Directly?
My gaze turned to her. My eyes met with Pocalor’s, who was smiling with narrowed eyes.
“Of course, I also want to see the married Belled.”
She pointed to the gates of Hell.
“I can’t get out now.”
If she can’t get out, then maybe. Could it be that she doesn’t exist here in a normal way?
The moment I thought that Pocalor seemed to blur, and I opened my eyes wide.
“This is my ‘other side.’ It’s a kind of illusion.”
Pocalor spread her hands.
“If you deny my existence, it will disappear. My real body is dreaming. Of course.”
She laughed.
“I’ll wake up soon.”
Pocalor continued, her mouth slightly open.
“But if I lack magical power, it’s impossible to even exist like this...”
Magic power. Magic power was the problem again. Magic power was what limited everything about the demons.
However, I had a way to supply it.
“Can you come out if you have magical power?”
At that, Povalor nodded.
“I can definitely see myself walking around outside the gates of Hell whenever you’re nearby. But now, my magic flows more smoothly than before...”
She tilted her head. I immediately knew why.
“I think it’s because of the magic drink.”
“Do you have the magic drink?”
Pocalor’s eyes widened at that.
“It’s something I lost a long time ago.”
“I found it.”
I replied. Since Pocalor knew about her return, it was much easier to explain.
“...So you brought light to the demons.”
Pocalor laughed.
“You’re someone that demons find hard to hate, so I don’t know why you’re so anxious.”
I blushed at that.
Someone who supplies magic. And...
“There’s no way demons would hate someone with such deep desires.”
She seemed to immediately see through my desire to survive. Even without having the inner eye of Belled.
Do demons feel desires?
“Still, I don’t want to expect anything from the other person from the beginning.”
At those words, Pocalor stared blankly at me.
“In the first place, I didn’t think anyone would like me. That way, I would have less expectations and less disappointment.”
If I didn’t have expectations and no disappointment, I would be less hurt.
It was a fact that I had learned through two deaths.
Pocalor narrowed her eyes and nodded slightly.
“...It’s not that I don’t agree, but it’s hard to understand. What do you think you lack?”
I had nothing to say to her, who tilted her head. Too many words were rising to the tip of my tongue.
“...Anyway, fine. Take me to that boy.”
“To Belled?”
Poklcalor nodded at my words.
“If I have the magic spirit, it would be possible for my clone to go far away.”
Then. I suddenly thought of Decarabia, who was watching Pocalor.
She had learned of Pocalor’s existence, but it seemed that she hadn’t reported it in a significant way.
I instinctively understood her feelings. Decarabia thought that Pocalor had only appeared temporarily, so she would not have told Belled.
However, if Pocalor, who was close enough to call Belled ‘that boy’, could really come out and interact with Belled, if the dying girl came back to life if her blood relative came back.
What would he look like?
Suddenly, I wondered what he would look like in front of his family. Would he like it?
“He didn’t want me to go to eternal sleep. I’m sure I’m a gift to him.”
Pocalor said as if she knew what I was hesitating about.
If she had been an enemy of Belled, he wouldn’t have left her alone like this.
Finally, I nodded after thinking it over. And I opened the basement door.
“Are you done talking?”
I shook my head at Decarabia’s question. And then I said.
“Bring me the magic drink.”
“The magic drink...?”
“Pocalor wants to meet Belled.”
Decarabia’s eyes widened at those words.
The magic drink was usually carried by Beryl, but when there was a lot of movement, she would place the magic drink next to Belled and carry it around.
Just in case, she thought that the drinking wine should be with the demons even if she was wrong.
If Belled had heard that, he would have objected.
However, since Beryl only said, 'It's the demons' stuff, so it's next to you,' Belled neatly stored her stuff next to him.
Of course, the fact that his work efficiency had somewhat declined after that was a secret he didn't tell her.
However, thanks to that, Belled was able to hear the news first.
"Lord Belled."
He frowned briefly at Decarabia, who was supposed to guard my side, coming up.
"Lady Beryl ordered me to bring her the magic drink."
The magic drink was an important item to the demons. It was something that shouldn't have been moved carelessly.
However, Belled could wait for Decarabia's next words because it was Beryl's order.
There must be a reason for what she's doing. If there's no reason... He wants to make it for her.
Decarabia said to him, who frowned slightly at the thought of an unknown source.
"An illusion of Pocalor appeared underground. The Vision persuaded her...”
To be exact, it wasn’t persuasion, but it seemed that way to Decarabia.
She had no idea what kind of personal story they were talking about.
All she saw was Pocalor and Beryl having a long conversation.
“Lady Pocalor wants to see His Highness the Grand Duke.”
Belled’s eyes widened at those words.
Pocalor.
Before Belled unified the demon world, when there were many people who called themselves Demon Grand Dukes, she was recognized as a strong demon.
She was also Belled’s older sister when she was human, but she was someone who created such splendid records that other demons forgot about her position.
During her prime, she skillfully deceived the enemy using her unique ability, and illusions and led the battlefield to victory. True to her nickname, the ‘Demon Behind the Scenes,’ she also made other demons reveal their ugly sides, causing conflicts with other demons.
There was no demon Grand Duke camp that had fought against her and survived.
Her ability to imitate others’ appearances was not the essence of her ability.
The real thing was in her natural ability to draw out the other person’s true feelings and her magic.
“...Sister?”
Belled called her that title after a long time.
She lost interest in the human world as quickly as she was splendid and declared that she would go to eternal sleep after seeing the death of one human.
'I think it would be meaningless to continue. I want to fall asleep while reminiscing before the fun memories disappear.’
That was what she had said.
No one, not even Belled, who was her blood relative, could change her mind.
But she would return?
“Lady Pocalor?”
“Lady Pocalor...”
While Decarabia went down to the basement with the magic drink, the name began to spread slowly among the demons in the mansion.
The great demon who dominated an era, but many demons regretted her choice to die.
“Who is Pocalor?”
Of course, many of the younger demons did not know her. But it was a name that influential old demons could not help but know.
“She’s coming back?”
Not only Ronove but even Naberus paid respect to that name.
“... Her Highness, persuaded her?”
And as rumors spread that the decision was made by Beryl, their favorability toward Beryl soared to the sky.
“Beryl von Vine...”
It was the moment when the name of the hostess, Her Highness, whom they had been hearing a lot about recently, was completely engraved in their minds.
It was only a matter of time before the ghost that had been appearing underground was revealed to be Pocalor.
When Decarabia brought the magic drink, Beryl realized that her presence was more distinct.
Her figure also looked much more vivid and clear.
“Yes, like this.”
Pocalor touched the magic drink. Then, pure white magic spread out and was sucked into the magic drink. Beryl opened her eyes wide.
“Originally, the farther away my clone is from my main body, the more magic it needs. But if the entity that maintains my clone is dragon lord, I can travel anywhere on this continent.”
Pocalor laughed. She pointed out the door.
“Then shall we go? Everyone will be surprised.”
Beryl did not know the weight of the name Pocalor until she left the basement door.
However, as the demons opened their eyes wide and started to murmur at the sight of her, she gradually realized the existence of Pocalor.
“Lady Pocalor, I never thought I would see you again in my lifetime.”
Many demons paid their respects to her.
“Weren’t you asleep?”
“You who didn’t listen even when I earnestly asked you to wake up.”
The gazes of the demons who spoke like that passed through Pocalor and eventually turned to Beryl.
To her who was no different from reviving the Great Demon.
And soon, Pocalor, who had arrived at Belled’s office, faced Belled.
The first place Belled’s eyes landed was Beryl.
His gaze quickly checked if anything had happened to her and turned to Pocalor.
“How long has it been?”
Pocalor approached him with a cheerful smile.
Belled knew that her clone would become blurred when she lacked magic power, so he opened his eyes wide as he watched her approaching him with a clear appearance.
“...I didn’t know you would come back.”
From that long sleep.
Pocalor smiled again at him who was groaning so lowly.
And then she looked back at Beryl.
“I couldn’t not come when she told me such an interesting story.”
Beryl flinched. She couldn’t meet Belled’s eyes, wondering what he had been talking about.
It’s a secret. Should I say that?
If she did, somehow, she felt like he would be mischievous at night. As he said, he was the kind of person who would get what he wanted.
...Again.
In the meantime, the sound of Pocalor’s shoes echoed clearly in the office.
“Of course, I also want to see the married Belled.”
She pointed to the gates of Hell.
“I can’t get out now.”
If she can’t get out, then maybe. Could it be that she doesn’t exist here in a normal way?
The moment I thought that Pocalor seemed to blur, and I opened my eyes wide.
“This is my ‘other side.’ It’s a kind of illusion.”
Pocalor spread her hands.
“If you deny my existence, it will disappear. My real body is dreaming. Of course.”
She laughed.
“I’ll wake up soon.”
Pocalor continued, her mouth slightly open.
“But if I lack magical power, it’s impossible to even exist like this...”
Magic power. Magic power was the problem again. Magic power was what limited everything about the demons.
However, I had a way to supply it.
“Can you come out if you have magical power?”
At that, Povalor nodded.
“I can definitely see myself walking around outside the gates of Hell whenever you’re nearby. But now, my magic flows more smoothly than before...”
She tilted her head. I immediately knew why.
“I think it’s because of the magic drink.”
“Do you have the magic drink?”
Pocalor’s eyes widened at that.
“It’s something I lost a long time ago.”
“I found it.”
I replied. Since Pocalor knew about her return, it was much easier to explain.
“...So you brought light to the demons.”
Pocalor laughed.
“You’re someone that demons find hard to hate, so I don’t know why you’re so anxious.”
I blushed at that.
Someone who supplies magic. And...
“There’s no way demons would hate someone with such deep desires.”
She seemed to immediately see through my desire to survive. Even without having the inner eye of Belled.
Do demons feel desires?
“Still, I don’t want to expect anything from the other person from the beginning.”
At those words, Pocalor stared blankly at me.
“In the first place, I didn’t think anyone would like me. That way, I would have less expectations and less disappointment.”
If I didn’t have expectations and no disappointment, I would be less hurt.
It was a fact that I had learned through two deaths.
Pocalor narrowed her eyes and nodded slightly.
“...It’s not that I don’t agree, but it’s hard to understand. What do you think you lack?”
I had nothing to say to her, who tilted her head. Too many words were rising to the tip of my tongue.
“...Anyway, fine. Take me to that boy.”
“To Belled?”
Poklcalor nodded at my words.
“If I have the magic spirit, it would be possible for my clone to go far away.”
Then. I suddenly thought of Decarabia, who was watching Pocalor.
She had learned of Pocalor’s existence, but it seemed that she hadn’t reported it in a significant way.
I instinctively understood her feelings. Decarabia thought that Pocalor had only appeared temporarily, so she would not have told Belled.
However, if Pocalor, who was close enough to call Belled ‘that boy’, could really come out and interact with Belled, if the dying girl came back to life if her blood relative came back.
What would he look like?
Suddenly, I wondered what he would look like in front of his family. Would he like it?
“He didn’t want me to go to eternal sleep. I’m sure I’m a gift to him.”
Pocalor said as if she knew what I was hesitating about.
If she had been an enemy of Belled, he wouldn’t have left her alone like this.
Finally, I nodded after thinking it over. And I opened the basement door.
“Are you done talking?”
I shook my head at Decarabia’s question. And then I said.
“Bring me the magic drink.”
“The magic drink...?”
“Pocalor wants to meet Belled.”
Decarabia’s eyes widened at those words.
***
The magic drink was usually carried by Beryl, but when there was a lot of movement, she would place the magic drink next to Belled and carry it around.
Just in case, she thought that the drinking wine should be with the demons even if she was wrong.
If Belled had heard that, he would have objected.
However, since Beryl only said, 'It's the demons' stuff, so it's next to you,' Belled neatly stored her stuff next to him.
Of course, the fact that his work efficiency had somewhat declined after that was a secret he didn't tell her.
However, thanks to that, Belled was able to hear the news first.
"Lord Belled."
He frowned briefly at Decarabia, who was supposed to guard my side, coming up.
"Lady Beryl ordered me to bring her the magic drink."
The magic drink was an important item to the demons. It was something that shouldn't have been moved carelessly.
However, Belled could wait for Decarabia's next words because it was Beryl's order.
There must be a reason for what she's doing. If there's no reason... He wants to make it for her.
Decarabia said to him, who frowned slightly at the thought of an unknown source.
"An illusion of Pocalor appeared underground. The Vision persuaded her...”
To be exact, it wasn’t persuasion, but it seemed that way to Decarabia.
She had no idea what kind of personal story they were talking about.
All she saw was Pocalor and Beryl having a long conversation.
“Lady Pocalor wants to see His Highness the Grand Duke.”
Belled’s eyes widened at those words.
Pocalor.
Before Belled unified the demon world, when there were many people who called themselves Demon Grand Dukes, she was recognized as a strong demon.
She was also Belled’s older sister when she was human, but she was someone who created such splendid records that other demons forgot about her position.
During her prime, she skillfully deceived the enemy using her unique ability, and illusions and led the battlefield to victory. True to her nickname, the ‘Demon Behind the Scenes,’ she also made other demons reveal their ugly sides, causing conflicts with other demons.
There was no demon Grand Duke camp that had fought against her and survived.
Her ability to imitate others’ appearances was not the essence of her ability.
The real thing was in her natural ability to draw out the other person’s true feelings and her magic.
“...Sister?”
Belled called her that title after a long time.
She lost interest in the human world as quickly as she was splendid and declared that she would go to eternal sleep after seeing the death of one human.
'I think it would be meaningless to continue. I want to fall asleep while reminiscing before the fun memories disappear.’
That was what she had said.
No one, not even Belled, who was her blood relative, could change her mind.
But she would return?
“Lady Pocalor?”
“Lady Pocalor...”
While Decarabia went down to the basement with the magic drink, the name began to spread slowly among the demons in the mansion.
The great demon who dominated an era, but many demons regretted her choice to die.
“Who is Pocalor?”
Of course, many of the younger demons did not know her. But it was a name that influential old demons could not help but know.
“She’s coming back?”
Not only Ronove but even Naberus paid respect to that name.
“... Her Highness, persuaded her?”
And as rumors spread that the decision was made by Beryl, their favorability toward Beryl soared to the sky.
“Beryl von Vine...”
It was the moment when the name of the hostess, Her Highness, whom they had been hearing a lot about recently, was completely engraved in their minds.
***
It was only a matter of time before the ghost that had been appearing underground was revealed to be Pocalor.
When Decarabia brought the magic drink, Beryl realized that her presence was more distinct.
Her figure also looked much more vivid and clear.
“Yes, like this.”
Pocalor touched the magic drink. Then, pure white magic spread out and was sucked into the magic drink. Beryl opened her eyes wide.
“Originally, the farther away my clone is from my main body, the more magic it needs. But if the entity that maintains my clone is dragon lord, I can travel anywhere on this continent.”
Pocalor laughed. She pointed out the door.
“Then shall we go? Everyone will be surprised.”
Beryl did not know the weight of the name Pocalor until she left the basement door.
However, as the demons opened their eyes wide and started to murmur at the sight of her, she gradually realized the existence of Pocalor.
“Lady Pocalor, I never thought I would see you again in my lifetime.”
Many demons paid their respects to her.
“Weren’t you asleep?”
“You who didn’t listen even when I earnestly asked you to wake up.”
The gazes of the demons who spoke like that passed through Pocalor and eventually turned to Beryl.
To her who was no different from reviving the Great Demon.
And soon, Pocalor, who had arrived at Belled’s office, faced Belled.
The first place Belled’s eyes landed was Beryl.
His gaze quickly checked if anything had happened to her and turned to Pocalor.
“How long has it been?”
Pocalor approached him with a cheerful smile.
Belled knew that her clone would become blurred when she lacked magic power, so he opened his eyes wide as he watched her approaching him with a clear appearance.
“...I didn’t know you would come back.”
From that long sleep.
Pocalor smiled again at him who was groaning so lowly.
And then she looked back at Beryl.
“I couldn’t not come when she told me such an interesting story.”
Beryl flinched. She couldn’t meet Belled’s eyes, wondering what he had been talking about.
It’s a secret. Should I say that?
If she did, somehow, she felt like he would be mischievous at night. As he said, he was the kind of person who would get what he wanted.
...Again.
In the meantime, the sound of Pocalor’s shoes echoed clearly in the office.
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