"Ah..."
'Why are you doing that?'
“I, Princess.”
Fromdy called me cautiously, looking flustered.
"Originally, familiars don't eat food, let alone cookies. They're not pets."
The bastard's gaze was so determined that it didn't feel like a lie.
It's shocking.
I treated my familiar as a pet and trained it by feeding it cookies and all kinds of sweets?
“They’re not eating? It’s not like you warlocks intentionally didn’t feed your familiars.”
“Huh? I never really tried to give it to them, but they never tried to eat it first either...?”
Let's look at him suspiciously. Fromdy once again emphasized that it was true, as if he was being wronged.
“Look carefully.”
I handed out cookies to Pembe, Jan, and Gorten in front of Fromdy.
Even Jan, who had run away, gathered around and ate the cookies deliciously, no, he was eating them like crazy, which made the guy very curious.
I was also interested.
You don't eat food given to you by other warlocks, but you eat food given to you by me?
What other conditions are there?
I gave the entire plate of cookies to the familiars and looked at Fromdy, who was kneeling before me. Fromdy, who was already half-asleep, flinched and hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Excuse me, Princess. May I ask you something?”
"What."
“Princess, you seem to have the potential to become a great warlock, but... I’m curious as to how you managed to make a contract with a servant horse when you’re not even a warlock yet.”
“I didn’t sign a contract?”
Fromdy asked a rather difficult question, but I smiled and answered easily.
“Yes? But how do you use it?”
“You’re being rude. They just like me.”
A look of complete incomprehension.
I looked at the lovely familiars who had finished their cookies and were satisfied.
The pure black magic of the familiars reaching out towards me is invisible to Fromdy's eyes.
Moreover, the warlocks, including Fromdy, said that they could not even hear the voices of their familiars.
Fromdy kept tilting his head.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No, I think I know now.”
While talking to Fromdy, I naturally found the answer and turned my head to meet his gaze.
“Because I am prettier, stronger, and more noble than you, the familiars like me.”
“What do you mean...?”
I tilted my head towards Fromdy, who looked embarrassed.
"What do you think of your familiars? Your slaves from hell? Absolutely not. These children are pure darkness. They're on a different level from you, who gain black magic by killing people."
Fromdy's clouded eyes shook violently at my tone and gaze that did not hide the contempt I felt.
"The familiar deeply loathes you, who bear the karma of the bloody and horrific screams of the dead. Do you know that?"
“...Princess, can you hear the familiar's words clearly?”
“Yeah. Now, should I tell you what Jan said?”
As I whispered softly, the bastard's pupils trembled wildly.
Fromdy immediately lowered his head.
"No."
Do you regret it at all?
But even if he says this late, those who died innocently will not be able to return.
Fromdy and other warlocks must pay the price for their heinous crimes.
“If I had been under someone like you, Princess, would I have become a decent warlock...?”
Listening to the man's mumbling regrets, I felt pathetic and turned my head away.
I had to quickly organize this content because I had found an important clue.
Pembe's previous comment about how he disliked warlocks because they were too greedy also served as a hint.
The familiar hates the warlock who kills people to gain black magic power for their greed.
This is something I learned naturally as I regained my magical powers and developed a deep connection with my familiar.
However, not all questions have been resolved yet.
What if a noble white mage, not a warlock, gave a sweet treat to a familiar?
Can a white magician also communicate with a servant horse?
'No.'
I quickly came up with an answer.
Because Cordelia, whom I met at the Dilling Cafe, told me that I had the potential to become an excellent warlock and that I could understand the words of my familiar.
To communicate with a familiar, at least the prerequisite of 'black magic' is required.
I quickly took out a new piece of paper and wrote down the contents on it with a fountain pen.
[ The prerequisites for (A) to gain favor with the familiar without going through the custom of 'contract' that the familiar hates are as follows.
1. Gap must have the qualities of a warlock or be a warlock.
2. Gap must not obtain black magic through abnormal routes. (No murder)
3. The target must be stronger than the target familiar.
If the above prerequisites are met, you can buy favor with the familiar by giving it a sweet treat. ]
I put down the fountain pen.
Here's a summary of how I've managed to get Pembe, Jan, and Gorten on my side.
There was a reason I was obsessed with how to seduce a familiar.
Because I have my own plan to use this method to charm and neutralize the familiars of the black magicians who have taken over the Verbent Palace.
I smiled, but then the corners of my mouth lowered again as I remembered something that was bothering me.
'What on earth is Omoko?'
A familiar that attacked me near the glass greenhouse and then died.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that his loyalty to Empress Giselle was extraordinary.
He was a man who would act voluntarily, risking his life, as if he would do anything for Empress Giselle.
It was on a different level from the contracted familiars that were forced to move according to the black magician's orders, like Pembe, Jan, and Gorten of the past.
If so, Empress Giselle is a warlock who has never obtained black magic through an unusual route, that is, through murder.
That way, my hypothesis will be established.
So, Empress Giselle uses black magic by converting pure darkness from hell into black magic.
'Why are ominous feelings never wrong?'
I forced a smile, sweating profusely.
If Empress Giselle is a great warlock who made a contract with a great demon of the legion commander level, then it is highly likely that the demon is Toylat.
'Crazy... Is this even a match?'
Cordelia's warning was becoming increasingly real.
It is not an exaggeration to say that no one on earth can stand up to Empress Giselle!
I rubbed my throbbing temples to soothe the pain, lowered my head, and called out to Fromdy, who was belatedly reflecting on the past.
"Yes?"
I frowned as I saw the guy suddenly raise his head.
"So why did Empress Giselle suddenly ask you to bring Crown Prince Adrian? Haven't you remembered yet?"
I swung my fist and openly threatened Fromdy.
The trembling man's face turned pale.
"I really don't know! She gave the order to bring His Highness back immediately. We were already pressed for time, just infiltrating the Duke of Iels's castle and preparing the moving magic circle..."
“Why are you all going on and on? Do you know that Crown Prince Adrian proposed to me?”
Fromdy's face turned bright red.
'Why are you embarrassed?'
The guy answered hesitantly.
"Of course I know... In fact, I've always wanted to serve you as a warlock, Princess. Furthermore, I admired you, knowing you were a sword master. As you know, magicians are often weak, aren't they?"
Fromdy's excited voice trembled.
'Ugh. I'm not a sword master.'
I don't know why these guys are having such a weird misunderstanding, but I don't have time to correct them, and, more than anything, it's annoying.
"Am I crazy? To join that horrible, unethical group?"
“...Yes, that’s correct.”
I looked at the guy who had returned to reflective mode with a sullen expression and asked him again.
"Why do you keep dragging me into this? My dark magic potential is so great, why bother me like this? Tell me what you know."
"I'm not sure exactly how much. I have a feeling you'll become a higher-ranking warlock than me."
'Hmm, I see.'
I quietly stroked my chin, then glared at him and opened my mouth.
“And wake up. I don't have the slightest intention of going to you guys.”
'Why are you doing that?'
“I, Princess.”
Fromdy called me cautiously, looking flustered.
"Originally, familiars don't eat food, let alone cookies. They're not pets."
The bastard's gaze was so determined that it didn't feel like a lie.
It's shocking.
I treated my familiar as a pet and trained it by feeding it cookies and all kinds of sweets?
“They’re not eating? It’s not like you warlocks intentionally didn’t feed your familiars.”
“Huh? I never really tried to give it to them, but they never tried to eat it first either...?”
Let's look at him suspiciously. Fromdy once again emphasized that it was true, as if he was being wronged.
“Look carefully.”
I handed out cookies to Pembe, Jan, and Gorten in front of Fromdy.
Even Jan, who had run away, gathered around and ate the cookies deliciously, no, he was eating them like crazy, which made the guy very curious.
I was also interested.
You don't eat food given to you by other warlocks, but you eat food given to you by me?
What other conditions are there?
I gave the entire plate of cookies to the familiars and looked at Fromdy, who was kneeling before me. Fromdy, who was already half-asleep, flinched and hesitated for a moment before speaking.
“Excuse me, Princess. May I ask you something?”
"What."
“Princess, you seem to have the potential to become a great warlock, but... I’m curious as to how you managed to make a contract with a servant horse when you’re not even a warlock yet.”
“I didn’t sign a contract?”
Fromdy asked a rather difficult question, but I smiled and answered easily.
“Yes? But how do you use it?”
“You’re being rude. They just like me.”
A look of complete incomprehension.
I looked at the lovely familiars who had finished their cookies and were satisfied.
The pure black magic of the familiars reaching out towards me is invisible to Fromdy's eyes.
Moreover, the warlocks, including Fromdy, said that they could not even hear the voices of their familiars.
Fromdy kept tilting his head.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“No, I think I know now.”
While talking to Fromdy, I naturally found the answer and turned my head to meet his gaze.
“Because I am prettier, stronger, and more noble than you, the familiars like me.”
“What do you mean...?”
I tilted my head towards Fromdy, who looked embarrassed.
"What do you think of your familiars? Your slaves from hell? Absolutely not. These children are pure darkness. They're on a different level from you, who gain black magic by killing people."
Fromdy's clouded eyes shook violently at my tone and gaze that did not hide the contempt I felt.
"The familiar deeply loathes you, who bear the karma of the bloody and horrific screams of the dead. Do you know that?"
“...Princess, can you hear the familiar's words clearly?”
“Yeah. Now, should I tell you what Jan said?”
As I whispered softly, the bastard's pupils trembled wildly.
Fromdy immediately lowered his head.
"No."
Do you regret it at all?
But even if he says this late, those who died innocently will not be able to return.
Fromdy and other warlocks must pay the price for their heinous crimes.
“If I had been under someone like you, Princess, would I have become a decent warlock...?”
Listening to the man's mumbling regrets, I felt pathetic and turned my head away.
I had to quickly organize this content because I had found an important clue.
Pembe's previous comment about how he disliked warlocks because they were too greedy also served as a hint.
The familiar hates the warlock who kills people to gain black magic power for their greed.
This is something I learned naturally as I regained my magical powers and developed a deep connection with my familiar.
However, not all questions have been resolved yet.
What if a noble white mage, not a warlock, gave a sweet treat to a familiar?
Can a white magician also communicate with a servant horse?
'No.'
I quickly came up with an answer.
Because Cordelia, whom I met at the Dilling Cafe, told me that I had the potential to become an excellent warlock and that I could understand the words of my familiar.
To communicate with a familiar, at least the prerequisite of 'black magic' is required.
I quickly took out a new piece of paper and wrote down the contents on it with a fountain pen.
[ The prerequisites for (A) to gain favor with the familiar without going through the custom of 'contract' that the familiar hates are as follows.
1. Gap must have the qualities of a warlock or be a warlock.
2. Gap must not obtain black magic through abnormal routes. (No murder)
3. The target must be stronger than the target familiar.
If the above prerequisites are met, you can buy favor with the familiar by giving it a sweet treat. ]
I put down the fountain pen.
Here's a summary of how I've managed to get Pembe, Jan, and Gorten on my side.
There was a reason I was obsessed with how to seduce a familiar.
Because I have my own plan to use this method to charm and neutralize the familiars of the black magicians who have taken over the Verbent Palace.
I smiled, but then the corners of my mouth lowered again as I remembered something that was bothering me.
'What on earth is Omoko?'
A familiar that attacked me near the glass greenhouse and then died.
The more I think about it, the more I realize that his loyalty to Empress Giselle was extraordinary.
He was a man who would act voluntarily, risking his life, as if he would do anything for Empress Giselle.
It was on a different level from the contracted familiars that were forced to move according to the black magician's orders, like Pembe, Jan, and Gorten of the past.
If so, Empress Giselle is a warlock who has never obtained black magic through an unusual route, that is, through murder.
That way, my hypothesis will be established.
So, Empress Giselle uses black magic by converting pure darkness from hell into black magic.
'Why are ominous feelings never wrong?'
I forced a smile, sweating profusely.
If Empress Giselle is a great warlock who made a contract with a great demon of the legion commander level, then it is highly likely that the demon is Toylat.
'Crazy... Is this even a match?'
Cordelia's warning was becoming increasingly real.
It is not an exaggeration to say that no one on earth can stand up to Empress Giselle!
I rubbed my throbbing temples to soothe the pain, lowered my head, and called out to Fromdy, who was belatedly reflecting on the past.
"Yes?"
I frowned as I saw the guy suddenly raise his head.
"So why did Empress Giselle suddenly ask you to bring Crown Prince Adrian? Haven't you remembered yet?"
I swung my fist and openly threatened Fromdy.
The trembling man's face turned pale.
"I really don't know! She gave the order to bring His Highness back immediately. We were already pressed for time, just infiltrating the Duke of Iels's castle and preparing the moving magic circle..."
“Why are you all going on and on? Do you know that Crown Prince Adrian proposed to me?”
Fromdy's face turned bright red.
'Why are you embarrassed?'
The guy answered hesitantly.
"Of course I know... In fact, I've always wanted to serve you as a warlock, Princess. Furthermore, I admired you, knowing you were a sword master. As you know, magicians are often weak, aren't they?"
Fromdy's excited voice trembled.
'Ugh. I'm not a sword master.'
I don't know why these guys are having such a weird misunderstanding, but I don't have time to correct them, and, more than anything, it's annoying.
"Am I crazy? To join that horrible, unethical group?"
“...Yes, that’s correct.”
I looked at the guy who had returned to reflective mode with a sullen expression and asked him again.
"Why do you keep dragging me into this? My dark magic potential is so great, why bother me like this? Tell me what you know."
"I'm not sure exactly how much. I have a feeling you'll become a higher-ranking warlock than me."
'Hmm, I see.'
I quietly stroked my chin, then glared at him and opened my mouth.
“And wake up. I don't have the slightest intention of going to you guys.”
“...I know. I can’t go back there anyway, right?”
“Do you want to go back? If you want to go, I’ll let you go.”
"No, I absolutely do not want to go. Until the day you kill me, I will stick close to your side!"
The man's eyes, as he answered with a firm, serious expression, began to glow with a hint of madness.
I've seen this look somewhere before... Am I mistaken?
"Huh, that warlock is making some really dangerous remarks. It's a good thing the Duke isn't here."
"The Duke will find out. I think he'll be cut down soon."
Pembe and Gorten could be heard having a serious conversation from afar.
It was so funny, but I sighed as I realized that this wasn't the situation.
"Yes. I'll decide how to kill you slowly. By the way, you. Tell me everything you know about the entrance to liberation."
I urged Fromdy to open the scroll containing the description of the entrance to liberation and asked a question.
He glanced over it once, then looked at me and answered with an uncertain expression.
“That’s all I know.”
“What on earth is this ambiguous expression, the key to the sun and moon consumed by darkness!”
"I swear, I don't know. I'm just a shadow carrying out Giselle's orders. Only Giselle and the other high-ranking warlocks know that secret."
"High-ranking warlocks? There are quite a few of them. Who are they?"
“Oh, that’s...”
“First of all, Princess Cordelia Mare.”
When I told Cordelia's name to the hesitant and hesitant man, Fromdy's face turned pale.
I revealed my teeth leisurely.
“Blow quickly. You said you would stay by my side until you die, so why can’t you blow?”
“But since you suddenly asked me to tell you everything like this, I started to feel compulsive about having been a loyal and close aide to Lady Giselle...”
“You speak well.”
I rolled my eyes gently.
Then I slowly got up from the chair and did some light jogging to warm up.
"You've already been caught, so if you get caught by the warlocks, you'll die immediately as a traitor. Or is your honor as a warlock that important? Well, then I'll kill you."
"Yes?"
“I’m telling you in advance, you’re going to die pretty hurt.”
I clenched my fist and unclenched it, slamming my chair down.
The chair was completely smashed. I'm not even a gangster... I can't believe I'm making this kind of threat!
But it's quite effective for the weak warlock who hates being sick the most.
As expected, Fromdy clasped his hands together and forced a smile, the corners of his mouth trembling.
"Oh, no. I'm a realist who believes that fame is only useful if you live."
“That’s a good point.”
I smiled contentedly, knelt down on one knee, lifted the bastard's chin, and whispered.
“So, tell me everything you know, starting with the list of high-ranking warlocks who are said to know even the most secret things, you realist.”
***
Viscount Arthur Rognier, a warlock who had been captured as a prisoner, refused to open his mouth even after being severely tortured.
After Arthur Rognier had refused to reveal information about the warlocks for several days, today the notorious Argenthorz Knight Roden personally intervened to torture him.
“This guy is a real piece of shit.”
Roden scratched his head and sighed angrily.
Just as they were about to torture him again, another knight came to the prison and called Roden.
“Why are you stopping me? I’m going to quickly beat this brat up and show off my achievements to the Princess when she returns.”
“...There’s no need for that. The Princess you serve has already successfully tortured another warlock.”
"What?"
The club in Roden's hand fell to the floor with a thud.
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