After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King Chapter 301 - 45 Iron Fist Tipcapu

The laundry room... This was the place where the maids sorted dirty clothes and prepared items for washing. However, the water used for daily washing was also drawn from here, so every morning, this place beca a bit crowded.

The laundry maids would converse with each other, and gather interesting tidbits from the few personal maids... In other words, they engaged in gossip, which would be punishable in the empire.

But in the Demon King Territory, this seed to have beco normalized... Perhaps it was because the maids here understood the limits, and the gossip never got too outrageous.

It could also be because the leaders of the Demon King Territory conducted themselves with integrity and had little fear of idle chatter... Truth tends to anger nobles much more than rumors, so much that they cannot help but scold to put a stop to it.

"Tipcapu! Long ti no see!"

A young-looking succubus maid said this, curiously watching Tipcapu as he poured water from a wooden basin, and asked, "Did you help Lord Yila with his washing today?"

"Hmm, no." Tipcapu shook his head as he threw away a thin branch used by Yila for washing and said, "Lord Yila doesn’t seem accustod to being served by a servant..."

*Indeed, after becoming Yila’s not-so-in-close-attendance attendant, he realized that all the maid skills he had learned were of no use... even though he had put in effort to learn them.*

For instance...

*How to use only his teeth to break the fibers of a thorny flower branch used for washing without letting his lips touch it, turning it into a brush to clean teeth.*

*How to maintain an appropriate distance from his master and avoid asking questions he shouldn’t... Although these did not apply to this group of succubus and ghost maids.*

*After all, these guys were quite unprofessional when it ca to maid ethics... Even though they were lax in their professional conduct, joked with leaders, teased, fought, and gossiped, their professional knowledge was impeccable.*

*But that didn’t change the fact that they weren’t serious maids—in this regard, perhaps only Tipcapu and his teacher Hilena could be considered fundantalist maids... right?*

*Fundantalist Maid—Iron-Fisted Butler Tipcapu (affird)*

*Fundantalist Maid—Grand Steward Hilena of the Demon King Territory (affird)*

...

"But, Lord Yila is really so handso~"

"Exactly..."

Those succubus maids started chattering, working while their minds wandered... This was their favorite pasti.

"I want to cuddle with Lord Yila!"

", too~"

" too, too!"

"I want to hold Yila in my arms~"

"So true~"

"I want to sleep with Yila~"

" too!!"

The succubus maids’ conversation grew increasingly bizarre. Amid Tipcapu’s helpless expression, they each showed excited expressions and began to lead the conversation into uncharted territories—

"Can you imagine that expressionless face? I would prprpr lick it all over!"

" too!"

"I wouldn’t just lick; I’d rub my whole body against it!"

" too!"

"I want Lord Yila to kill and make into his ’wings’~"

" too..."

"..."

"..."

The laundry room suddenly fell silent, and most of the succubus maids looked at the one who had brought up such a strange topic... She remained lost in her world of fantasies.

*Even among succubi, this older sister’s tastes were quite strange.*

*Though it sounded like a beautiful scene, imagining it slightly did indeed make it seem quite subli—the princess being pierced through the heart by the handso prince’s sword, and then the princess’s mana fighting alongside the prince until death.*

*But, reality would definitely not be like that...*

*Perhaps this succubus, dreaming of becoming ’wings,’ had never experienced the battlefield and thus wouldn’t know... If she were truly killed and made into wings, her mana would rely be used as a bomb and casually detonated on the battlefield.*

*That kind of fear was best left unrealized.*

*However, no one would voice any reminder because, to a succubus, every peculiar taste was deserving of respect... albeit potentially quite dangerous.*

"Tipcapu, don’t you have any thoughts? About Lord Yila."

The young succubus, probably close to Tipcapu, asked this, while Tipcapu just gave a helpless smile... He responded, "I’m a male, what thoughts would I have?"

*Although he said that, Tipcapu had never shown affection toward any female...*

"Sa, sa~ We are succubi, aren’t we? What does gender matter?"

The young succubus said, glancing at Tipcapu who was washing Yila’s underwear, her gaze couldn’t help but drifting toward the basin, and said, "So, you really don’t get it, Tipcapu..."

*If you called it not understanding, Tipcapu indeed didn’t understand... He didn’t understand the succubi’s ways.*

*Unlike Hilena, who was often troubled by the succubi’s nature, Tipcapu might not have been bothered by the succubi’s nature at all due to his gender.*

*Tipcapu personally had no desires and often felt out of place among other succubi for not being perverted enough... So as a child, before joining the Demon King City, he lived a lonely life.*

*The succubi and even half-demons around him... had more fun than him.*

*Thus, before Hilena discovered him, Tipcapu was a super fighter whom even goblins would flee at the sight of, always looking for a fight out of boredom, and particularly enjoyed beating up goblins like a strange succubus.*

*Even now, his entertainnt was continuously training his body... and becoming stronger.*

*Hmm? Charming Technique? Ah... completely clueless.*

"Well, it can’t be helped if you don’t understand." Tipcapu said with a helpless smile, then took Yila’s dedicated basin and left the laundry room to hang the clothes... leaving behind the perplexed succubi—In reality, they didn’t understand why Tipcapu didn’t understand either.

*Because they didn’t understand, they couldn’t understand... In this regard, the succubi were the sa. Even though they could sense Tipcapu’s loneliness, they couldn’t comfort him.*

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"Sigh..."

Tipcapu sighed lightly as he hung up Yila’s clothes on the balcony, then for the rest of the ti... he would engage in his daily training and physical exercises.

*Punch after punch after punch... Although there was no reference point, Tipcapu could feel himself growing stronger day by day. This was his sole form of entertainnt.*

"..."

"..."

"..."

*Huff!*

Tipcapu seed to sense sothing, he suddenly threw a punch! The explosive force of his punch rippled towards the edge of the balcony, creating visible waves in the air... However, there was clearly nothing there.

"Hmm, was it an illusion?"

Tipcapu had a feeling soone had been watching from over there... although it was only a fleeting sensation.