Takashi, wondering, turned to Nephira and asked.
"Well, then, Nephira. Does that an I'm going to the imperial capital alone?"
Nephira, however, proudly responded—
"You are the Commander Adjutant. In other words, I, the commander, and you are two hearts beating as one. So I have no choice but to go with you."
ru's cheeks puffed a lot.
"Only Lady Nephira is not fair—!"
"Fool. There is no such thing as not being fair. I don't even want to go right back at all. I've already gone to the Imperial Capital the other day. Fufufu. Ah, what a hassle. Ah, I don't wanna, don't wanna. Fufufu fufufu."
(She looks like she is happy…! And by a lot, too...!)
After rolling his eyes a little at Nephira, Takashi thought earnestly.
(But demon training? W-Will I be okay? It gives the impression of being a little bit dangerous. Will I even be able to co back ho safely?)
He then noticed that Nephira also had a serious expression on her face as she looked at him. Takashi swallowed hard at the tense atmosphere brought about by her seriousness.
He then noticed that Nephira also had a serious expression on her face as she looked at him. Takashi swallowed hard at the tense atmosphere brought about by her seriousness.
"Suzuki. Demon training is extrely tough. I'll give you one word of advice."
"Ah, yes!"
"If at any point during your training, you find yourself thinking 'This is too hard,' 'Maybe it's impossible,' or 'My head hurts today,' let know right away! Feel free to take asures such as resting, non-attendance, or the like. And above everything, if you find yourself thinking, 'I just can't get over it,' or 'I knew it, it is still too tough,' then you can quit. That's all!"
(Wow, such a relaxed education!)
She may be overprotective as if spoiling a child, but still, with Nephira by his side, nothing seed to be a big problem. Takashi felt relieved at this thought.
"Well then, bring Suzuki's luggage."
Nephira clapped her hands. Three demons carrying large leather bags marched in.
"T-That's a lot of luggage. It's only three nights and four days, right?"
"Most of it is your snacks."
"No, I don't need all this much food, though?"
"B-But… without your snacks, all your luggage will be reduced to be carried with one hand?"
"If that's the case, that's fine!"
"I see... But take at least a few candies with you."
"Candies, was it…!"
At the ti Takashi was embarrassed, feeling that Nephira treated him as a toddler, skeleton soldiers hurriedly rushed in.
"Lady Nephira. The Commander of the Immortal Fleet, Lady Duma, has arrived from the Imperial City!"
"Wha…! They're already here!? Moreover, why is it Duma…!"
When Nephira heard it was Duma, her face changed color. The air around Nephira suddenly beca tense. Seeing this situation, Takashi beca anxious again.
(What in the world? What kind of demon is coming…?)
The door to the throne room opened with a loud "gigigi" click sound. At the end of the red carpet spread out in a straight line, the Commander of the Immortal Fleet of the Demon Lord's Army, Duma, wearing a black dress, stood in a slightly inclined position.
The ru-Kiru sisters and all the other Thunder-Lance Charge demon soldiers within the king's throne room bowed their heads in unison. Takashi felt strange seeing the sight of the fierce-looking demons of the Thunder-Lance Charge kneeling before Duma, who had the physique of an elentary school girl.
In the midst of all this, Duma walked unsteadily and awkwardly. From a distance, she looked like a small and fragile girl, but upon closer inspection, you could see that her skin color was different in so places, as if they all had been pieced together. Her elbow joints revealed by the scant dress turned out to be spheres.
(A p-puppet doll demon! Co to think of it, she was at the campaign eting!)
As Takashi looked at Duma, Duma also glanced at Takashi.
"Kike! Kiki ke ke ke!"
And then she laughed in a high-pitched voice. In her mouth, densely packed needle-like teeth could be seen.
(Eep–!? She is laughing at sothing after seeing …!!)
Duma exchanged a few words with Nephira and then approached Takashi.
"Y-You are Suzuki, aren't you? I-I-I, Duma…"
Facing a puppet-doll demon that speaks in halting tones, Takashi was not at ease with its eeriness.
From this demon in front of him, he slled sothing far more dangerous than ordinary demons—— and Takashi quickly made up his mind.
(All right! For the sake of the future, I'm going to give Pritis a shot!)
"Duma! Nice to etcha!"
Takashi forced a smile and extended his right hand to Duma.
(Pritis's 48 Gestures—Fourth Gesture, 'Hands Clasping'!)
The mont Duma shook his hand, Takashi activated the "Pritis" gesture, one of the forty-eight gestures that enhances Takashi's cuteness taught by his teacher, Master Leelou.
(Cold–!)
Takashi felt chills on his back due to the hand lacking body heat. The touch felt like he was touching a mannequin.
(B-But, with this, she shouldn't beco hostile with now, right… eh…?)
"Kiki… Ke ke ke ke ke…!"
Duma's eyes widened greatly—
"A-A-Arms with flowing blood-od-od-od-od-od!!"
She yanked Takashi's arm in her grip with trendous force, causing his body to move toward her..
"WHOA–!?"
Then, Duma brought her face close to Takashi's and rubbed her cheek against him. Takashi felt a cold, smooth sensation.
"W-Warmmmmm! G-G-Guzzle him up! I-I want to, want to, want to!"
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