Lute, twelve.
The Demon Continent is located opposite the Demon Continent.
There are no seasons and the weather is cloudy.
The earth is also thin and the crops are difficult to grow.
Inevitably, even lean land is grown and nutritious legumes are grown mainly.
Unlike the Monster Continent, meals are only served twice in the morning and evening.
The contents of the meal are also qualitative and bean soup, salad, simple meat dishes and occasional fish.
There is also a lot of seasoning and only salt.
Is the demonic race a race that is not very interested in eating, or even if it is of high status, it seems that the menu remains almost unchanged from the general public.
But I pour my soul into the afternoon tea party, the night club.
The young and old men of the devil race have no eyes for tea and sweet treats.
For this reason almost all the flour, sugar, fruit, etc. imported are transformed into confectionery. They also import large quantities of tea leaves from incense tea (Kaoricha).
If you're about to bake bread with flour, make a cake! It's a national pattern.
Instead of importing wheat and sugar from the demonic continent and elsewhere, they export iron ore, coal, gold and silver copper, demonic stones, gemstones raw stones, etc., from the demonic continent.
The land is thin, but instead the vast land is heavily sleeping with resources.
When it comes to the planet of previous life, it's like an Arab country with oil.
But there is no such thing as a 'state' in the Demon Continent.
When deciding on major matters, representatives of the clan gather to meet and decide on policies.
Even if we want to unite as a nation, it is difficult because demonic races have more races than other races.
There's no way a mermaid race and a bird race can do the same lifestyle or anything. It is not even possible to unify the way of thinking and direction.
That's why we can't get to the point of being a nation.
I tried it from other races and it's an underdeveloped race less than the state.
Some are close to demons in appearance and lifestyle.
Therefore, it may have been inevitable to have developed from discrimination into war.
About a thousand years ago, a war broke out in the Fairy Race & Race & Beast Race Coalition vs Demon Race.
At first it was the Union State of the Wicked Beasts, which insulted the people of the U.N., but the unity of the demonic races was high when it was more difficult than imagined.
Ultimately it ended in a draw, but given the personal skills and high magic power levels of the demonic races, it was also possible that the Union State of Wicked Beasts would have lost if the battle had been prolonged.
In addition, the Devil's continent is home to mountains of resources, including mines, coal, precious metals, demonic stones and gemstones.
The Union Nation of Wicked Beasts finds out that it is a race that should not be turned against its enemies by discriminating because it looks close to demons.
After this war, a trend of violation of manners was created to adopt a discriminatory attitude towards the demonic race.
The title of Count Dan Gate Blood, who bought me because of the absence of a state in the Demonic Continent - "The Count" was given with the land because he had been active in a small country on the Demonic Continent in the past.
Currently, the land seems to be managed by someone my husband knows.
What the hell did you do...
Count Dan Gate Blood was born as a three boy in the vampire main house.
It's hopeless to be a trail.
But thanks to his talent as a born sorcerer, he reaches the level A of sorcerer.
When he graduates from the School of Mages, his frontier-spirited husband quickly signs himself up for the Adventurer's Good Offices Association (Guild) and flies out of the Demon Continent.
He exorcised demons, crusaded bandits, sold fights to dragons, destroyed an army (Legion) that turned to his enemies by itself, and ran through dangerous dungeons - moving around the world narrowly and on various adventures.
At first, he was distanced around because of his demonic race.
But it was a social, powerful and even more gentlemanly attitude, so the first discrimination also immediately blew away, making numerous friends and companions.
Such a husband met his wife, who was hunting pirates at the time.
Mrs. Cellas Gate Blood was a former pirate hunting captain.
She is also a magician b-plus strong.
As soon as they meet, they fall in love at first sight.
The husband handed his bracelet (bracelet) to his wife during the day and got married.
They were all equally surprised that no one could accompany the two too early at the time.
And when they returned to the Demon Continent, they started a trading company.
Your wife's, knowledge of sailing forged in pirate hunting.
And thanks to her husband's ability to act & the connections she had built so far, the company immediately made huge profits.
Particularly profitable was the business of hiring Dwarves to process and export gemstones, gold, silver, etc. in the Demon Continent.
Everything from material excavation, processing and transportation is done inside the company.
For that matter, it was possible to make it high-quality, and we built a system that delivers a more customer-preferred design and meets fine orders.
Thanks to this, the reputation of the customer has been good and the order has come into play.
The other demonic races tried to manipulate it, but not like my husband, causing cultural friction with the Dwarves.
Again, unlike my husband, I don't have a twat with the upper class living in the demonic continent or anything like that.
That's why I don't have anyone to sell them even if I make them.
This makes no sense no matter how many items you make.
Next to others struggling that way, her husband's business continued to grow rapidly.
We are both now almost retired.
I basically leave the business to my men, to the extent that I sometimes go to see how things go.
What are you doing on a day other than work?
The wife has tea parties and gatherings with similar wives for various gatherings. Hobbyist.
My husband was even taking it into muscle strength training.
Anyway, he likes to build muscles.
When I meet my husband while working in the hallway, I take off my upper body clothes and pose in an instant.
"Lute! How are my muscles! You look beautiful!
"Yes. It's so wonderful and beautiful. I think he's growing up."
"Right, right! Ha, ha, ha!
When satisfied with the response, he disappears into the corner of the hallway naked with his upper body.
Then from the corner of the hallway, I heard Mr. Merse's voice 'It's beautiful, it's wonderful' and his husband laughing again.
You don't have to ask everyone that much...
Several times a month, my husband and his wife would also go on a small trip.
It's as if they were newlyweds, and they travel close together and amicably.
It's an elegant slow life for everyone.
But - your husband's success and graceful days, jealous of it are the eldest and second sons of the Vampire main house, or your husband's brothers.
The main house is old, there is land, and in general they can also be said to be upper class.
But to my husband, in total assets, it is overwhelmingly defeated.
That's what they really don't like.
Once back in the day, I gave you a good reason, and my eldest and second son have waged war on my husband.
The opponent is the Vampire tribe in the main house, about 1,000 people. Of which, there are about fifty magicians.
By contrast, the Brad family, headed by their husband and wife, gathered fewer than fifty talent to fight.
But the result is the overwhelming victory of the Brad family.
Those who side with the Brad family are fellow adventurers who owe a debt to his wife's former men and husband. In combat experience and loyalty, it doesn't even reach under the feet of the Vampires.
And above all, it was your husband's presence that was decisive.
Your husband's magician A level is not Dada.
Mage A level is an area where a handful of geniuses can work hard to finally reach it.
At that time in the war, her husband was exposed to all sorcery without a scratch, ravaging the men of the Vampire main house.
Yet no one and no one has died.
It is an artist who can do it because of the overwhelming power difference.
The eldest and second sons immediately apologize for waging war with their own mistakes.
My husband laughed and forgave it.
Besides, I didn't ask for any money or anything but an apology, for one reason or another.
The reason for this is - 'I haven't been able to shake a muscle in a long time. That was fun! But without a little more bone, you won't be able to give my muscles the pleasure of exercising it! Ha, ha, ha!
He laughed ridiculously all the way to his wife at this dialogue of his husband.
Are the couples all big idiots or the vessels big......
Even though my husband said he liked it and flushed it into the water, he still seems to have his oldest and second son at the root about the war at this time.
Rumor has it he's after a rematch but is being stopped from his surroundings.
On the tenth birthday of Chris Gate Blood, a grain of two such husbands, I was mistakenly bought as a blood bag and caregiver.
For vampires, blood is close to preferences like coffee, tea, and cigarettes.
Especially the blood of the race is considered delicious.
There is no concept of a birthday in the demonic continent.
Precisely enough to be happy that it's Adult Day when the 15-year-old is an adult.
But the Demon Continent has a concept of a birthday.
Ten is a separation.
At the age of fifteen, we celebrate by celebrating the joining of adults.
After that, I will not celebrate my age very much.
I asked my husband and his wife once.
On the lady's drawstring.
"How come your husbands don't try to solve your daughter's pull?
I know it's not like I didn't do anything.
She bought a blood bag called me for her birthday and helped me give her a hang-up in an effort to make it better.
However, there is no indication that bathrooms, toilets and other living conditions are being improved so that you do not have to leave your room, or that you are being treated to overcome trauma (although I do not know if it is in this other world).
From what I can tell, I feel as if I am deliberately uninterested in the lady.
I don't think it's possible that my parents aren't interested in such a cute, healthy lady - but I couldn't help but ask.
Sir, your wife meets her eyes and shuts up.
"... does Lute know a bird named Tariku Mitsuba?
Your wife suddenly asks questions you don't quite understand.
I shook my head to the side.
"The continental sea swallow is a migratory bird, flying around the central sea between the demonic and demonic continents. But it's not like a continental sea swallow can fly forever. When I was hunting pirate ships, I used to see them stop at the mast and take a break."
Your wife moisturizes her throat with incense tea.
"We believe that Chris is with the rest of the continent, Haiyan. I'm just resting a little and flying again at some point. That's why we wanted to create an environment where we could rest until then."
"... Your wives trust your ladies, don't they?"
"No, you don't. I just trust my daughter."
"Hahahahahahahahaha! It's my life and Sellas' child! One of these days, instead of the room, we might jump out of the Demon Continent!
"Is it like me or you? That's really going to happen. Blood is indisputable."
And the two laugh out for fun.
They trust their daughter.
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In my last life, I was dragged into a cage.
The outside world, just like the lady, got pulled away scared of being jerked off again.
At that time, my parents allowed me to be in a cage without saying anything.
Maybe they trusted me, like my husbands, with their own son.
Being brave one day and leaving the room on my own feet......
But as a result, I stayed home and my parents kicked me out at the end of the quote.
Do you want to go to a metalworking factory I know or leave the house with a million dollars?
When they said that, I said, 'What terrible parents! Isn't it my duty to take care of my born son!?' I was outraged.
But how did my parents feel then?
I was all about myself, and I never thought about how my parents felt.
Precisely, I have a younger brother who's better than me, so I'm sorry for your service - and I was just stubborn.
If I can go back to Japan in my previous life, I want to talk to my parents.
I want to have an exchange of views while drinking, too.
And what they thought and wished for then... I still wanted to know.
And if you notice, sir, ma'am, Lady Chris, Merry, Merse, Gigi - it's been about a year since I first met everyone.
Today I live as Miss Chris' escort and butler apprentice and blood bag.
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I'm twelve years old, and my current schedule of life...
The day starts with getting out of bed and changing into butler clothes.
Open the window and fill the room with fresh air in the morning.
Occasionally, right under the window, there's a comrade. They are a good beast for eating pests and such.
You look like a complete hamster.
He seems to be a creature of the Demon Continent, and he likes sweet things and eats a lot of cookies and so on every once in a while.
One day the crane won't give back, I want the rat to give back.
When he leaves his room, he rendezvous with Merse, a made-up demon race and ham, to the lady's room.
To wake up the sleeping lady.
I knock and go into the room, but mostly the lady sleeps in a big bed even in the morning.
It's a covered bed where three adults can afford to sleep, and the way the little lady sleeps is so cute.
I want to keep admiring my sleeping face but wake up with my heart haunted.
Though it's in a drawer cage, it's bad for your health when you break the rhythm of life and become night-shaped.
Ma'am, it's morning. Wake up.
Lady Chris turned her back on me looking like a May fly.
Speak up but don't wake up for the most part.
So I open all the curtains like a thick dark screen that's blocking the window.
The weather is still cloudy today, but the light shines.
About a year ago, the lady was extremely scared outside because of a fig.
For that reason, back then the windows were always closed to thick curtains like a dark screen, but not now.
She is no longer afraid of sunlight.
But I still can't leave my room.
I get nauseous when I try to force myself out. Worst case scenario, he faints with a blue-white face like anemia.
That's all the heartbreak (trauma) engraved in the lady's heart is deep.
But getting sunlight could be overcome.
At this rate, you can slowly improve your mind's wound (trauma).
Fortunately, the house has money, because the Vampires seem to live long lives and their beauty doesn't diminish.
When the lady is exposed to sunlight, she rubs her eye lid in a glare and wakes her eyes.
If you don't wake up, Mr. Merse will strip the futon and take the hard means to shake your shoulders.
"Good morning, ma'am"
"Good Morning"
'Good morning. Mr Merse, Mr Lute'
He apparently woke me up in the sunlight today.
Write a morning greeting to the mini blackboard with your sleeping eyes.
When the lady wakes up, Ms. Merse takes her to the bathroom where she is in her room.
I'll be ready for breakfast while she's in the morning.
Going to the cooking room on the ground floor, Chef Malcolm of the Demonic Race and Lizard is finishing his breakfast and getting on the wagon and getting ready.
"Good morning, Mr. Malcolm. I'm here to pick up the lady's breakfast."
".................. (Kokuri)"
Mr. Malcolm is the most silent of his servants.
He looks like a bipedal lizard, sleeves through his cooking clothes, and clenches a knife that is well maintained.
Looks like blood dripping meat is a strong side like staple food, but in fact a vegetarian who can't eat any meat. But he's a big sweetheart, and he's better at making sweets than regular dishes.
He has politely bowed his head and told me he wants to learn how to make pudding, custard cream and mill crepes.
Of course I spared no effort in serving it, and I taught him all the recipes I knew.
It makes it a priority to divide the excess treats at occasional afternoon tea parties and night clubs.
Carry food in a wagon.
Upstairs, the body is assisted by physical strengthening and transported by force.
Arrange the dishes at the table in the lady's own room and wait for her check-in to finish.
While the lady is eating, Me and Merse will be at her service.
Clean up after meals.
Ask the other maids to take care of the lady, and we'll finish a late breakfast in the servant's cafeteria.
After breakfast, Mr. Merse goes to the lady.
I go to Mary, the deacon.
In the morning there will be a study group as Demon Continental Language & Deacon by Mr. Mary.
Demon Continental Language has no problem with simple reading and everyday conversation, but I'm not used to writing it yet.
Also as a butler, I am immature and immature.
I can be taught rigorously by Mr. Mary to take it to an unashamed level as a Brad family butler, such as how to bow his head, foot, language, posture, how to carry tea, how to send out letters, general upbringing - etc.
Prepare the lady for her tea party in the afternoon.
Miss Malcolm prepares her favorite 'Mill Crepe' in the mood.
At a pace of one every seven days, the lady's childhood friends - "Three Eyes, Barney Bloomfield," "Lamia (Snake in Lower Body), Muir Head," and "Centaur, Karen Bishop" - come to visit.
Mr. Malcolm also prepares sweets with even more temper that day.
They've been coming to see me for a little while for a young lady in a cage.
At the very least, in order to reward their friendship as servants, not only Mr. Malcolm, but also Mr. Merse, Mr. Gigi, Mr. Merry and the other maids respond in a mood.
Looks like they're purely here to see the lady.
She makes the girls talk seem fun at the tea party.
Three Eyes, Bernie Bloomfield tells girly stories about cute accessories, interesting books, and treats bought and eaten all over the city that seem to suit the lady's taste.
The Lamia, Muir Head, is so luscious and colorful that she doesn't think she's the same age as the lady.
Mostly a listener, a helpful position as a summariser for this group, as a sister.
When the lady also has a consultation, it is Muir and I who have a conversation.
The Centaur tribe, Karen Bishop, are all deceived. A samurai girl who is bloodthirsty and likes swords more than cute little things.
Muir makes fun of me a lot and the ladies laugh fun at the reaction.
At the end of the tea party, it's combat training with the chief guard's beast race, the werewolf Gigi.
He was also an ex-slave, saving ten years ago, and apparently bought himself off his husband.
He is an artist made of magician B plus.
Normally, slaves can't buy themselves back.
Even after being freed from his slave status, he works as a guard chief attached to his husband.
He said,
"My family died a long time ago. I'm here because there's nowhere to go."
I am currently working as a single servant with a legitimate salary.
Change from butler clothes to ruffled athletic clothes.
Practice was in the backyard.
When it's time to train in combat, it's to protect your daughter.
Practice menus practice pericastle marathons, body surgery, and swordsmanship to build strength.
Body surgery even combines hands with Mr. Gigi.
Swordsmanship holds a wooden knife, bareback and a meeting with Mr. Gigi.
Transport dinner to the lady's room at night.
After eating and cleaning up, alternate with the other maids. Me and Merse have dinner in the servant's dining room.
Night club before bed.
The sweet thing the lady likes these days at nightclubs is pudding.
Mr. Malcolm places the pudding in the center of the plate and decorates the fruit side by side.
It seems that cold pudding and warm incense tea (kaoricha) become habits.
I talk nonsense while serving on the lady's side.
The lady was pleased to hear the stories she had read about Lanobe, cartoons, cartoons, etc.
It also acted as a blood bag, once every 20-30 days.
Just before going to bed, I lean over to the lady's side and offer her a rolled arm.
The lady leans her rosy lips against her arms and sweetly bites her skin with her pearl-like shiny dog teeth as' Ha Mu '.
The feeling of your teeth burying in your skin - moving your white throat and the lady tastes the blood.
There is no pain, it feels rather itchy.
Strangely enough, when the lady releases her mouth, there are no scars at all.
There are theories that say, "Isn't the spit and magic of the vampires unconsciously interacting and exerting the same effect as the healing lights (heels) of sorcery? 'is the power.
Because of the small scratches, even a young lady with no talent as a magician seems to have no problems.
The amount of blood you drink is also low.
Exquisite, about a cup of cake.
When she finishes her role as a blood bag, the lady wraps my arm in a small hand and strokes to make sure there are no scratches left.
And dye your cheeks, smile, and write thank you on the mini blackboard.
Your heart beats just a little faster.
And then Mr. Merse gets ready to escort the lady to bed.
I'm sorry I'm here.
"Good night"
"Good night."
Say hello to the lady and pull her up to her room.
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Return to your own private room at night.
It's that room I changed into a maid's clothes when the Brad family bought me and brought me here.
Mr. Merry, Deacon.
Mr. Gigi, the chief of security.
Mr. Malcolm, head chef.
Mr. Merse, the maid leader.
Except for the above, there is no room that would otherwise be given to a servant.
The basics are large rooms, and even after many years of service, the room for two is exquisite.
I was given a private room even though I was the biggest rookie, which makes for a pretty special treatment.
But the other servants were not jealous and accepted the fact lightly.
The reason is because I'm racial.
In the past, racial differences in lifestyles, habits, etc. have led to discrimination, rebellion, and war.
We can't push our way of life because we're new and racist. Because of those pride and various circumstances, I was given a private room with care.
Remove the butler's clothes to avoid wrinkling in the private room and hang them on the hanger for a clothes dance.
When dressed in a rough fit, you enjoy only a few free hours.
Eat tea party and night club treats offered by Mr. Malcolm, muscle tread, and train the image of revolvers and AK47 production so that you don't forget the feeling of handgun making.
I also left notes as far as I can remember on notes, pens and ink kettles I bought for the price of teaching Mr. Malcolm a recipe for sweets and for the cost of replacing chores with other servants.
I even sent a letter to Dr. Elle to save the money and let him know I was safe. But I asked Snow to mislead me.
If Snow finds out I'm a butler on the Demon Continent, he'll throw and rush the magic school on the way.
I don't want to crush her talent like that.
That's why I wrote in my letter that if I came to you worried, I would like you to mislead me.
"Wow, do you want to go to bed now? You've worked all day today."
Dive into bed when tiredness comes.
This is how the day ends.
As it was, I fell into deep sleep.