Miss Demon Maid

Demons from the dungeon have erupted. The destruction of the School of Magic by it...... months had passed since its restoration.

It is also winter and New Year's Eve in this warm region.

This new semester of the world is what we call the end of summer on Earth. The closing ceremony is the beginning of summer and the graduation ceremony is the end of spring. Students' interest was then directed to a “graduation party” in the middle of spring.

But it was only in the college that the world gathered around the royal castle to see the royal family and the newly introduced "Virgin" to celebrate the New Year.

Between refrains in the royal castle, Ewa (ena) includes in her mouth something like green tea poured into a teacup with a relaxed trick.

Lightly tied lustrous dark hair and long eyelashes, a small body on white skin and a cute look like a doll, but its tricks and sad, thin pigmented eyes were making her look older than her age.

Ewa grew up at her grandmother's house, home of Huado. The name Ewa also feels somewhat high-calibrated, but it seems to have been the utmost rebellion of my mother, the real daughter of my severely raised grandmother, and because of this, Ewa was taken away by my grandmother by the time she was willing, and raised more severely than my mother.

Wise Ewa understands that her grandmother's harshness is also an inferior feeling that she is not so much a landlord.

However, it was a different story to understand with my head whether I could forgive it or not. In order to relieve the stress, I first touched the "maiden game” at the house of Akiru and Wisdom, friends that my grandmother had decided to have.

"... you bad kids"

Ewa's coming to this world was a hopeful event. It would be a lie if I said I wasn't interested in the offensive object of this world, but I was more than happy to abandon my grandmother and possibly be free to fall in love in this world.

The two friends who know the game are in a hurry or instantly self-destruct and their position within the college is also subtle.

Ewa wasn't going to argue with the two of them, and it seemed like they were going through a game offense in silence to themselves like that, but Ewa was wondering how the two of them who were doing it had destroyed themselves.

This world is a “real” world, very similar to that maiden game, but different from the actual game, and the target of the attack is also a living human being.

There's no way we can attack without taking that into account. But that's all there is to it, just the procedure. Will the two of you fail easily?

Someone is in the way of a game strategy.

Relatively close Ginko or Blow Ya don't play the game, and they don't look like they're hiding it. Those three people who were frustrating were only going after fashions and idols, and had never heard of the topic of the game.

So, who did? Could it be that child named Shinbai, who was being stigmatized by the erasure method? I wasn't even interested in what I was thinking, but it's not weird that I resent all the girls in my class in that situation.

And the other......

"Dear Ena, The Virgin of Light is here."

"Oh, please come through."

Granting permission to the words of the samurai with the room, the door quietly opens and a cute girl comes in who smiles gently, shaking her fluffy blonde hair.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ena. I just wanted to talk to you..."

"Yes, I don't mind, Mr. Clarice."

The "Virgin of Light" ended the demonic outbreak.

It was Viscount Clarice de Liniello, the main heroine of this maiden game.

"Go ahead, take a seat"

"Thank you"

Ewa also suggests a seat with a gentle grin at the advent of the heroine, the great destiny.

After the samurai fried the green tea for two and made an unmistakable joke about the rare green tea in this country, Clarice asked Nurli with an unchanging smile.

"Where are you pointing (...)?

"… strange to hear."

Strange tensions arise between them, and they both stare at each other with the same smile, often silently. I don't think Clarice, a resident of this world, knows anything about the game, but does she know anything about it?

"I don't know what that means. It wouldn't be you, would it?

"It's not fair to ask me that...?

When Ewa returns it that way, Clarice asks and laughs small 'hehe'.

"Right. I want to illuminate this country with light on His Highness's side."

"That's nice. I'll take care of the two of you on this side."

"Hehe."

"Hehe."

With all that conversation, the frozen tension disappeared from between the two of us.

This is an agreement. Different aim. We don't cooperate, but we don't interrupt each other.

Gashan.

"......"

A samurai, apparently anaemic from too much tension, fluttered and knocked down a vase where fresh flowers were grown.

"also, sorry,... Ouch"

"Don't panic. I won't scold you."

Clarice instantly heals the samurai who cut her finger trying to pick up the broken vase in a hurry with a "healing” divinity.

"Oh, thank you very much."

The Virgin of Light loved by the Goddess. In love with its divinity, the samurai clouds her expression with a vase that she has broken and a flower that she has accidentally stepped on and scattered.

There.

"What is shaped will break sooner or later. But..."

He gathered flowers scattered by Ewa, and lived them like “fresh flowers," and let the green light shine out of his hand, and let the flowers return to their original state to show them.

"... green hands..."

Rare skills to grow and restore plants. When the samurai shrugged at the beauty of the flowers born and their sight, Ewa smiled fluffily.

At that time, a butler's voice hung from outside the room.

"Thank you for waiting. The Virgin of Light, the Green Virgin, Your Majesty awaits you."

How are you, ladies and gentlemen, doing today, when it's not cold and harsh?

It is in Fleuretti, a woman who can see the difference in millimetres of daily deflected growth.

"O lowlife, what brings you into my realm, the kinship of the goddess!!

Earlier this morning, I went to the Devil's Forest to find ingredients, but I was suddenly plugged into the cause.

You sure are a very big bird demon called "Firebird”. I remember in some regions they called it the Holy Beast or something.

And are you a family member of the goddess...... You just took it down the street, but you seem like a very bad pattern.

To date, considering the misfortune that has befallen Miss Sharon and Miss Ginko Hua's considerations, the “maiden game” and the bedtime words of those former classmates add credibility.

It seems that [Goddess], the order of this world, underpins its fundamentals.

Probably one of the [administrators] of this world.

Before, I stopped by a maid chief to tell me that, for the most part, the Great Spirit and others are doing it, but very rarely when a presence with power beyond the Great Spirit appears, it takes away its role from the Great Spirit and begins to be called [God] or something... You're a pain in the ass.

"Ignore me, you lowlife! He said he would redeem that sin with his life!!

You were still there. For now, I wasn't interested because the firebirds eat less, but I can't help but call myself a "goddess's family”.

To the firebird, who turned the magic released from his whole body into flames and plunged straight into it, I dropped the ultra-strong walnut I had picked up along the way from my hand and skipped it with a lizard stick before it fell off.

"What the hell!?

The walnut shoots me through the head and the firebird falls.

"Fur"

Thank you for the slight delay in warning. Everyone be careful when shooting balls.

"... Gu... Ku..."

"Oh? Are you still alive?"

They say the province has a legacy of resurrecting from the ashes or something, but if you've been shot through the head and you have breath, you can't say it's exaggeration.

'... strong man... do me a favor... I entrust the eggs in my nest to them...'

"Yes, sir."

All of a sudden, I don't know if ranking up from "despicable” to “strong” is honest, but it's not out-of-the-way enough to make dying wishes unhindered.

'... I asked you to do it'

That's all the firebirds were ashed to say, so when I picked up the octopus-class egg that was on the nearby tree, I went home refreshed with it.

"Good morning, Miss Sharon. It's morning."

"... oh, no..."

The lady who desperately tries to wake up rubbing her eyes with Munya is very cute.

"Yes, we have breakfast."

"... dinner, hey?

"Today, it's a fresh firebird egg omelet"

With that said, the firebird will have a spirit on his egg when he dies.