Miss Demon King, Please Endure a Little Longer - Volume 3 Chapter 8
Chapter 8: Lala is a Good Girl
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Macken didn’t have the habit of frequently changing adjutants. Even though his performance during the last incident in the royal capital wasn’t great, he still considered his adjutant a trusted confidant.
And now, this somewhat clever confidant raised a question:
“Sir Macken, I don’t really understand the elven race. After all, we haven’t had much contact with them for 100 years, but… are they really this easy to talk to?”
If they were this easy to talk to, why did things escalate to such an extent during the alliance’s collapse?
But if they weren’t easy to talk to, why did they agree to this invitation so readily, as if they hadn’t hesitated at all?
Macken had the same thought, so with this question in mind, he went to the Hall of Tribute to consult Roars.
“When I was born, the alliance had already collapsed, and the kingdom had severed ties with the elven race, but many people still remembered that era, and the elders in my family often spoke of it.”
Roars poured him a cup of tea, not the kind treasured at home, just ordinary tea leaves sent from the palace.
“I heard them say that the elven race was extremely arrogant, viewing other races as country bumpkins. They agreed so readily this time, which means they must have encountered something and need us, so they readily accepted the invitation.”
Macken was somewhat puzzled: “If they really need help, would they have just waited if we hadn’t sent the message?”
Roars laughed heartily: “That’s exactly why we say the elven race is arrogant.”
That said, since others had already accepted the invitation, with the date set for 3 days from now, whoever should come would definitely come, and whatever needed to be done must be done. Other matters could be discussed later.
The key issue now was this medal ceremony.
“I wonder which member of the royal family will step forward to support this ceremony?” Roars asked tentatively.
In theory, the prince who had been in the royal capital all along and had considerable influence among the upper ranks would be most suitable, but that incident 2 months ago was really embarrassing. To put it bluntly, whether he’d be willing to come was still uncertain.
Macken’s expression darkened slightly: “This is a royal family matter. We shouldn’t inquire too much.”
Meaning this couldn’t be discussed.
After chatting casually for a few more minutes, he hurriedly took his leave.
While the kingdom’s upper echelons were troubled by the medal ceremony, the girls at Campfire Lodge were also worrying about this matter.
Celeste brought down the largest mirror in the camp and placed it in the first-floor hall so everyone could use it.
Aira wore her favorite white shirt and coffee-colored skirt, standing in front of the mirror and spinning around.
“How does this look? Does it feel too ordinary? Should I wear something more special?”
Lia yawned: “Just don’t wear that ‘I Love Humans’ shirt. It’s too attention-grabbing.”
“Why can’t you wear it?” Vina protested. “That one would be great. I actually want to see you wear that one.”
Celeste shook her head: “Not wearing it is right. It’s fine normally, but on the day of the medal ceremony, the kingdom specifically invited the elven race to observe. It wouldn’t be appropriate for you to wear that shirt.”
Promoting ethnic consciousness in daily life was fine, but that day also carried diplomatic responsibilities.
Lia yawned again, stood up from her chair, stretched and said: “Whatever. I can’t go anyway, so you all do your best. Since I can’t go, I’ll head back to the church first. See you in a few days.”
Actually, she had just returned today, saying she missed everyone so she came back to visit. The church still had matters to handle, so she was saying goodbye for now.
The Saintess had just left when the little witch snorted coldly: “Did you all notice? When she stood up, she deliberately stretched, making her chest look especially big. She was showing off to us three. So arrogant!”
And saying she missed everyone so she came back to visit, whether she was thinking about everyone or someone specific, I won’t say.
But no one responded to this comment, because the three of them really weren’t as big as the Saintess.
Seeing this, Vina snorted coldly again: “And she left right after taking one look. Running away so quickly, clearly feeling guilty.”
Celeste defended her: “Miss Lia is the church’s Saintess. The kingdom separates politics and religion, so she went back to avoid suspicion.”
“She’s avoiding suspicion, but is it political suspicion?” Vina’s peach blossom eyes glanced to the side. “I think she’s clearly avoiding suspicion about a certain someone.”
Aira didn’t dare speak. How could she dare to speak? She’d better continue looking in the mirror.
Oh my, this outfit looks good. The white shirt looks very dignified, suitable for the medal ceremony.
Next came the waiting, waiting for the medal ceremony 3 days later.
Celeste lived up to her reputation as the kingdom’s perfect knight. While everyone else was resting, she still pulled Vina to practice new sword techniques in the courtyard.
As they say, heaven rewards the diligent. If she hadn’t practiced and mastered 【Bee Sting】 in just a few days at Harbor City, how could she have shone so brilliantly in the final battle?
As for why Vina patiently accompanied her in practice, it was naturally to have opportunities to whisper in her ear.
“Won’t you really try? What if you discover something? You can’t play ostrich and pretend that not seeing means it didn’t happen.”
Celeste deflected the continuous ice spikes with one sword strike. This was her latest developed sword technique, mainly used to defend against long-range attacks and protect the two back-line members of the team, Lia and Aira.
But then again, Lia had her own defensive abilities, so practicing this technique was for whom? It went without saying.
“You don’t need to keep saying these things,” the girl said seriously. “I trust Aira, and I trust Miss Lia. They are our most important companions.”
Bang bang bang, clang clang clang, endless ice spikes, sword light dense as a web, just like the two girls’ words, seemingly evenly matched, neither giving an inch.
But what the reality was, who knew?
Aira observed from the balcony for a while. According to the routine of these past few days, this sparring session would last at least an hour, with the scene filled with either ice or fire, plus various clanging sounds from their weapons. The noise was very loud.
In other words, now was the perfect opportunity for some girl talk.
Let’s go! Find Zero!
She specially put on the most innocent white dress, carefully brushed her pink hair until it was smooth and silky. Standing in the hallway, only a tiny lock stirred in the breeze, like the pure school beauty from the neighboring class.
Of course, such things didn’t exist in this other world, but the feelings between people were the same.
Aira just stood at the corridor entrance, waiting like a hunter for her prey. She waited and waited, and finally waited for the door next to hers to open.
“Zero~” she called out in a clear, sweet, and somewhat ethereal girly voice. “You came out! I was just about to come find you~”
The slender body of the assassin girl clearly froze for a moment, looking at her with puzzled eyes.
Aira slowly walked a little closer, her willow-like eyebrows furrowed with a few traces of sorrow, grievance, and helplessness. She gently bit her lower lip and spoke in her soft, delicate voice bit by bit:
“Actually, I’ve been wanting to talk to you these past few days, but I couldn’t find a suitable opportunity to be alone. There are some things I want to say to you. First, I want to apologize about that night.”
She paused here, as if struggling internally, and a trace of determination appeared on her beautiful face.
“Not just that night, but also the earlier night, when you discovered me using necromancy magic. Miss Lia was right about something, those spells affected my personality, making me not like myself when I used them. I’m very afraid of that version of me.”