Miss Demon Maid

Those two men approach the "target” in a discreet way as they blend into the surrounding signs.

"Excuse me, ma'am. I was wondering if you could just give me a few minutes."

Even as a man I mock myself for being suspicious of speaking in an unpopular dark passage, but the target girl, who came from a peaceful world, looked back without surprise with any alarmed face.

"Why should I?"

The men breathe unexpectedly into the girl who tilts her neck as a kyoton.

The girl had heard that she was only fourteen years old, one below the student who had summoned her, but had created a fascinating atmosphere where the blood of multiple races was intertwined, exotic and seemingly childless.

(Sure... you know how noble boys get obsessed too)

The two men had been requested by the Count, the parent of the student who had made the summons.

Its content is to persuade her to accept to be the boy's partner, son of the Count.

It was rare [people] youths who were summoned this time. It's the same age as the students, and there's a whole bunch of people who look pretty good.

Both male and female students were so colorful in their degree of difference, but unlike the adorable cuteness that lingered on the young of the summoned girls, the Earl's son became obsessed with her beauty and relied on her parents without winning it himself.

"My name is Frist and I am an emissary of an aristocratic family. As a matter of fact, the Lord was impressed with your beauty and he wanted to make sure you had dinner with him, so I came to ask about your plans."

"Well, do you..."

The maid clothes girl smiles lightly with her dark red eyes narrowed.

"But I'm the maid who takes care of the lady around me. Say no..."

"No, no, wait a minute. You still haven't officially decided [partner], have you? Can't you give my husband a chance?

"Sorry"

Frist panics at the maid-dressed girl who lightly puts in a no.

What I was asking is that this girl's candidate for partner is an inferior student who was a Marquis family warrant but was neglected in the house because of her lowly ex-wife's daughter and halfway through her childhood education, and who doesn't like witchcraft control.

The Count said if he found the other students more useful in this explanation, he should always admire this suggestion.

What has changed between the Marquis and this girl in this short time?

How is this girl going to get so far into that marquis?

"... you have no choice"

"Thank you for understanding"

"But... I'm not going to“ use the kids ”either."

Frist was originally the third son of a non-wealthy associate baron family, who was sent out to the outside world with no support whatsoever with adults.

Until then Frist, who was a nobleman even if he was poor, was unable to bow his head to the civilian population to work, and fell back into society as he rolled.

A job broke into Frist, who couldn't make much difference there, using being a graduate of the School of Magic from an aristocratic handout.

You can't fail this job. The Count said it was as convenient as he could be, but he was doing something for when the negotiations broke down.

"This is the Marquis' maid…, apparently out of town to buy supplies to live with you"

"Lady..."

The girl's eyes slightly open until then.

"It's more inadvertent to be also a marquis lady...... It's safe to have a shop for nobility, but my neglected daughter has no choice but to go to a shopping mall for civilians..."

The words of a delightful frist stop on the way.

The girl in front of me was smiling unchanged, but Frist felt something thin on his back and I didn't know to take a step back.

"... do it"

Frist gives instructions to the other fellow.

I had a bad feeling. I don't know what that is, but if this happens, I'll abduct two of these daughters and a marquise and think briefly about whether it's better to hand them over to the Count.

Another man moved quickly toward the girl. That should be called a person in the back society, or he seems accustomed to abducting humans.

But...

"Gu, gu."

The man stopped moving and his distressed voice leaked.

"What the hell?"

No companion answered Frist's voice, turning his dark eyes to Frist with only half the girl's unchanging smile out of the shadow of a man who was as stiff as he was paralyzed.

"Knock."

Frist falls back feeling instinctive fear. But there was nothing in the hallway, and the "wall” that wasn't supposed to be there prevented him from leaving.

"Hey, what's up?"

A wall stood behind him as if he had condensed the darkness. I'm not scared to slap him. It wasn't just behind his back, it surrounded them all at some point.

"Where are you going...?

"Hih."

Looking back from the wall Frist was tapping to the voice he heard, there was a girl standing there smiling unchanged and a man who was one of us, his hands and feet unnaturally bent and continued to dance strangely with a cuckoo like a marionette doll.

"Hia."

Frist enters the floor like he lost his hips.

A slowly approaching girl gently hands on Frist.

And Frist was blinded by the lustrous lips of the quietly open girl, and in her dark mouth, she looked at the countless “things," crying out of fear as if she had gone mad.

Sharon had come as far as the shopping district used by civilians while in uniform.

"Uncle, get the cup and toothbrush there..."

"Come on, lady, every time."

No one noticed Sharon as an aristocratic warrant because of her familiarity, even though she thought she was a wealthy family child because she was wearing a magic school uniform.

Normal Sharon might have gotten out of aristocratic possession for nothing, but now Sharon, whose heart is playing, doesn't care about that.

A girl called Fleuretti, summoned from that other world, made me her [partner], albeit tentatively.

He “chose” me like this.

Weak father. Stepmother who neglects herself. My brother who is rebelling against himself. The maids and deacons who scorn themselves. Since my mother died, Sharon hasn't even remembered dining with her family.

That is why Sharon, as Marquis Family Warrant Lady, has had more aristocratic possessions than necessary and has acted to do so.

Because of that, he became the second prince's third fiancée candidate, but because of that, he was jealous of his same-sex, and no one could call him a friend.

Fleuretti showed up there for me.

Sometimes my personality was somewhat unreadable, but Sharon, who hadn't even been dealt by the samurai decently at home, was heartening to know that she might be my “friend” rather than a maid.

"It's noble work to buy what your partner needs."

Sharon, who kept shopping in a candley mood, finds out what was in her less wallet when she realized she hadn't bought Fleuretti clothes.

Being in dorm life and leaving the house made me feel more comfortable, but my stepmother had reduced my send-off to less than the minimum. The meal also has a dormitory canteen, but one way or another it is a meal for the civilian population, not a place where the nobleman who is supposed to be bringing the downwork dines alone, in order to have a conversation with the civilian students if the nobleman goes to the canteen.

If we think about the later, we should leave food behind. I have to bow my head and borrow it from my brother Yoan, who is a half-brother, although he is very unwilling to do otherwise.

Yoan receives luxurious funding from his parents' house and even brings him to a dedicated maid.

I may lend you money if you bow your head, but it was weird for my brother and the samurai to ask me extensively about my disgust and my novels.

"Ma'am, Ma'am, we've got a new dress shop, but why don't you stop by?"

"Uh... me?

It was a woman dressed fanatically in her late twenties who came to voice.

"Yeah, yeah, you. It's good to build a new store, but it's a hidden store, so I'm attracting customers. I was hoping you could help me."

"Right..."

It may be good to just look, but the highly exposed clothes that the woman is coming from are embarrassing and unwearable.

"Ah... it's okay, they sell decent clothes, too. Besides..."

She whispered with a sweet breath when she gently put her face in Sharon's ear.

"Some clothes make men care about it without looking nasty. If she's as pretty as you, she's got one or two guys she likes, right?

"Huh!"

At that time, the face of the man who was there at the time of that summons floated behind Sharon's brain, and in an instant his face became hot.

"Even if you don't, it's cheaper. Just look, right?

"... if you just want to see"

Regardless of the clothes you show men, there may be cheap clothes that look good on Fleuretti. That's what I thought. The broad Sharon was guided by a woman and stepped into a dim alley.

"Ugh..."

Sharon hand-covers his mouth for a moment to the smell of the back alley where he could.

"Haha, I'm sorry, on this road. The store is over there. Let's just get through this."

"Yes, sir"

Sharon goes deeper and deeper as a woman pushes her back.

A dim alley where you don't even see people in the store. Sharon gets anxious as she progresses.

Moving on for a while, when I couldn't even hear the clutter of the street, from a darker alley further on the sidelines after Sharon had passed, five men appeared and started chasing after them.

"Is that the noble daughter of the example?

"You're feeling pretty good.... you can taste it, right?

"You sell that to other nobles. If I hurt you, you'll lose your value."

"Wouldn't it be nice if it was about Hinmuku? See?"

When the fourth man looked back to ask the fellow behind him for consent, there was certainly no man there who should have been.

"Oh, hey, where have you been?

"What's up?

"Is anybody gone? Who?"

When the third man looked back at the fellow next door, the man who was supposed to have been there was disappearing.

"Hey, what, where were you?!?

"Gone again!

"What the... what the heck!

My people disappear before I know it...... In the middle of an alley that was getting darker as if the world had changed, the men turned to each other frightened.

"Oh, look at that..."

When the men turned to the one pointing at him with a trembling voice, they saw four figures walking in like gibberishes and puppets from behind an alley that turned dark as night in an instant.

"... fu, frist...?

The fellows who disappeared. One of them asked us to do our job and we realized it was Frist who was supposed to have gone to negotiate with the main target now, and someone leaked a plundered voice.

But is that really frist? Are they really my people?

They all had dead skin, and from their cloudy eyes their anger disappeared and they looked like zombies.

Zombies accumulate earth's magic vegetables in corpses, objects possessed and demonized by lower spirits.

But lower spirits like possession have been exterminated all over a city like this, and even though zombies shouldn't be as intelligent as they talk in the first place, the Frists were raising their bitter voices.

"... Taskete..."

"Kul... sii..."

"... colosite... cre..."

Before the men frightened by the sight as if they had gone to hell, a girl as beautiful as a flower appeared from the shadow of four dolls, slashing and tearing the darkness apart.

"... oh, you..."

The girl, wrapped in superior maid clothes, picked the hem of her skirt like a nobleman and thanked her, with a thin grin on her mouth alone, stuck her arm (...) unconstitutionally on Frist's back (...) and moved Frist's jaw from the inside (...) to speak out like a ventriloquist.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Fleuretti"

The three men wet their crotches with a raw liquid, slipping their hips through with a look of despair, to even the act of Hell just now.

"... ah,... demon..."

Hearing that whining, the poor girl smiled like lifting the edge of her lips to her ear.