because he was inferior to the 'brave man of the Holy King' in his current power of war and, above all, did not yet want to be known to the “being” of the Holy King.

♪ A golden cat carrying misfortune ♪

A map of forces that had remained unchanged for more than a thousand years had begun to call that “being” in the demonic realm, in which the supreme being, the [Lord Demon], had extinguished one pillar, the [Lord Demon], not directly but another, and had transformed the [Dark Beast], which no one could contain.

It was still built and its power was lower among the top classes, but Silbertal did not insult its “existence”.

For that reason Clara's existential significance was changed to increase the support base of the "Church” supported by the Church rather than increase her courage as a brave man.

Clara was a brave man more accredited than the Church, but has not done much church work so far. This was simply because requests from nobles and royalty were more gold and gorgeous than church work.

Clara, who had been shunned from fighting on the Great Stage by the instructions behind the Patriarchate, knew no mighty enemies, no frustrations, no degrees, but I guess it was in a way irrelevant for her village daughter to become arrogant in character.

Clara doesn't know she's being manipulated from the Patriarchate.

Days praised unconditionally just to say brave. Gold and silver given as a gorgeous night club and reward for royalty and nobility.

Clara, accustomed to such a life, was beginning to be forced to continue the work of the less-paid Church in listening to the wishes of the common people.

"The Potions are being wholesaled by that Reiki Girl!?

The knight of the brave party barked that way in an overreacting manner.

Existing potions are eliminated by buyout, and newly sold potions are more effective than existing but more than double the price.

Regardless of the clerics and magicians who consume it in large quantities, other members, including Clara, didn't quite understand what that meant, but when they hear it's a beautiful girl, Marc's new master, who's wholesale it, the other guys show a boost.

"Then let's sell it directly to that woman."

"What about asking that girl to be one of us?

"That's a good idea. I can use the potion at will."

"Yeah... I don't think so."

Clara distorted her mouth like she was bored because her buddies who had been thistling suddenly started talking about other women.

"Clara can't shop too much money for the potion, either, can she?

"Uh-huh..."

The work of the Church is not gold, but there is pressure from many quarters to come around only the work of the Church. Thanks to this, Clara's popularity from people is also increasing, but she owes too much money to stay in a luxury inn where she has a bath as it is.

I used to be just a village daughter, but now it was resistant to get into a mass bath mixed up with the common people and not knowing who got in.

Even the largest city in the country is a small country at aristocratic level. There are only two or three luxury lodgings where nobles and big merchants can stay.

We weren't in the inn where we were staying, so when we went around from the nearby area for now, we found the example girls gracefully drinking tea in the lounge of the first luxury inn.

………

Is he really just a merchant? Neither is the dress to be wrapped around nor is it as long as the hem worn by the noble lady, but with the very graceful making of fabric as never seen black and white, the figure sitting on the couch drinking tea is as good as wondering where the princess of a great power is, silent as the men can be unexpectedly bewitched.

Even as Clara's brave men, fame and strength, their companions admired Clara because of her wild chrysanthemum-like pity, but their values were beginning to shake because they saw 'real' in a way.

"Hey, that one there. What do you mean you're selling potions for a high price!

Clara, who boiled her business there, suddenly hangs up like selling a fight.

Clara's face sells there, but of course it's a luxury inn, so even brave men and guests can't be forgiven for not putting a mess on it, and a golden girl rushes to come from behind with employees and security guards - Eurcia put one hand up and stopped it.

"Oh, what can I do for you?

To that appearance of a smile with Nicole, she steps on so that Clara, who was stepping out, is under barometric pressure.

"Oh, you, potion!

"Well, calm down, Clara. Excuse me, ma'am. I heard you were unloading highly effective potions and went into negotiations."

"What negotiations?

As the knight speaks with forgiveness for Clara, Eurcia smiles flutteringly as she leans her neck against the knight, ignoring Clara.

"We are fighting for the weak every day at the party of the brave Clara. So let me give you the honor of being one of our supporters."

"Well..."

Upon hearing it, Eurusia's grin deepened, and for some reason the knight, who received that grin directly in front of him, felt a cold sweat flowing down his back.

"Yes, how about that?

"I'm in trouble...... I wholesale that potion, but I'm not the one making it."

"So who..."

"I'll be there. Marc."

"Ha, ha!

Marc, who was at the far end of the maids, replied and his former companions unexpectedly opened their eyes, unaware that he was out of its shadow thinness.

"Marc... made it? That potion!?

When the sorcerer unwittingly raises his voice, Eurcia nods gently and turns her gaze to Marc.

"Marc, explain to him."

"Ha, ha!

Marc can add an effective buff effect to the meal he makes. A meal that is absorbed over several hours yields only a few hours of faint effects, but in the case of potions with instantaneous efficacy an increase of roughly 40-50% was achieved.

"There's such a use for Marc's ability..."

"This is how he's supposed to use his abilities. It was a good pick up."

I told the bewildered sorcerer that Eurcia seemed to have nothing.

"But most shops kept that potion! You can make as many of them as you want."

Can't you believe that. When the cleric boy screams like that, Eurcia nods lightly.

"Of course, there's no time for that, no ingredients to make it from scratch. So we've added an effect to your existing potion. You'll need some magic, but if you work hard, you can handle it."

Marc's complexion gets worse, how hard he worked, how hard he worked.

"Oh no... I can't buy up all the potions in this country..."

"You can't buy as much as an individual has. However, it was about 30,000 copies of the stock that the guilds and merchants had, so there's no problem with about 30 large pieces of gold."

"Become"

A cleric gets stuck in words without thinking of the price enough to buy a mansion in first class around here.

"So, but then with your product?

"That potion I'm lending Marc money to make at his discretion. I'm splitting it with his kindness."

"Then you just have to ask Marc to come back!

That's where Clara broke into the story so well.

"If Marc returns, he won't have to buy expensive potions, and he'll make money so he can gush out as much as he wants."

The wealthy, who watched the disturbance in the lounge of a luxury inn, openly glances at the unexpected dialogue with the person. Merchants traveling to and from multiple countries in particular manifested their disgust at that statement, which forcefully stole the business of others.

"What do you want Marc to do?

Eurcia was not angry at it either, leaving the decision to the servant himself.

"... oh, I..."

Marc seemed a little distraught to see Clara, who had previously been attracted to him even when he made such a statement, but when a blonde maid gently slapped her shoulder from behind, she stretched her spine shanky to make a declaration of clarity.

"I'll let you work for the lady!

Why do you seem a little happy even though you're cold sweating?

"Oh no..."

When Clara drops her shoulder with a stunned face that she didn't expect to be turned down, she slaps that shoulder to comfort the warrior.

"Even if Marc comes back, he can't make a fortune without the financial resources to buy a regular potion."

"Oh, you were recognized as brave without me, were you? Isn't it normal for you to help out with the money?

When Eurcia told him so, Clara raised her face with momentum.

"Yes...... is it?

"Yes, at least I heard that the brave men of the Holy Kingdom were guaranteed the finest of all expenses, both travel and equipment."

"Yes... that's right!

"" "" Clara!

My people rush after Clara, who keeps up the momentum and rushes out of the inn.

Seeing it, Eurcia sighed, calling the innkeeper and putting one large gold coin on the table, smiling nicely all around her.

"I'm sorry to bother you. I'll take care of the payment here."

You don't feel good about wasted scattering, even though you can't help but spend your money.

But it's a big mess, but could this first create a discord between the brave and the Church? What makes you distrustful after that...... hmm?

That's when Fanny, who was keeping an eye on the brave man, came back.

"You know, Master Eurusia, that brave man, he was rambling in church and destroying buildings."

…………

What are you thinking about digging a grave all of a sudden......