Yuma's soul purifies the spirit of the dead and enters the hallway of the quiet mansion. Looking through the window, there was no sign of the Reaper showing up in the courtyard.

And Yuma could choose a soul tranquilizer, so she didn't seem to send Beatrice to heaven without asking questions while purifying the area.

When I look at the glass window, it feels like the three people I saw earlier are reflected there. I wonder if the bubbles on Miralka's body fell, and the pale cherry-like hues at the top of the unreliable hidden mountain range were still a cause for concern.

And I can't help but feel deep sympathy and respect as a fighter for her restraint in her majestically exposed upper body, her tight body, her liking of alcohol but not failing to train as a militant.

After looking at the rich hills between the two, Eileen won in terms of size, but I thought that Miralka would win in terms of softness because of the soft deformation like a slime when she hid it with her arm. In order to make any further judgments, I have to offer and get permission for an approach that shapes both chests according to my magical whole. It's just to shape your chest. Because I don't do anything.

And as for the matter of witnessing Yuma's nudity as a masked butler Sebastian, who would only show his skin to the man of his choice, I would like to push it as if nothing had happened, even if it did not damage the mind of the resurrected Yuma. Fortunately, Yuma hadn't realized what she had seen, either because she's been rejuvenating her soul for a long time. This is a miracle of God.

Thank you for waiting, Mr. Sebastian.

"Yes, yes, I've been expecting you. If it's true, it's a problem with this mansion, so I should go alone....."

"Don't be so reluctant, we'd like to see that ghost too."

"If you don't surprise me like that, I won't move like a ghost. Now, take me."

Eileen pretends to be fine, but her face is red. It's not impossible to get illuminated, but I'm also conscious.

Miralka seems to have calmed down, but she's clearly covering her chest. Sleeping clothes are older than the other two and, to put it bluntly, they are wearing gowns from above Negrije. I see, if you take your hands off in that state, you may see the shape clearly in this thin fabric.

"By the way, Miralka, did you prepare that negligee for today?

"Here, this is what I usually wear. I wonder why it is necessary to renovate the King's Capital as much as it is for an outing."

"The atmosphere of an adult woman is lovely... I'm so childish."

Yuma's pyjamas are simple: short sleeves, soft fabric shirts and shorts. But because of her childish clothes, I can see that she actually grew up quite a bit in five years. It seems easy to put on a priest's clothes.

"Yuma, you don't have to grow up right now. Every time I see him, he gets a little bit louder."

"I, uhh... I'm not that big, I'm not that big when I eat rice..."

"I'm talking about height and the whole thing. Unlike somebody else, I don't focus on parts of my body."

Are you trying to tell me that I'm obsessed with my chest? I have never shown such an attitude, but do women say that they are sensitive to their gaze, and do they understand that I cannot lower my gaze from Miralka's face down with the will of steel? Instead of living such a shameful life, I want to wear a lifetime mask and hide my gaze.

"Someone somewhere doesn't look so sorry. That's fine, I have to go to the attic."

"Yes, ladies, may I join you?"

"Yes, I'm sorry, I'm just talking about something that doesn't matter to me."

Yuma and Eileen started walking first and went upstairs.

"Yuma seems to have concentrated on relieving her soul and didn't notice, but it doesn't change what you saw naked."

"Kh... it's better to reveal who I am than to think Sebastian saw me... no, neither of you will be shocked."

While she was seriously looking at me, Miralka, who seemed upset, sighed and slapped me on the shoulder.

"I don't say anything because I'm a mediator. Well, I hope it bothers you at best. Don't worry about it."

"Well, what do you mean... I've seen you, too, but is that acquittal?"

"I just want to say that I'll destroy every memory... but I'll take a good look at it just this time. Yuma got better because you brought her here."

Miralka said and walked away from me. I'm not going to tell myself it's good because I've done good, but Miralka seems to have forgiven me because Yuma is feeling better.

Eileen will probably be embarrassed to hear it again, so to keep the relationship as refreshing as ever, she should go through a body she hasn't seen until the time comes. I wonder if such a time will come.

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When I caught up with the three of them and opened the door in the attic with the master key I had, Yuma said there was a beatrice.

"Dear Beatrice, this is Eileen, Miralka and Yuma."

"Thank you for introducing me, Sebastian. I'm sorry I had to cut to the chase earlier."

Without questioning my butler's tone, she answers politely. He doesn't seem to be alert to us.

"Wow... what a beautiful girl. I wonder if this is what people say when they're apart."

"You... when I look at the color of your eyes, I think you're a demon. Maybe you were calling for a dead spirit?

Miralka tells me what I was going to ask. Besides, it was a step closer than I thought.

"... you've heard about me from Sebastian. My name is Beatrice Støren."

"The Duke of Støren's family name... so what's with his eyes? The Duke of Stolen had a connection with the Devil?

"It doesn't mean I had a connection... Master Stolren was studying magic in this mansion."

"Magic... is that summoning magic?

It is still under study, but there is a magic that humans summon and use demons. Success rates are low, but in some cases they may call for higher demon tribes.

"Yes, I was summoned by the Summoner that Stolen held. It's called" Lace Queen. "

"Les... you? Is that the monster that comes out of the ground and startles you...?

"In that case, it seems that Yuma's purification just now will disappear...."

"By the contract I was summoned, I was welcomed as a family of the Størens. Then, I've never been harmful to humans... so Yuma must have missed it. Just now, Yuma's power touched my soul."

"Lace Queen" is named Lace, but it looks completely different from the lower Lace.

He's undead, but he's willing, and he can talk. I was impressed that there was such a thing. The study of the demons is still incomplete, and there are unknown species.

"Now we know why the dead are gathering in this mansion. LaceQueen is the queen of Lace, so she gathers the immortals."

"... so the Duke of Stolen left Beatrice here. Summon them, make a pact, and do whatever you want."

"Still, the contract is a contract. I've been told to protect this mansion... so I can't just disappear. If you really want me to leave, you have to fight...."

Beatrice's body is wrapped in pale magic. Apparently, we can use magic.

Her body was fading away in the evening just trying to use magic, as it was in the evening.

"I think the Immortals (Undead) have almost the same vitality and magic... but if you use magic in that state, you'll disappear."

"... but I still have to protect this mansion. For that reason, even if it disappears....."

As it stands, it ends by purifying Beatrice.

When she disappears, the dead will no longer gather in this mansion. But I wonder if that's okay.

How to stop fighting Beatrice without killing her. With that in mind, I came up with one thing to try.

"Beatrice, I have a suggestion... Beatrice is a demon race, right?

"Yes, it's a rare species."

"It should be the Demon King who controls the Demon Clan. The Demon King's dominance takes precedence over the contract with humans....?

"I don't think I can override my contract unless the Demon King comes here. He is forbidden from leaving his country by the Demon King Crusaders... so he cannot cancel my contract."

- I mean, that's...

If only the Demon King could come here, we could break the contract at the time of the summons and place Beatrice under the control of the Demon King.