Story of The Ancient Demon King!

"Light School" is a state school in the Kingdom of Light.

This school, attended only by sons and daughters of royalty and aristocrats, as well as by wealthy children who can pay high tuition fees, is now... the best boosted by the presence of Celestia, who is considered the most beautiful and brilliant in the continent's history.

Study abroad and donation stories have suddenly risen from various countries, and eels (eels) have climbed even to the level of facilities and the quality of teachers.

This salon is one of them.

There are several private rooms with dedicated servants, where students can enjoy conversations and learn about future social gatherings and conversations between nobles.

While many students dressed in white and gold uniforms that make them feel noble enter and leave, two other students give way.

I'm so tired ~

"Not yet. Then... I can't get one scratch."

You mean the Black Knight? That's right, but I have to rest when I'm resting. Did Dr. Shiloh tell you that?

"That's... well..."

Erica and Hakt.

People are paving the way for a beautiful aura of men and women.

After training with Shiloh, the school's swordsmanship instructor, resting with a snack at the salon is becoming a daily routine after admission.

"I can't keep up with a monster like that for a month or so. - Um, can you show me around?

Call the standby employee at the reception.

Currently, there was only one servant around the age of 20 who was good at Gatineau, so I was not the usual servant, but I didn't hesitate to call out.

"Yes, sir. This way."

A male servant who leads by quickly raising black rim glasses and making his hair stiff.

"... was there such a person?"

"No, I've never seen it. I can't forget someone who seems to be able to do so much work.... or behavior, or just being a person..."

It's a sophisticated move that deserves a luxurious tuxedo.

The salon that followed such a servant had a different taste.

"Nah, what is this...."

"... the room..."

There were no tables or chairs, but instead... rocks and trees.

Otherwise, I don't think this is a salon because there are bamboos lined up by the wall, or because there are mossy rocks.

"Hey, hey, you. What do you mean by this?

"Is that a good explanation for asking (not asking) about this salon theme?"

"Well... yeah. That's fine for now."

Then he sat down on the rock with Erica's hand, and spoke. Receive the sword in a flowing motion and stand on a platform made of bamboo.

"I thought when I saw the salon here. Ah, this way too."

"Ah, ahh...."

It's not like I can't refuse it anymore.

I'm sure this servant's air is killing me. I gave out my sword honestly.

"I thought. What a luxury to a child's habit...... nature is not enough."

"Hasn't this guy been quite frank right now?

Ignoring such a hact glamorously, he offered Erica the menu.

In salons, it's common to give a menu to a host. As a host, it's also your responsibility to decide which menu you want to host.

"Fine. I'll leave it to you now, so give me something light."

"Yes, sir. We will prepare something to eat smoothly."

"Yeah.... hmm? Sarasara?"

I felt like I had heard an unfamiliar pseudonym, but the servant had already quickly left the salon.

"... you're a strange person."

"Yeah... but this rock is surprisingly comfortable to sit on."

"... speaking of which... I see."

The rock, cut with exquisite curves, fitted my ass so hard that I could get used to it.

"So, how was Oswald?

"Ah, it was fun. Maybe it suited my sex.... the master scolded me for speaking too loudly to female customers."

Oswald, who is not noble, cannot enter school.

So I usually worked at a bar of high quality at Shiloh's introduction.

Hmm, well then...

The salon rocked.

It was similar to an explosion.

The yellow voice mixes up with the low-echoing wild voice, gradually approaching.

"... already! It's amazing!

"I'm not used to this... There's nothing wrong with your heart....."

"My mouth is burning.

The door opened, of course.

"Hello, both of you."

I came in with such a voice that my heart would be cleared just by hearing it.

The perfectly straightforward look attracts tens of thousands of people by overexpressing beauty and love, and the body, which can be said to be the ultimate system of feminine charm, keeps everyone's eyes and mind captive.

Celestia Wright.

Both the "Goddess of Beauty” and the “Goddess of Light” are the treasures of the world.

"Welcome, you're in a good mood!

Instantly, the reddish-skinned hack jumps up.

"... sister. For now, let's get inside."

Instead of Hakt, whose bones were cut off by Celestia's light smile, Erica prompted her to enter.

Outside, people with nosebleeds and crazy voices keep coming back, and it's a hell of a scream.

"That's right. Now, if you'll excuse me."

With sparkling blonde hair, I sat down on Erica's side... down to the rocks.

"... that's an unusual chair. But it's well thought out. It must be the work of someone who understands the structure of the human body."

"Eh, that's right. I wonder if he made it."

Erica explores the reason for her sister's arrival with her usual feeling that the smell is not unusual and that the guard is stiff against the man.

"So why did my busy sister come all the way to see us? If you don't hurry, a weird servant will come home.

"Henteko, is that you?... fufu, I can't believe you said that. I'm looking forward to it."

Celestia smiles at you, Hakto... and even Erica, but her face is dyed red with so much cuteness.

"But no more! I told you I was worried!

"... you don't have to be so angry, do you?

Celestia said that the goddess would be a little jealous.

Clearly cuteness and charm are rampant.

"... I'm sorry to interrupt today because I wanted to talk to you a little bit."

Celestia and Erica's facial expressions change, leaving behind the clunky Hakuto.

"Maybe... about the Black Knight?

"Yes"

"We have three kinds of pickles."

……

"From here, it's taki-an, shallow pickled coulis, and dried sea urchins."

Soon, the servant who had returned quickly lined up the dishes to the rock instead of the table and introduced the pickles from left to right.

Then, in front of each of them, a bowl filled with joca hoka rice.

Pour tea into the bowl in the noisy outdoor noise opposite to the indoors.

"I am a chopstick pickler, but I have prepared a spoon carefully. Whatever you like. I'm a spoon-affirmative, but I eat with chopsticks. For your information."

"... can you read the air?

"But I'm sorry to sit down. Prepare your replacement immediately."

"I'm not saying it's not enough!

She shouted at her servants with unusual intensity.

"Sister, this is him! Weird... onee-sama?

Celestia is staring at her servant.

The face was not something to spare, but something as serious as trying to see through everything.

"... don't worry. Make sure you have plenty of room..."

The servant's words are broken.

By Celestia's silver blade pointing at her neck.

"See, onee-sama...?