“Oh, that’s it...”
'Oh, it tickles.'
Rudnine was jealous of my familiar again.
Funny enough, he didn't seem to care at all that I was with a familiar known as the 'Symbol of Darkness' or the 'Warlock's Hand'.
He's just someone who says he hates sharing my affections with my familiars.
It was both funny and bitter.
If everyone, or even just a third of the people in this world, weren't as prejudiced as Rudnine, I think I would have become a warlock without hesitation.
In fact, I witnessed the warlocks create a massive teleportation circle and was amazed by the power of black magic. My heart raced with fear, yet I was also thrilled.
If I had that much power, I could have rescued Barden quickly.
'Just hold on a little longer, brother.'
I muttered to myself about Barden, who must be held captive somewhere.
“Yvonne, why aren’t you answering?”
As Rudnine whined and urged me on, I patted his arm around my shoulder and smiled.
“So what? No matter what, you’re the cutest.”
He came up to me like a puppy and rubbed his head against mine, then he looked startled and pulled away from me, frozen stiffly.
And then be asked blankly.
“Me?”
"Didn't you know? That's one of the reasons I like you. You're kind, handsome, and even cute, so I like you."
"...Ah."
Oh my, look how red your face is.
He stared at me without answering, then lowered his head on my shoulder and muttered.
“This guy is in trouble.”
“What is it?”
“Why on earth are you going to keep saying things like that?”
I turned my head slightly and met his eyes, and the heat in his pitch-black eyes took my breath away.
Oh, he's so handsome.
I want to kiss you...
Rather, at the moment when my face was turning bright red, my father's aide came to catch Rudnine.
“Duke of Iels! As expected! I knew you’d be here!”
I sighed when I saw Viscount Polian's face.
“...Rudd, are you really not going to the meeting and coming here?”
“I missed Yvonne so much that I was just going to see your face for a bit.”
As he averted his eyes, making excuses, Viscount Polian sighed, rubbing his forehead as if he couldn't stop himself, and looked at me.
"It seems the Duke really likes you, Princess. From now on, you'll have to attend meetings regularly. After all, you've become a member of the Magic Tower and a key executive."
“Me?”
"Yes."
Looking into the eyes of Count Polian, who spoke seriously, I felt a sense of change.
Just a few months ago, my father's adjutant wouldn't trust me, a troublemaker, and now he's asking me to attend an important meeting.
But I shook my head.
"Right now, I have some urgent research to do separately. Father knows about this. I'll attend the next meeting."
“If it’s research...”
"I'll tell you later, Rudd. Please take the Duke with you, Aide."
I pushed Rudnine's back, who was looking into my eyes and wondering.
He was reluctantly being pushed out, but suddenly, he quickly grabbed my wrist, opened the door next to me, and pushed me in.
I opened my mouth in bewilderment as I watched him come inside, close the door, and lock it, but he came close to me and grumbled.
“There are a lot of troublemakers.”
Then he tilted his head and kissed me so hard I made a kissing sound.
“Hey, is this why you brought me in?”
"Yes."
My ears turned red at his bold action of hugging my waist while answering coolly.
“Rudd is shameless, isn’t he?”
“Yvonne has been suffering for a long time.”
'What does that matter...?'
But I didn't have time to think any further as my lips touched his again.
Because I was so obsessed with the sensation of him desperately wanting me, and stirring me with such skill.
“We’ll be staying here together for a while anyway, so I’ll endure it.”
After a while, Rudnine raised his head and whispered slowly while caressing my eyes.
I could feel the breath full of heat.
You're holding back; you did everything you wanted to do.
But I liked it too, so I smiled bashfully at him. Soon, I heard Count Polian cough through the door, and feeling embarrassed, I hurriedly dragged him out.
“Because the times are what we are...”
“I know. Let’s go quickly.”
Count Polian quickly followed Rudnine, who was calmly leading the way, before he could change his mind.
I turned around to hurry to my work, and Liana quietly approached me.
“I’m glad you and the Duke are on such good terms.”
"Yes?"
It was a little embarrassing, but I tried my best to act as if nothing had happened.
“Yes. As soon as the Princess left for the North, the Duke came to the Argenthozel mansion in a hurry.”
“Oh, was that so?”
Liana just smiled and stepped back.
I see.
I stared blankly in the direction of the door Rudnine had exited through and shook my head.
'I'm happy too.'
But now was not the time to be like this.
It was a serious emergency situation because Barden had been captured, and the black magic was stronger than expected.
As I was about to head to the lab, carrying my bag of black magic books and scrolls, Pembe came running up next to me.
"Yvonne, are you going to look into the black magic materials yourself?"
"Yes, Pembe. Do you want to come with me? I think it would be best to review it with you. I'll need to refer to your knowledge of black magic, too."
"Yeah, okay."
As Pembe readily agreed to climb onto my shoulder, I turned my head and spoke to Jan and Gorten.
"And, Jan and Gorten, will you let me know as soon as that unconscious warlock comes to? The lab is through that passage."
"Yes, Yvonne~"
"Understood, Master!"
Jan, who answered first, flew away and sat down on the nose of the warlock who had fallen unconscious on the floor.
“Whoop, ugh, ugh.”
The man groaned as if he was having trouble breathing, but Jan looked unfazed.
They say he was the previous owner... How can he treat him like that?
Do you really not remember? Or is it because you really hate your master so much that you act like that?
In contrast, Gorten crouched down next to him with an expressionless expression, waiting for him to wake up.
The warlock who was Gorten's former master was hit by my kick and died on the spot.
Of course, he didn't die from my one kick.
According to the fainted warlock, the dead warlock was weakened by several circumstances.
Well... the conclusion was that the guy died from being hit by my foot, but I didn’t feel particularly guilty.
Because I have a history of mercilessly sending to the bone those who tried to kill or killed people before.
My beliefs remained unchanged.
The name of the warlock I caught is Fromdy.
Fromdy said that these were the five shadows of Empress Giselle, who had been given missions by her to commit brutal murders without hesitation.
'Don't put on such a gentle face.'
I furrowed my brow as I recalled Empress Giselle's face.
I instantly killed the Empress Giselle's familiar that was hiding behind Fromdy's neck, and Fromdy was freed from her control and surveillance.
Anyway, I was able to quickly return to Rudnine and the capital by using the warlock of the guy who was excessively submissive and shouted 'Long Live the Princess' to me, and he ended up exhausted like that.
'But honestly, I didn't know it would be successful.'
I never thought he'd be able to transport three humans and three familiars to the capital at once. They said they used a shuttle, but the experimental purpose was so great that I was afraid.
I sighed and grumbled.
“Why didn’t you tell me in advance that black magic was this strong, Pembe?”
"I told you. I'm strong."
Pembe followed me to the lab and grumbled, but I couldn't laugh at him any longer.
Pembe was right.
So, it might be easier to understand if I compare it to generating heat with oil, which is more efficient than generating heat with coal.
However, the problem is that the way warlocks acquire black magic is very dirty, horrible, and unethical.
I was reading through all the black magic books on the large desk in my lab, and I groaned when I learned of that 'unethical' path.
I couldn't believe it, so I rubbed my temples and read it out loud again.
"...Unlike white magicians, warlocks don't train and grow. Their power level is set from the start. If you want to increase your limited black magic, you must kill humans, curse them, and sacrifice your life to the devil."
His face crumpled up in an ugly grimace.
Pembe nodded and intervened from the side.
"Yes, that's right. The black magic used with the initial abilities is pure darkness from hell. Then there's no problem. But that doesn't happen very often."
'Oh my god.'
“Fromdy is also amazing. Is he a high-ranking warlock?”
"That warlock is also a beggar who became strong through the black magic he acquired by killing people. He's not a powerful warlock by nature. And he's not even at the level of a high-ranking warlock."
“Ah, you bastard...”
How on earth did these guys lure people to their deaths?
As I was thinking about giving Fromdy another hard kick while he was lying passed out in the living room, Pembe continued talking.
"To become a high-ranking warlock who can wield pure darkness, that is, vast black magic, you must first make a contract with a high-ranking demon when you first awaken as a warlock... Most high-ranking demons have no interest in the human world."
Pembe shrugged and looked me over carefully.
"Besides, making a pact with a high-ranking demon requires more than just average qualities. Perhaps someone like Yvonne…"
“Wait a minute. If you’re talking about a high-ranking demon, then you’re talking about the Seven Legion Commanders you mentioned?”
"Yeah, that's right. Honestly, no one's interested. Except for the 2nd Corps Commander, Toylat, whom I mentioned earlier. Toylat was so interested in the human world that he created a warlock there. That's why our familiar came here."
"That's right. Pembe said you hated coming here. If only you could go back... All the familiars would return to hell and live in peace."
“Oh, yeah... That’s right...”
Pembe nodded, trailing off, then looked at me and muttered.
I felt like he wanted to say something more, but I was too caught up in other thoughts to pay attention to Pembe.
Empress Giselle was said to be a great warlock.
Just how powerful a demon did the Empress contract to become such a master warlock? Or did she, too, gather her dark magic by killing and cursing innocent people?
"No. Empress Giselle is on a different level from these guys. Let's approach her cautiously."
Well, I don't know why Cordelia had a falling out with Empress Giselle and told me how to get rid of her...
The warlocks alive today are unforgivable sinners who took innocent lives to satisfy their greed.
A sharp mutter escaped my lips, unable to swallow my anger.
“Isn’t this group worse than rotten garbage?”
Come to think of it, I've killed a murderous bastard on the streets before, smelling like human blood.
‘Could it be that he was a warlock too...?’
I might not have known, since warlocks are a species that hides their true identities very well.
I narrowed my eyes and searched my memory.
.
.
I think I was fifteen years old.
A day when rain was falling lightly.
To relieve my boredom, I left the mansion alone and was walking around aimlessly when I happened to run after a bad feeling.
And I witnessed a robber trying to kill a very small girl.
The bastard's body gave off a terrible smell of death, as if he had already killed several people.
So I attacked him without hesitation, and the one who underestimated me disappeared from this world without a trace.
.
.
'Thank you, thank you...'
I suddenly remembered the thin voice that greeted me from behind.
Did the little girl wearing a black one-piece get home safely?
'I should have taken her home.'
As I rubbed my forehead, belated regret washed over me, and I became confused as the memories gradually became clearer.
The girl's face looked so similar to someone I knew that it overlapped.
I was so surprised that I dropped the fountain pen I was holding.
Rolling.
Pembe, who quickly picked up the fountain pen that had fallen under the desk, tilted his head at my expression.
"What's wrong, Yvonne?"
“No. Haha...”
The girl who was looking at me, drenched in the rain at that time, was Carol Demirant...
I was wondering why the heir to the best information guild volunteered to be my maid, but it turned out that Carol was faithfully repaying my favor.
'I was the only one who forgot.'
As I searched for the starting point of our relationship, my heart ached, and my eyes turned red for some reason.
The maid, who I had thought was amazing because she wore the bomb earrings I had given her as a joke without hesitation... was such an amazing person!
I felt a surge of guilt and lowered my head.
'Oh, it tickles.'
Rudnine was jealous of my familiar again.
Funny enough, he didn't seem to care at all that I was with a familiar known as the 'Symbol of Darkness' or the 'Warlock's Hand'.
He's just someone who says he hates sharing my affections with my familiars.
It was both funny and bitter.
If everyone, or even just a third of the people in this world, weren't as prejudiced as Rudnine, I think I would have become a warlock without hesitation.
In fact, I witnessed the warlocks create a massive teleportation circle and was amazed by the power of black magic. My heart raced with fear, yet I was also thrilled.
If I had that much power, I could have rescued Barden quickly.
'Just hold on a little longer, brother.'
I muttered to myself about Barden, who must be held captive somewhere.
“Yvonne, why aren’t you answering?”
As Rudnine whined and urged me on, I patted his arm around my shoulder and smiled.
“So what? No matter what, you’re the cutest.”
He came up to me like a puppy and rubbed his head against mine, then he looked startled and pulled away from me, frozen stiffly.
And then be asked blankly.
“Me?”
"Didn't you know? That's one of the reasons I like you. You're kind, handsome, and even cute, so I like you."
"...Ah."
Oh my, look how red your face is.
He stared at me without answering, then lowered his head on my shoulder and muttered.
“This guy is in trouble.”
“What is it?”
“Why on earth are you going to keep saying things like that?”
I turned my head slightly and met his eyes, and the heat in his pitch-black eyes took my breath away.
Oh, he's so handsome.
I want to kiss you...
Rather, at the moment when my face was turning bright red, my father's aide came to catch Rudnine.
“Duke of Iels! As expected! I knew you’d be here!”
I sighed when I saw Viscount Polian's face.
“...Rudd, are you really not going to the meeting and coming here?”
“I missed Yvonne so much that I was just going to see your face for a bit.”
As he averted his eyes, making excuses, Viscount Polian sighed, rubbing his forehead as if he couldn't stop himself, and looked at me.
"It seems the Duke really likes you, Princess. From now on, you'll have to attend meetings regularly. After all, you've become a member of the Magic Tower and a key executive."
“Me?”
"Yes."
Looking into the eyes of Count Polian, who spoke seriously, I felt a sense of change.
Just a few months ago, my father's adjutant wouldn't trust me, a troublemaker, and now he's asking me to attend an important meeting.
But I shook my head.
"Right now, I have some urgent research to do separately. Father knows about this. I'll attend the next meeting."
“If it’s research...”
"I'll tell you later, Rudd. Please take the Duke with you, Aide."
I pushed Rudnine's back, who was looking into my eyes and wondering.
He was reluctantly being pushed out, but suddenly, he quickly grabbed my wrist, opened the door next to me, and pushed me in.
I opened my mouth in bewilderment as I watched him come inside, close the door, and lock it, but he came close to me and grumbled.
“There are a lot of troublemakers.”
Then he tilted his head and kissed me so hard I made a kissing sound.
“Hey, is this why you brought me in?”
"Yes."
My ears turned red at his bold action of hugging my waist while answering coolly.
“Rudd is shameless, isn’t he?”
“Yvonne has been suffering for a long time.”
'What does that matter...?'
But I didn't have time to think any further as my lips touched his again.
Because I was so obsessed with the sensation of him desperately wanting me, and stirring me with such skill.
“We’ll be staying here together for a while anyway, so I’ll endure it.”
After a while, Rudnine raised his head and whispered slowly while caressing my eyes.
I could feel the breath full of heat.
You're holding back; you did everything you wanted to do.
But I liked it too, so I smiled bashfully at him. Soon, I heard Count Polian cough through the door, and feeling embarrassed, I hurriedly dragged him out.
“Because the times are what we are...”
“I know. Let’s go quickly.”
Count Polian quickly followed Rudnine, who was calmly leading the way, before he could change his mind.
I turned around to hurry to my work, and Liana quietly approached me.
“I’m glad you and the Duke are on such good terms.”
"Yes?"
It was a little embarrassing, but I tried my best to act as if nothing had happened.
“Yes. As soon as the Princess left for the North, the Duke came to the Argenthozel mansion in a hurry.”
“Oh, was that so?”
Liana just smiled and stepped back.
I see.
I stared blankly in the direction of the door Rudnine had exited through and shook my head.
'I'm happy too.'
But now was not the time to be like this.
It was a serious emergency situation because Barden had been captured, and the black magic was stronger than expected.
As I was about to head to the lab, carrying my bag of black magic books and scrolls, Pembe came running up next to me.
"Yvonne, are you going to look into the black magic materials yourself?"
"Yes, Pembe. Do you want to come with me? I think it would be best to review it with you. I'll need to refer to your knowledge of black magic, too."
"Yeah, okay."
As Pembe readily agreed to climb onto my shoulder, I turned my head and spoke to Jan and Gorten.
"And, Jan and Gorten, will you let me know as soon as that unconscious warlock comes to? The lab is through that passage."
"Yes, Yvonne~"
"Understood, Master!"
Jan, who answered first, flew away and sat down on the nose of the warlock who had fallen unconscious on the floor.
“Whoop, ugh, ugh.”
The man groaned as if he was having trouble breathing, but Jan looked unfazed.
They say he was the previous owner... How can he treat him like that?
Do you really not remember? Or is it because you really hate your master so much that you act like that?
In contrast, Gorten crouched down next to him with an expressionless expression, waiting for him to wake up.
The warlock who was Gorten's former master was hit by my kick and died on the spot.
Of course, he didn't die from my one kick.
According to the fainted warlock, the dead warlock was weakened by several circumstances.
Well... the conclusion was that the guy died from being hit by my foot, but I didn’t feel particularly guilty.
Because I have a history of mercilessly sending to the bone those who tried to kill or killed people before.
My beliefs remained unchanged.
The name of the warlock I caught is Fromdy.
Fromdy said that these were the five shadows of Empress Giselle, who had been given missions by her to commit brutal murders without hesitation.
'Don't put on such a gentle face.'
I furrowed my brow as I recalled Empress Giselle's face.
I instantly killed the Empress Giselle's familiar that was hiding behind Fromdy's neck, and Fromdy was freed from her control and surveillance.
Anyway, I was able to quickly return to Rudnine and the capital by using the warlock of the guy who was excessively submissive and shouted 'Long Live the Princess' to me, and he ended up exhausted like that.
'But honestly, I didn't know it would be successful.'
I never thought he'd be able to transport three humans and three familiars to the capital at once. They said they used a shuttle, but the experimental purpose was so great that I was afraid.
I sighed and grumbled.
“Why didn’t you tell me in advance that black magic was this strong, Pembe?”
"I told you. I'm strong."
Pembe followed me to the lab and grumbled, but I couldn't laugh at him any longer.
Pembe was right.
Dark magic and dark sorcery were undeniably far more powerful than white magic wielded through white magic.
However, the problem is that the way warlocks acquire black magic is very dirty, horrible, and unethical.
I was reading through all the black magic books on the large desk in my lab, and I groaned when I learned of that 'unethical' path.
I couldn't believe it, so I rubbed my temples and read it out loud again.
"...Unlike white magicians, warlocks don't train and grow. Their power level is set from the start. If you want to increase your limited black magic, you must kill humans, curse them, and sacrifice your life to the devil."
His face crumpled up in an ugly grimace.
Pembe nodded and intervened from the side.
"Yes, that's right. The black magic used with the initial abilities is pure darkness from hell. Then there's no problem. But that doesn't happen very often."
'Oh my god.'
“Fromdy is also amazing. Is he a high-ranking warlock?”
"That warlock is also a beggar who became strong through the black magic he acquired by killing people. He's not a powerful warlock by nature. And he's not even at the level of a high-ranking warlock."
“Ah, you bastard...”
How on earth did these guys lure people to their deaths?
As I was thinking about giving Fromdy another hard kick while he was lying passed out in the living room, Pembe continued talking.
"To become a high-ranking warlock who can wield pure darkness, that is, vast black magic, you must first make a contract with a high-ranking demon when you first awaken as a warlock... Most high-ranking demons have no interest in the human world."
Pembe shrugged and looked me over carefully.
"Besides, making a pact with a high-ranking demon requires more than just average qualities. Perhaps someone like Yvonne…"
“Wait a minute. If you’re talking about a high-ranking demon, then you’re talking about the Seven Legion Commanders you mentioned?”
"Yeah, that's right. Honestly, no one's interested. Except for the 2nd Corps Commander, Toylat, whom I mentioned earlier. Toylat was so interested in the human world that he created a warlock there. That's why our familiar came here."
"That's right. Pembe said you hated coming here. If only you could go back... All the familiars would return to hell and live in peace."
“Oh, yeah... That’s right...”
Pembe nodded, trailing off, then looked at me and muttered.
I felt like he wanted to say something more, but I was too caught up in other thoughts to pay attention to Pembe.
Empress Giselle was said to be a great warlock.
Just how powerful a demon did the Empress contract to become such a master warlock? Or did she, too, gather her dark magic by killing and cursing innocent people?
"No. Empress Giselle is on a different level from these guys. Let's approach her cautiously."
Well, I don't know why Cordelia had a falling out with Empress Giselle and told me how to get rid of her...
The warlocks alive today are unforgivable sinners who took innocent lives to satisfy their greed.
A sharp mutter escaped my lips, unable to swallow my anger.
“Isn’t this group worse than rotten garbage?”
Come to think of it, I've killed a murderous bastard on the streets before, smelling like human blood.
‘Could it be that he was a warlock too...?’
I might not have known, since warlocks are a species that hides their true identities very well.
I narrowed my eyes and searched my memory.
.
.
I think I was fifteen years old.
A day when rain was falling lightly.
To relieve my boredom, I left the mansion alone and was walking around aimlessly when I happened to run after a bad feeling.
And I witnessed a robber trying to kill a very small girl.
The bastard's body gave off a terrible smell of death, as if he had already killed several people.
So I attacked him without hesitation, and the one who underestimated me disappeared from this world without a trace.
.
.
'Thank you, thank you...'
I suddenly remembered the thin voice that greeted me from behind.
Did the little girl wearing a black one-piece get home safely?
'I should have taken her home.'
As I rubbed my forehead, belated regret washed over me, and I became confused as the memories gradually became clearer.
The girl's face looked so similar to someone I knew that it overlapped.
I was so surprised that I dropped the fountain pen I was holding.
Rolling.
Pembe, who quickly picked up the fountain pen that had fallen under the desk, tilted his head at my expression.
"What's wrong, Yvonne?"
“No. Haha...”
The girl who was looking at me, drenched in the rain at that time, was Carol Demirant...
I was wondering why the heir to the best information guild volunteered to be my maid, but it turned out that Carol was faithfully repaying my favor.
'I was the only one who forgot.'
As I searched for the starting point of our relationship, my heart ached, and my eyes turned red for some reason.
The maid, who I had thought was amazing because she wore the bomb earrings I had given her as a joke without hesitation... was such an amazing person!
I felt a surge of guilt and lowered my head.
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