Anna shook her head and studied Gremory's face.
"Yes. After listening to your words, you can see quite a few characteristics of the northern snowy races. The teeth are also developed to make it easy to chew meat, so they are pointy."
"Crops like potatoes aren't common there, so I guess you haven't eaten soup so far."
After thinking about something for a while, Chession made a decision.
"From now on, Mori will only be given raw meat. If you were born and raised in the northern snowfields, you should have enough immunity to raw meat. Nowadays, parasite anti-parasitic magic pills are well developed."
Well, yes. Gremory replied inwardly and munched on the bones of raw chicken. Anna admired her tooth grip.
"Do the people in the northern snowfields have good grip strength? Awesome! I think this is exactly what the big dog I had made when it ate raw chicken."
"It's nice to see you eating well. Next time, I'll prepare the meat that the northern snowy tribes prefer."
Chesion smiled proudly and left the room. Gremory, who was completely liberated, chewed on the chicken leg as if she were going to do what she could.
***
A week later, in the morning.
It was an unusually sunny early spring. A fresh spring breeze blew through this dingy grand palace. Anna, intoxicated by the color of the pale green grass, urged her to go out.
"Miss Mori. I like your dark and elegant room, but I also like the outside. If you stay indoors all the time, it's bad for your health, so why don't you go out? I'll give you a wheelchair."
Anna understood Gremory's affirmation even if she didn't answer. It was the same this time. Anna hummed and brought her wheelchair.
Gremory obediently got out of bed. It was because she realized the other day that it was impossible to lie down and hold on. Once, when she was wrapped in a blanket, Anna cried sadly. She asked her what to do because the young lady was so scared of the outside. It was better to just do what she asked her to do.
Anna changed Gremory into a light outfit and put a white lace shawl around her shoulders. Gremory's expression was rotten by the excessively bright colors.
Anna was just proud that she had pulled the slimy young lady outside. She pushed the wheelchair carrying Gremory around the corridor.
"I'm glad you're here. I think I'm more energetic than usual because I'm having a good person. Not only I, but others too."
Gremory crossed her legs and looked straight ahead.
'That's natural. I ate all the black energy of this mansion as a snack.'
Whenever she was hungry, she would pick up the black energy of the mansion and eat it, and the aura of the mansion became very clean. Gremory, who happened to have purified the air, felt very uncomfortable. The energy of the house where the witch was brought in was purified. It was funny.
Suddenly, she made eye contact with the knight who was standing guard. At first, she saw him, and he had a gloomy expression, but he spoke with an overly bright face.
"Miss Mori is beautiful today. Did you go out for a walk?"
"Don't be scolded by my young lady. Miss, let's go."
After living in this corner of the house for a week, Gremory had two abilities. The ability to moderately ignore what others say. And the ability to persevere. Gremory ignored the humans who beat the drums and trumpets among themselves and endured.
Anna showed me around the mansion. Gardens, fountains, spires, and even a cathedral. She kept talking.
"Am I talking too much? Your ears must be stinging, but thank you for listening without getting annoyed."
"..."
"Actually. I didn't have any family or friends, so I didn't have anyone to talk to. They all died eight years ago. Because of the plague, Gremory."
"..."
"The process of dying is so horrible, as if possessed by a demon... I was very less talkative because of that shock. But thanks to the young lady who listened to my story. I kept talking, and now I feel like I'm back to the old days."
Gremory was not happy to listen. Whatever the maid's circumstances were, it wasn't the witch's business. It was a plague that spread to everyone to die in the first place, so she wasn't surprised if someone died.
...Everyone dies.
"Kill me. Gremory! Spread the plague right away and kill them all!'
'If you're going to live like a worm, spread the plague right now! What are you going to do with your strength?'
'Where is this scum rebelling? Make food before everyone starves to death!"
Gremory's dark eyes, which had suddenly recalled the past, crept into her hands.
There was a bouquet of flowers in it. It was a bouquet of the prettiest flowers that Anna had picked for her.
It was just about to make her heartache. She could hear a goat crying in the distance.
When she looked in the direction of the sound, she saw an absurd scene. Chession was dragging a black goat with a rope. It was a huge, chubby goat, very mouthwatering from the witch's point of view.
Black goats were the favorite food of witches and demons. Therefore, insane people who worshipped evil offered sacrifices. If they offered a black goat, the witch or demon would have to grant one of the man's minor wishes. That's the rule of the Demon World.
By the way.
"Oh, Mori. Did you go for a walk? This is your gift."
When Chession spotted Gremory, he smiled and waved.
Gremory was puzzled. You want me to do that? Why all of a sudden?
Anna drove her wheelchair toward Chession.
"Oh, are you going to slaughter this goat and give it to Miss Mori for meals?"
"Yes. The favorite food of the people from the northern snowfields is black goat meat. At one time, black goats were considered evil and were secretly eaten, but nowadays they are openly enjoyed."
"Wow. Miss Mori! You can't enjoy your hometown food after a long time!"
"..."
Meanwhile, the goat sensed an ominous streak and backed away desperately. However, he could not escape the clutches of Chession in the slightest.
'Holy.'
Gremory was stunned. Whether he knew it or not, he expressed his intention to sacrifice a black goat to the witch. According to the rules of the Demon World, Gremory had to grant one of Chession's wishes.
At that moment, Chession's lieutenant rushed in from a distance. The first day she saw Chession, he was with him. His name was Hans.
"Your Highness! His Highness the Crown Prince also came to visit without hesitation."
"What? What is the reason for this time?"
"That.. Your Highness gave the concubine of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince at the banquet of Count Shufelz. It seems that he came to investigate the matter."
"Hah... That's just what happened."
Chession pressed the back of his hand to his forehead. And...
"I hope he gets out of here."
He made a wish.
...Contract signed.
Suddenly, Gremory's eyes glowed red. At the same time, the black goat, who had lost its soul, fell helplessly.
People were so embarrassed by the falling goat that they didn't pay attention to the color of Gremory's eyes. Anna yelled at him that the goat should be slaughtered before it ran out of freshness, and Hans quickly ran to the slaughterhouse with the goat on his back.
"Noisy. Let's go to your room first."
In the commotion, the only one who remained calm pushed Gremory's wheelchair across the garden in peace.
***
Chession greeted the Crown Prince at the main entrance of the mansion. It was because he didn't bother to invite uninvited guests into the parlor.
Gremory returned to her room and connected her vision with the crow to see what was going on.
Severian de Inoren Brilliant. The confrontation between the Prince and Chession became prolonged. Behind Severian stood a concubine who had been beaten by Chession with a venomous face.
"Apologize. Don't make a big deal out of a single bend, brother."
"Do you cry so much at the word 'ugly'? Yes, I apologize if you want to. I'm so sorry."
"Get down on your knees and apologize formally."
"I don't like that, though."
Gremory rolled around on the bed and yawned. She thought there was something great about the imperial family's fighting, but they fought something like that. The leaders of the demon world, who are glorious also, fight over a higher topic than that.
'Let's see. Prince, his desire is to tarnish Chession's reputation and elevate himself to the throne.'
Chession's reputation was currently the best in the Empire. He risked being expelled from the imperial court and banned witch hunts, allowing women to live on their own feet, and noble families were spared the fear of being caught and falling into the abyss.
Gremory, who had finished assessing the situation, motioned lazily into the air. Then, the dark red thread that had been connected between Hans and Severian appeared.
"You cheeky thing!"
Severian, unable to control his anger for a moment, drew his sword and stabbed Hans in the heart.
The surroundings became quiet. All he could hear was the dull sound of Hans falling.
"What...?"
The severe-minded Severian panicked. For no reason, he killed Chession's beloved lieutenant.
This will ruin the reputation of the social community. He killed Chession's lieutenant just because he was angry.
Gremory grinned.
Now, Chession. Your dear lieutenant died in vain. You have created a reason to sell the Crown Prince to death, so from now on, take care of your temper. I don't want him to stay near the Grand Duke's residence again.
And as you may have noticed, Hans is a spy planted by the Crown Prince. So it doesn't matter if he dies.
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