Demon Noble Girl ~Story of a Careless Demon~

"Your Highness, the Duchess of Eurusia, I'm here to pick you up."

"Yeah, nice to meet you"

On the way to Wang Du's sightseeing, I was invited by First Prince Gino to an evening meal. Besides, I don't know what to do with the ladies in this country. You seem like a pain in the ass to ask. I'm looking forward to it.

Was it a decision before I responded, or it wasn't like when I arrived. They're going to some mansion with a carriage prepared by Gino.

I'd say evening falls, but there's still plenty of time. The sunshine is unusually long in this country, so it's still as bright as noon, but it was still about time for a snack.

Rice...... I haven't had rice in months without offering it or flavoring my soul. I don't even need to eat human meals, but it's a pain in the ass that I have to eat some of the stuff I hate because I'm noble.

Upon arrival at the mansion where that meeting was scheduled, the organizer, Gino, had not yet arrived, and in the meantime, we were going to have a tea party with the courtiers who were planning to dine with us.

Faceko and all of a sudden a tea party that hasn't even been introduced... what are you thinking?

"Who is the young lady?

Ask that to the magnificent butler on his way to be guided, he grins thinly.

"Oh, didn't you know? You know, good ambassadors... excuse me, young lady, but it's cruel."

After all, the people of the upper echelons seem to be so hostile to the Holy Kingdom.

"The ladies who are here are candidates for the engagement of His Highness Gino. Ladies and gentlemen, that's a wonderful help."

What's the purpose of getting me and Gino's fiancée to meet? In the meantime, I silenced Tina and Nia, tingling in the back with my gaze, and I arrived in the tea party room where the ladies were waiting.

………

When I entered that room, the three ladies who had chatted until then turned their gaze to me silently.

Uh... sure, in this sort of order, the Duchess' Eleonora, 18, has red hair sitting in her upper seat with a fluttering glance down at her.

Kara, 17, the marquis's maiden, has blue-like dark hair to her right and stares at her face.

I'm looking at Niyanya and me a little young on the left. Blonde, Countess Chloe, 15.

I don't even remember my family name.

The way you say hello varies from country to country, but you can't even say hello down there until you can speak up to the superior at a party or something. But it was decided at the tea party and someone introduced me, so I take it and greet the superior from those below.

It still seems so here, even though they are hosts welcoming royalty from other countries, the three of them did not break their attitude of being superior and waited for me to say hello.

An earlier butler appeals with his gaze to greet him quickly.

The ladies waiting in the room have also put pressure on me with their gaze to look down, to begin greeting me from the lower realm of the Holy King.

Well, if you're a regular noble lady, you'd atrophy in a situation without such allies.

So I kept walking, too, and quietly lowered my back to the chair Nia at the table where they were pulling me while the surprised young butler didn't move.

... because I get tired standing. They frowned at me with a honky smile as they were frightened soon after they became faceless, and the gaze of the butler and the samurai became even tighter.

Well, lawlessness is mutual, so you don't say anything from me.

…………

Shin... and only the silence that stuck indoors dominates.

Not seeing me in a hurry or being able to wolf, just looking at me with a thin smile, Carla first became restless and hung up a small voice that could plunder "tea..." to the ladies behind her.

The samurai moved out giddy, trying to swallow the spit in the words, and once with the three, prepared a teacup before me as well.

A temperamental samurai who was staring at me was shaking her hand pouring tea into the cup for some reason as she approached me.

I don't have a hand in tea. Just giggling forward, Eleonora opened her mouth abominably, drinking tea and dampening her lips.

"You've had more countrymen these days who don't even know common sense. You don't think so? Dear Chloe,"

"That's right, I'm compassionate enough to hang out with you, but I don't know where you stand, hey, Master Carla?

"Oh, yeah. I wonder if she's mistaken for a princess festival."

You were called out by the two of you to get your mind back together, or use words that Carla blatantly scorns when she regains her composure.

"Oh dear Kara, the intercession does not worship Her Majesty the Queen, a goddess, a rural man who believes in a false god. It's cruel to say that."

"I'm sorry, Master Eleonora. Me, the roots are honest."

"But it's true, isn't it? Ugh. Don't know the real God. You're stupid with the Virgin."

Looks like the three of them decided to ignore me. Keep me out of sight, but still don't stop disparaging me.

At its very heart, there's hostility to the Holy Kingdom, but there's something religious about it, apparently.

When I raise my hand softly, the three of us stop chatting and my gaze in silence pours on me again.

Tina stepped forward from the side at the same time I lowered that hand, took the tea placed in front of me and carried it to her mouth with a spoon.

Although toxic taste is a must for the aristocratic society, it is not imitated in such a way as to taste toxic in front of you at an invited tea party.

Eleonora glanced at the look of it, Carla hoisted her eyebrows, and only Chloe happily distorted her nibbly mouth.

And Tina said to quietly put the teacup back on the table.

It's cheap.

"What the hell!

Kara rises up to jump the chair in a gutter.

"You're insane!!

Carla can't ignore me and stand up. Eleonora sighs heavily and looks at me abominably. Chloe alternates surprised to see the cup and Tina who drank it, even if she planted the medicine.

When Tina, ignoring her gaze, which included the samurai's killing, took the heat-resistant vitreous and silver-working graceful teacup from somewhere and poured it a fragrant bright red tea to show off, the sweet fruit-like scent filled the room and I silently included it in my mouth.

"- Huh!!

When Carla, ignored by me, turned her face bright red and toothpicked, Zukazka and I walked straight out of the room.

That is followed slowly by Eleonora taking a seat, smashing her little tongue and heading out silently, Chloe rushes to take a seat and turns back at me.

"Don't worry about it. There's nothing Gino cares about you."

That said, when the last Chloe left the room, as she panicked, the samurai followed, and finally only the three of us and the deacon were left in the first magnificent year to guide her.

"So, how long have you been eating? Sebastian."

"Who is Sebastian so awesome!?

With all due respect, I thought a magnificent butler was Sebastian anyway.

I won.... there's no point in winning in particular, but I can't believe a woman doesn't buy a blown fight.... but I'm not persuasive.

Then when I was having tea alone in the room where no one was anymore, Sebastian (tentatively) told me about Gino's arrival.

A meeting between the two of us across the street. Looks like they ended up leaving like that. It just didn't seem like he had the guts to stay that far in a lame loss.

Gino was laughing bitterly like she was in trouble for such a meeting for two.

The diet of the Patriarchate has a Southern-style feel with plenty of vanilla and spices for the pleasure of the sea. But well, whatever they serve, they don't taste busy, for me, it's just spicy clay. (True)

All gibberish this one bite at a time. Gino has spoken to me like that, thinking (soulfully) that this would still be better served with manatees who speak the humanities I saw in that seafood market.

"Princess Eurcia, how were those three?

"I don't know yet."

Hmm? Tastefully? It seems more delicious than any other nobleman, but I don't think it would be rich if it wasn't aged a little longer. Gino nodded deeply as she accidentally divulged her honest thoughts.

Those three seem to be the next queen candidates for whom the queen has drawn her strength. So why didn't you make them royal, because power is biased against the witches, and because their birth was not found power and adopted, but was a senior nobleman at birth.

"In those three, it's hard to be a queen. In that case, my fiancée, the King, will not be able to make it. I'm sure there was an engagement meeting with Axel from my country to you..."

Oh, you talked about that. Estelle messed up, so I was wondering if that story had flown.

Thinking of it that way, Gino whispered softly to me with a serious face.

"Would you like to be my wife, eliminate the queen, and become a new queen?