Comprehensive: Beginning with the Killer Queen

"Woo-"

The melodious sound of the whistle continued.

The car started again with a slight tremor.

After driving out of the station, although the thick fog had not yet dissipated, an orange-yellow river like a rainbow began to appear in the distance.

That was an illusion caused by the train going too fast, resulting in the flash of light remaining in the retina.

They gradually dissipated after the train officially changed tracks and moved away from the city.

The receding scenery became thinner, leaving only the darkness made up of endless shadows. Compared with the warm and bright lights in the room, it was like two different worlds.

If you look out the window from inside the car at this moment, the passengers inside might have the illusion that they are falling into the abyss.

However, even though he didn't have time to appreciate the scenery, the magician in the car still experienced this feeling.

Looking at the two women and one man standing in the center of the carriage.

Olga Marie and Caleb, who were standing beside the person involved, took advantage of the momentary shake when the carriage started and lowered their heads.

Naturally, the other magicians dared not say a word and even gave up the idea of ​​watching the fun.

Roland's response was quite appropriate. Using the excuse of having a date to refuse the invitation was a very clear answer.
But…it’s also about scoring timing and identity.

Indeed, a waiter who can follow a living saint is naturally not an ordinary person.

But in front of Loreleija, who ruled the Clock Tower and even gave a certain degree of respect to the burial facility full of heretics, it was obvious that she could not be compared.

Roland's behavior was like a man who, in response to the princess's invitation to dance at a ball, chose to hold the hand of the maid beside him.

A status gap that is too huge will cause bystanders to unconsciously compare the two sides, thus distorting the original nature of the incident.

If this happened in an isekai light novel, the classic scene that would follow would be the noble or princess watching from the sidelines taking this as an insult and becoming furious, while the chosen maid would fall in love with her.

That seems to be how things are developing.

The magician with keen observation skills has noticed that the red pupils of the cute little maid, who had been unmoved by the successive appearances of important figures and seemed to be speaking without thinking, have shown obvious fluctuations.

It's like my thoughts are completely confused and I can't tell north from south.

In a sense, this statement is not wrong.

At this moment, Artluqi was trying her best to control her complicated thoughts with reason.

After all...if she didn't control herself here, she would probably be eager to give Roland a loving headbutt the next moment.

Even though he was doing it for her own good, he still made her put on the maid outfit reluctantly.

Now it seems that Roland has been planning to use her as a shield if he encounters any troublesome person.

No wonder this guy acted so confident all the time, it turns out he was playing this trick on her!

That bastard!

But no matter how angry she was in her heart, when facing Barthelmero, an enemy with whom she would never compromise, Miss Heiji could only put on an appearance of being cold on the outside but warm on the inside, as if she really was the role of an iceberg maid.

In order to increase the credibility of her words, she even slightly tightened Roland's arms around her so that he could feel the grooves under the maid outfit more clearly.

At this distance, Roland's nose was filled with the girl's faint fragrance.

Judging from the atmosphere, this is just the scene of a cold and indifferent maid who is not good at expressing herself and is expressing her inner feelings in a clumsy way.

The Queen of the Clock Tower looked at the maid that Roland pushed in front of her, and a stunned look appeared on her face.

Given her status, she didn't need to use any euphemistic words to express her will. Even if she was also a monarch, the girl would give orders without hesitation.

Therefore, taking the initiative to chat up others was an unfamiliar and strange action for Lorelaia, and she had never encountered a situation where she was rejected in this way.

But as a being far more noble than a real princess, she would not be affected by the opinions of others and would not think that it was an insult or anything like that.

Although she felt a little awkward after understanding the atmosphere, the girl quickly adjusted her mentality.

"That's a shame. In that case, please enjoy this journey."

Lorelaia nodded slightly and answered neatly.

After giving a slight salute to Artluci, she turned around and walked away in her leather boots.

Move like the wind, without any hesitation or nostalgia.

Wait...just leaving like that?

Such a chic and dignified attitude made Miss Heiji, who was already prepared to turn hostile and take action, look at him with a bit of awe.

Loreleija's strength and power were something that even she couldn't take lightly.

The other party is famous for only pursuing absolute strength rather than special abilities.

Therefore, unless the purpose is to conquer, this train that attracts countless magicians and can be sold at a sky-high price with just an invitation letter has no meaning to her.

But she admitted that her goal was not this train, and she had no interest in Roland's true nature hidden behind the saint. For a magician, this behavior was really subtle.

In other words, is there a more important reason that outweighs these two purposes?
Altluqi's mind was working rapidly, and doubts popped up in her heart one after another.

However, now is obviously not a good time to think about such things.

The girl glanced at Roland beside her. Although she had not been so close to him after Loreleija left, if the change was too abrupt, it would only appear more suspicious and make all the previous sacrifices in vain.

There were still many travelers nearby, so Artluchi could only maintain the appearance of loving each other while secretly glaring at her master with dangerous eyes.

Because Loreleija had just walked out of the car, no magician dared to leave first. After all, Olga Marie's frightened look, which had not yet recovered, was a lesson for them.

Just when the atmosphere, which had been somewhat eased, was about to become stagnant again, the real savior finally appeared.

A thin man in a black work uniform opened the door of the carriage and walked in.

"Thank you all for coming. I am the conductor of this train, Rodin."

He glanced at the silver pocket watch in his hand and spoke in a flat voice.

"The Magic Eye Collection Train has departed on time. In the next three days, this train will circle the Land of Mist and return to London. During this period, please enjoy the Magic Eyes on display and wait for the auction on the third day."

"You can keep the Magic Eye you bought, or we can transplant it for you right away. It won't take too much time. If you want to sell the Magic Eye, please come to our work area before dusk on the third day. You can also tell me what you want directly."

Having said that, Rodin cleared his throat as if he knew everyone's concerns.

"Ms. Loreleija has followed our staff to the guest rooms. Now, please allow me to introduce the location of the guest rooms to you."

This part is almost what the magician, who has long wanted to escape from here, wanted.

In a short period of time, with their lives hanging by a thread several times, these magicians who usually did their own thing now lined up in an orderly manner like primary school students following their teacher, and followed Rodin's guidance to the arranged guest rooms.

Rodin obviously knew the reason for this phenomenon, and specifically led Roland to a relatively backward position.

Thanks to the fact that many invitations were issued anonymously and the guest rooms were of a uniform format, such a convenient decision could be made on the spur of the moment.

Although the style is unified, because the passenger capacity is not pursued, there are only two to three guest rooms in a train. Combined with the expanded area due to the alien world, the guest rooms are still quite spacious.

There is a reception table consisting of high-end sofas and chairs, a wardrobe that is half as wide as the door, a bathroom in the corner, and curtains on the car windows that are made of fine velvet and have excellent light-blocking properties.

The small gas lamps on the ceiling and both sides of the walls are enough to illuminate the entire room without being glaring.

Even from Roland's current perspective, the room could not be considered shabby. Considering the width of the train, it would not be an exaggeration to describe it as luxurious.

The only thing I'm not satisfied with is probably the three single beds.

After all, this train is not a hotel and there will be no special big beds. It will only be prepared based on the premise that one invitation letter corresponds to three places.

However, this is not a bad thing.

Putting two beds together can be used just the same. If needed, the remaining bed can be used as a backup to separate wet and dry areas...

"boom--!"

The sound of the door slamming shut interrupted Roland's reverie.

"There's no need to be so nervous. You should have felt it." Roland said helplessly as he watched Altluci pacing around the door and finally confirming that there were no surveillance measures.

"Although there may be some defensive measures inside, this barrier does not include any surveillance. Even if there is, I will not allow anyone other than girls to peek in... Hmm!"

A slender foot in leather shoes stepped hard on Roland's instep, interrupting his words.

What followed was the panicked cry of the little white beast.

Artluchi mercilessly grabbed Fufu, who had been watching the fun with Roland for a while, and squeezed her in her hands like a ball, then threw little Fufu directly against the wall.

He looked at it crumpled into a ball and slowly slid down the wall before he snorted coldly and looked away.

During this process, the girl did not forget to slightly lift her toes, allowing the heels under pressure to twist back and forth.

Although Roland's physical fitness is such that he can withstand conventional energy attacks like Nobita Nobi, who can withstand the Big Bang without any damage, he has not lost his sense of pain.

After all, dulling one's senses as one's strength increases is a very dangerous behavior.

Not only would this lead to hidden dangers of being attacked by the enemy without being aware of it during the battle, but it could also cause the world to be shattered like a spider web if you are not careful.

However, although Altluci seemed to have tried her best, with the strength of a fourteen-year-old girl, Roland felt more of a strange numbness than pain.

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"What are you doing...are you acting like a spoiled brat?"

Altluchi looked at Roland's innocent face and couldn't help but feel his veins throbbing.

How can this behavior be considered as acting like a spoiled child?

"How dare you say that! You spoke so righteously before getting on the bus, and even warned me to hide well, in case I need to use force to hide later."

"Not only did you chat and laugh with the monarch's daughter, but you also pushed me in front of Lorelaia. You planned this all!"

Because when she is not using her strength, her state is infinitely close to that of an ordinary girl. After stepping on Roland's feet with all her strength and finishing her words, Miss Heiji was already a little out of breath.

The originally neat bangs were now a little disheveled, and the deep pupils seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, with a lovely haziness.

Despite this, the anger in her eyes was real.

When facing Loreleija, because it was impossible for her to bet her entire plan and safety on her acting skills, Artelucci was forced to use her power to suppress her presence.

"It's better to suffer a temporary pain than to be with her for the next few days. That would be worse for you, wouldn't it?"

"After such a long time, even if she doesn't remember it for the moment, Lorelaia will notice something unusual sooner or later given her keenness. Strictly speaking, this should be called a win-win situation for us."

Since it was indeed a spur-of-the-moment idea with the intention of playing a prank, Roland had no intention of arguing, but he still refuted Heiji's argument that he was a conspirator.

"Win-win? I think you win twice!"

Hearing this word, Altluchi became even more furious.

"You are just the one who enjoys it, but you are not the one who pays the price!"

"If that's the way it is, I don't mind paying you..."

Roland blinked and said righteously.

However, Artluci just gave him a cold look and silently rejected the proposal.

Suddenly, just as the girl was about to continue venting her anger in this painless way, her body suddenly stiffened.

"what happened?"

Roland asked doubtfully.

However, before Altluchi could speak, he understood the reason.

——It’s time to pay the price.

Miss Heiji, who had been angry just now, stopped what she did and took off her leather boots.

After noticing Roland's subtle look, Artluqi, who looked like a doll in costume, immediately blushed brightly, and she wanted to kick Roland a few more times.

However, as this thought arose.

"what?"

Under Altluchi's astonished eyes, her feet instantly returned to control, and she quickly executed the order, stepping on Roland's calves.

and--

“…The cost has been reduced?”

Heiji's eyes became more and more strange.

Feeling the unshakable contract, she quickly understood everything.

The determination of cost is inherently very vague, and there are no clear-cut terms.

The specific payment method depends on the desires and acceptance of both parties at the time.

As long as her movements are within this range, she will not be forced to lose control of her body. Otherwise, everything she does will be as mechanical as a puppet, which would lack a lot of interest.

And since this action meets the requirements of the range, that is to say...

"Hehe, I finally found something to hold against you, Master?"

There was a hint of mockery in the girl's expression.

"The weakness of a contract lies not in the clause itself, but in the person who signed it. I never thought that I, who was defeated by this principle before, would be able to turn the tables because of it."

"Now, we are barely equal. From now on, you must stop teasing me."

Arteluchi even changed the way she called herself, and she looked very proud of herself.

"Otherwise, I can only let you experience the lesson of being stepped on by a girl..."

however--

"Okay."

Roland nodded and interrupted Heiji.

"……what did you just say?"

"I said yes, isn't this exactly what you want?"

Roland said seriously.

"Hey... Hey! You are a strong man who is comparable to the power of inhibition, but you don't have any self-respect at all?"

Heiji looked very disappointed.

"What are you talking about? If you are forced to do something you don't want to do, then you have no self-respect. You can do whatever you want. This is my original intention of becoming stronger."

"That being said... but there is something wrong!"

Although she threatened Roland in this way, it did not mean that the girl was really interested in it. It was more of a catchphrase to express her contempt.

"Anyway, it's decided. It just so happens that the cost of using your power to conceal your aura is about the same."

Roland skillfully grasped Altluchi's slender feet wrapped in black stockings.

The round toes and the elegantly curved arch of the foot, although slender, are still fleshy. The warmth of the skin and the silky touch of the stockings keep rushing over, like a work of art that is hard to put down.

"Whoa!"

Seeing Roland's calmness, Artluqi became flustered and subconsciously wanted to retreat.

But the moment she had the thought of resistance, the contract took over her body again.

In a corner that she had not noticed, Fu Fu, who was pretending to be dead, quietly turned over, turned her face with her paws, and stared at her owner on the single bed with curious eyes.

"Fufu..."

Amid the little beast's screams, the two figures suddenly overlapped. (End of this chapter)