Miss Demon Maid

In the final year of the School of Magic and the aristocratic class, there was a Viscount Lady.

A badly feminine Viscount was the bastard who gave birth to a beautiful and famous city singing princess, but from the birth of a second prince, Joel, he was separated from his mother to get to know him in the college and, if he wished, to be a spouse, and became the official Viscount Lady.

A child not recognized as a child by the Viscount. A child sold for money by a real mother.

Still, she grew up as a sweet girl (...) without ever being humbled by such a home environment or falling for a cold family.

Kotsun......

Thin fingertips move chess-like pawns on a board in a women's dorm room at the School of Magic amid lamp-like lights that deliberately shed light and color temperatures.

Its icy cold eyes reflected without slight movement on the board, but she was calmly thinking of a stage bigger than that on the board.

"... oh, my lady. Your meal is ready…"

The younger maid, who blushes from the corner of the room but remains, calls out frightened.

…………

"Oh, lady...?

"... I'll eat later. You rest."

"Ha, ha."

Its cold gaze, slightly transferred from the plate, and the maid, who had herself turned to a frozen voice, hurriedly lowered her head and returned to the room for her squire to escape.

…………

The lady, interrupted in her ideological activity, arranges some pawns on the board while keeping a thin body behind her chair to exhale gently.

"I wonder how many people are going up on this board..."

Miss Sharon, please wait.

"... Dear Andy"

"I'm glad they're still here... Carl seems to have bothered you this time..."

"Yes, what,... one way or the other..."

"... what?

"Nothing. Shit, I'm a classmate of the same college."

"... splendid. As the same aristocrat, I want my brother to apprentice."

"Ah,... no,"

"This thank you will soon be officially sent to your house by the Mercia family. And... Miss Sharon, if..."

"Ha, ha."

"... No, I'm sorry. I will return to Your Highness, so if you'll excuse me..."

"... Yes"

Both of them are saucers. We have it in Fleuretti, a maid who watches such a lady from the shadows.

This time it is delivered from among the shops near the third dungeon.

In the middle of the road for now, I'm concerned about a lady who's so dusk that she doesn't even realize she's surrounded by neighbors Hanata Legacy, but I'll get my job done first.

"Dear store owner, I was wondering how much that amount would cost in this quantity"

"That's not to say, samurai. Salt is not that valuable in this city. Dungeons."

You're a shopkeeper with a slightly reduced head defense of forty cars, but you're pretty strong.

There are also Explorer Guild outposts around the dungeon, where you can buy them out, but it's somewhat better to sell them directly to merchants.

"Would you say that even if you saw this quality? I just dug it in the dungeon and it's not oxidizing."

"Dude, I told you there's no shortage of salt. If you buy in that amount on our scale, that's what makes the quality go down"

It's only "somewhat”. If you don't have the skill to negotiate with the merchant, you risk being bought and beaten cheaper than the guild that buys you at a flat rate.

"Ho... is that like the“ product ”you have there...?

"... samurai, what are you trying to say?

The merchant's eyes narrow in my words. I smiled refreshingly at that shooting gaze and turned my attention to a jug of salt that was lined up properly.

"Because I want you to say it out of my mouth...? Mixing may include differentiation and improved flavour…"

"... 10% more. If you don't like it now, go to another store."

"With 20% more. I saw the unit price around here, but it will still be profitable enough"

"O beautiful samurai...... Aren't you just a little too well?

"Not all the bright night lanes...?

"Ha, we're a legitimate store. Don't tell me what to say. We also have a deal with a big shop for royalty. Even if you can't shop there..."

"The big store will deliver the ingredients to the castle this month, right?... You're not delivering your salt to the big store, are you?

…………

The product distorts my mouth and deepens my smile.

"I'm not saying this is all about anything... Here you go too."

"... what"

When I give the bag, the store owner checks the contents.

"Dry...... what?

"You won't see much because the ocean is far away and we don't import salt, but this is a“ watermelon ”"

"This is what..."

I stared at the owner's scalp.

"It's very good for the owner."

…………

The purchase has been successfully closed.

The sale amount is seven pieces of gold and four pieces of silver coins. Is it about 740,000 yen in Japanese yen? Include the proceeds from the sale of demonic materials in this, and you'll get the amount there.

Not only that, the merchant was given some spices. He's a really sweet merchant.

I speak to the lady as she drives away the dusk lady by giving the icing sugar to the little ones watching her with a pokey face.

"Lady Sharon, I'm sorry to keep you waiting"

"... uh, Letty"

A lady back in sanity turned a slightly lonely smile at me.

"Yes, it sold for a good value, so I also bought the lady's favorite baked treat. Don't expect dinner either."

"Thank you, Letty. But we don't need demon meat."

"Yes, of course you are"

I respond with a full grin to the lady's somewhere distracting attitude.

I know how your daughter feels.

"It doesn't cause ingredients to get out of shape."

"No. Yikes!?

Well, I tested Miss Hina for a few drugs and found no mental abnormalities.

That's crazy. You can't say that if you're a decent nerve.

I prescribed drugs that made my whole body bicum bicum cramped, with an unclear, vain eye of focus, enough to drool and laugh naggingly, so I know there were no problems with the tests.

Oh, yeah, it's a gentle “spider poison” of proper natural origin, so no sequelae whatsoever. Poison can also be a medicine, depending on the amount. I don't know anything about medicine.

Hina said this world was kidding about [the maiden game] or something, but she didn't even remember “who” said she whined about it.

If your brain dries up and shakes, won't it ring like a karakara and a bell?

But I won't cut and throw that away with a ridiculous word. In every situation, it is “made-to-measure”.

There can be no such thing as “the world of maiden games," but there can be [boxyard world] managed like the world of games.

The magnitude of that depends on the extent, but given that there are people whose deaths are prohibited, it is more likely that there will be [administrators].

......... that's a real hassle.

Keep your identity hidden until the investigation is complete.

"Letty. Are you ready?

"Yes, ma'am"

I am currently dressed to help my daughter bathe in the morning.

There's no way to get out of hand in the slightest. Today is the final phase of [lady polishing] that I have allowed my lady to do the last few days.

Carefully wash the silver hair of the lady and tame it with the treatment agent.

Superb washcloth made of spider yarn, wash to stroke the lady's ballskin and carefully remove old cuticles as well.

Loosen the whole body of the lady who began to utter, using a special fragrance oil direct from the maid.

That's why you shouldn't take the time.

All magic is used to distort space-time, but not to deprive the maid of her precious morning time.

"Ma'am, we're ready"

"... Huh?

The lady who woke up seemed surprised that she had already had her hair done and finished dressing in her uniform.

"When!?

"You've been sleeping well."

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The lady looks at me with a disgruntled face with reddish cheeks, pecking the cafe ole and fresh orange and bagel sandwich I offer with a proper and adorable mouth.

Even with my previous changes of clothes, you were shy of me even helping you with your underwear, so I guess that's what you're unhappy with.

"It's part of my maid's job"

"Letty serves me as my maid of honor, but you, Letty..."

The lady says that much and turns that way.

"... my... friend... so"

"Lady..."

The lady is serious and adorable.

"Thank you very much."

"What are you talking about?!? What are you talking about!?

That's already a lot of things, including getting dressed.

Now, what the lady said about my “preparation” is my preparation to be the lady's [classmate].

I mean, to get used to this world, as part of the partner selection, all secondary school students summoned from Earth were to be integrated into the noble class in which their daughter lived.

"Letty... what happened to your uniform? It must have been paid for."

Personal uniforms were paid for by the state, but I remain my maid of honor.

"A maid's uniform is a maid's garment."

"... is that okay?

It's good.

In fact, made-up clothes made with your own yarn are better tailored. Of course, the lady's uniform has been secretly replaced with my yarn, so I'll play it easily if it's about a knife.

"Me too... isn't there anything wrong?

By saying I'm coming through with you today, the lady is more nervous.

You're like your first mom to attend a class visit. In fact, I feel the opposite, but not to mention flowers.

"Yes, there will always be more today and you will be beautiful"

"Oh, don't keep saying that, I'm coming."

"Yes, ma'am"

Of course the lady is “perfect”.

I spent days “finishing” it for today.

Civilians and junior aristocratic students rush to pave the way for a young lady, a marquise, who walks the corridor of the college with Katsun, Katsun, and the College.

The lady, who behaves perfectly, whether she is aristocratic or not, seems somewhat afraid, as she is strictly instructed by juniors and others.

But today is a little different.

The lower classmates, who were afraid to pave the way, had dyed their cheeks the moment both boys and girls saw the lady.

"... Letty, isn't that really weird?

"Yes, of course."

I smile nicely at the lady looking back anxiously at her unusual gaze.

When the lady walked through the door that I would quietly open when I got to the classroom, the students who saw her calm for a moment, and then the classroom shrugged.

"... Sharon. Is that you?"

"Uh... Yes, Master Joel, it's Sharon"

When Mr. Joel, who wanted it earlier and seemed a little confused, called out, the lady answered and thanked him with confusion.

Everything is as planned......

The lady had damaged her hair and skin because she had been treated coldly by some of her parents' guesses since she was young.

Of course, the lady is still beautiful, but that's where I managed the meal, nourished it, perfectly polished the hair and skin that was self-styled and restored the lady's natural beauty.

The change. It will be obvious if you look at this classroom.

Come on, you're ready to attack.