Do demons have hearts that beat at the same time as humans?
I suddenly felt that my heart was beating fast as well.
“They are those who fight a lot, so they have some unique hobbies.”
Ronove’s words echoed through the hall.
“I hope you’re not surprised. Otherwise, some can’t maintain their sanity.”
It was a remark intended to wrap up the situation well.
“Ah, it can happen in places with a lot of battlefields!”
“As expected of Vine!”
The tailor’s party reacted to those words like lightning. They were already worried that the knights might be offended by the awkward silence, so they bit hard.
“Then who’s next?”
The tailor’s slightly trembling voice echoed through the hall.
I looked down at the tailor, whose face seemed slightly pale. He seemed very nervous, but he must be okay, right?
“....”
If the tailor had heard my true feelings, he would have absolutely said no.
He tried to hide the trembling of his tape measure-holding hand, thinking.
Battlefield? In this day and age? Of course, some knights hunted monsters in each territory of the empire, but there was no place where monsters gathered in such large numbers that the word ‘battlefield’ could be used. The tailor had served as a mercenary on the border of the empire in his youth.
In short, he already knew that there were half-mad people on the battlefield.
It was Vine, after all.
Thinking that, he swallowed hard. He didn’t know what it meant to wear feathers on his clothes, but those who had been on the battlefield for a long time tended to seek strange things instead of gods.
Nine times out of ten, it meant they were crazy.
And even the knights who understood them and weren’t surprised when they saw them...
...These people were half-mad as a group!
His hands seemed to tremble. He wanted to finish this work quickly, as soon as possible, and get out of there. He felt like his life would be cut short if he continued working like this.
***
“It ended sooner than I expected.”
I was worried that the nervous tailor might finish work late.
However, the tailor presented the measurement chart with surprising speed, making my worries seem meaningless.
'And this is the design draft!'
'This is a fabric sample, and this is also...!'
And as he shouted with a somewhat military air, I unconsciously turned my gaze to Naberus.
Belled was the same. The meaning of their gazes was clear.
Did you say something?
'...!'
Naberus shook his head to indicate no and bowed deeply.
Then why are you working so... like a knight going to battle?
'Then, I will contact you as soon as the items are ready!'
The group of tailors who had been working with their shoulders tense to the point of making it seem like they would buckle up quickly left the mansion as soon as they finished.
"It's fortunate that the work was done quickly..."
I trailed off as I looked at the design draft I had chosen for my social debut outfit during the day.
At the end of my gaze was a black dress.
It was pitch black.
It wasn’t the pure white clothes or loose-fitting priest’s robes I always wore, but it was a somewhat tight-fitting robe that revealed my curves.
“..."
The wedding dress was covered with a veil, so I thought it covered what needed to be covered. But this black dress wasn’t. My gaze turned to the mirror. Is it okay?
Pah!
Soon, Pocalor, who had become a white figure, emerged and gradually took shape.
She was holding an earring in her hand.
“Why, are you anxious?”
Pocalor, who had been looking at the design, put the earring on my ear. She could see the silvery, sparkling earring with a deep green gem hanging down.
“...A little.”
I said, unable to take my gaze off the mirror.
“What’s wrong?”
At that, I looked back at the design.
“...I’ve never worn clothes like this in front of people.”
It was the first time that my body, which had always been covered by robes and priest’s robes, was exposed without a veil.
“I wonder if they’ll look at me too much.”
And I wonder if they’ll look at me.
I wonder if they’ll curse me for being so revealing as a Saintess.
Of course, it might be easier to approach than a priest’s robe. However, even in my previous life, apart from wanting to get close to people, I didn’t like being looked at. I was already constantly noticed as a Saintess.
“No matter what you wear, you’re the Duchess of Vine.”
At that moment, Pocalor opened her mouth. Pocalor, who was staring intently at my eyes in the mirror, continued.
“What this means is that no matter what you do, you’re going to be looked at.”
I already knew that. However, Pocalor’s words weren’t over yet.
“So it would be better to show off your dignity as a Duchess.”
“Well...”
I know that. But I wonder if I can do it well.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
The person in the mirror looked unattractive.
Because of my past of extremely restraining myself from dressing up in order to show off the nobility and modesty of a Saintess, dressing up like this felt awkward.
The earrings Pocalor was wearing, and the gorgeous black dress.
They were done at the wedding... maybe because I had done it many times, or maybe because it didn’t feel real, I didn’t feel any resistance.
At that time, I didn’t even think I would be in Vine for a long time.
But since I wanted to be in Vine, more than anything, I wanted to be by his side.
There were many things on my mind. Wouldn’t this dressed-up look strange? It seemed endlessly unfamiliar and strange to me.
Wouldn’t others see me as strange, since I started dressing up late?
Wouldn’t Vine get cursed at because of that? So... Wouldn’t Belled look at me strangely?
“What’s wrong?”
At that, I looked back at the design.
“...I’ve never worn clothes like this in front of people.”
It was the first time that my body, which had always been covered by robes and priest’s robes, was exposed without a veil.
“I wonder if they’ll look at me too much.”
And I wonder if they’ll look at me.
I wonder if they’ll curse me for being so revealing as a Saintess.
Of course, it might be easier to approach than a priest’s robe. However, even in my previous life, apart from wanting to get close to people, I didn’t like being looked at. I was already constantly noticed as a Saintess.
“No matter what you wear, you’re the Duchess of Vine.”
At that moment, Pocalor opened her mouth. Pocalor, who was staring intently at my eyes in the mirror, continued.
“What this means is that no matter what you do, you’re going to be looked at.”
I already knew that. However, Pocalor’s words weren’t over yet.
“So it would be better to show off your dignity as a Duchess.”
“Well...”
I know that. But I wonder if I can do it well.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
The person in the mirror looked unattractive.
Because of my past of extremely restraining myself from dressing up in order to show off the nobility and modesty of a Saintess, dressing up like this felt awkward.
The earrings Pocalor was wearing, and the gorgeous black dress.
They were done at the wedding... maybe because I had done it many times, or maybe because it didn’t feel real, I didn’t feel any resistance.
At that time, I didn’t even think I would be in Vine for a long time.
But since I wanted to be in Vine, more than anything, I wanted to be by his side.
There were many things on my mind. Wouldn’t this dressed-up look strange? It seemed endlessly unfamiliar and strange to me.
Wouldn’t others see me as strange, since I started dressing up late?
Wouldn’t Vine get cursed at because of that? So... Wouldn’t Belled look at me strangely?
I tightly shut my mouth at that thought. Pocalor suddenly said,
“If you’re afraid of people’s gazes, stay by Belled’s side.”
It seemed like she was trying to reassure me. However, my heart beat even faster at those words.
It doesn’t matter what other people think.
But I just hope Belled doesn’t look at me strangely.
My true feelings, washed away by Pocalor’s words, seemed to have revealed their true nature.
“You saw it before. He's trying to keep other guys from coming near you.”
I blinked at Pokalor’s words. Suddenly, my thoughts stopped and I looked back at Pocalor.
“Did he?”
When? Have you ever said something like that?
Pocalor narrowed her eyes at her question, then smiled faintly.
“We have a long way to go.”
I blinked at her face, which seemed genuinely happy.
“What?”
“No.”
I looked at her curiously, but Pocalor didn’t seem to want to explain.
After the tailor left, Pocalor joined in on the banquet preparations in earnest, and the banquet preparations became lively.
Ratley and Helbas, who had made a mistake when the tailor came, had a ‘special time’ with Pocalor, and whenever they met her, their faces would turn pale and they would lower their heads.
And after that, they never showed their feathers or flames to anyone else again.
“Pocalor’s ‘education’ has returned.”
“What is education?”
“Do you want to experience it yourself?”
“No...”
There were various conversations between the old demons who were thinking about the time when Pocalor was active and the relatively young demons.
In particular, the demons who remembered the time when Poklcalor actively shuddered at the news that Helbas and Ratley had returned after receiving ‘education’.
As a result, the demons naturally began to be careful about their actions.
However, that did not mean that the demons could move like humans overnight.
I asked Pocalor, seeing that the demons were hardly able to make mistakes except for Helbas and Ratley who had received direct education.
“Can you possibly provide that education to other demons?”
“If you’re afraid of people’s gazes, stay by Belled’s side.”
It seemed like she was trying to reassure me. However, my heart beat even faster at those words.
It doesn’t matter what other people think.
But I just hope Belled doesn’t look at me strangely.
My true feelings, washed away by Pocalor’s words, seemed to have revealed their true nature.
“You saw it before. He's trying to keep other guys from coming near you.”
I blinked at Pokalor’s words. Suddenly, my thoughts stopped and I looked back at Pocalor.
“Did he?”
When? Have you ever said something like that?
Pocalor narrowed her eyes at her question, then smiled faintly.
“We have a long way to go.”
I blinked at her face, which seemed genuinely happy.
“What?”
“No.”
I looked at her curiously, but Pocalor didn’t seem to want to explain.
***
After the tailor left, Pocalor joined in on the banquet preparations in earnest, and the banquet preparations became lively.
Ratley and Helbas, who had made a mistake when the tailor came, had a ‘special time’ with Pocalor, and whenever they met her, their faces would turn pale and they would lower their heads.
And after that, they never showed their feathers or flames to anyone else again.
“Pocalor’s ‘education’ has returned.”
“What is education?”
“Do you want to experience it yourself?”
“No...”
There were various conversations between the old demons who were thinking about the time when Pocalor was active and the relatively young demons.
In particular, the demons who remembered the time when Poklcalor actively shuddered at the news that Helbas and Ratley had returned after receiving ‘education’.
As a result, the demons naturally began to be careful about their actions.
However, that did not mean that the demons could move like humans overnight.
I asked Pocalor, seeing that the demons were hardly able to make mistakes except for Helbas and Ratley who had received direct education.
“Can you possibly provide that education to other demons?”
I was curious about what kind of education they were receiving and if the method was good, I thought it would be good to provide it to other demons as well.
“I want to go into the room and watch together.”
As soon as I said that, I saw Ronobe’s body standing nearby stiffen.
“?”
It wasn’t just him who stiffened.
A demon dressed as a maid who was passing by dropped the cleaning tools she was holding, and some took deep breaths.
“I want to go into the room and watch together.”
As soon as I said that, I saw Ronobe’s body standing nearby stiffen.
“?”
It wasn’t just him who stiffened.
A demon dressed as a maid who was passing by dropped the cleaning tools she was holding, and some took deep breaths.
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