Akuyaku Reijo Nanode Rasubosu o Katte Mimashita

Not so much, the lotion prototype was completed.

As a result of thinking about secrecy and having Isaac monitor a wealthy woman of his choosing, he has a good reputation. I was handy enough.

The problem is how to sell it.

(Even if I try to sell it, I'm paying for it by name alone now. You didn't really think about publicity because Dotrish's name was good enough before...)

I asked Jasper to look into it, glance at the list of prospective attendees at the night club.

This is the first time the Crown Prince has presided over a nightclub himself. There is also a line of names of big nobles no less than the House of the Duke of Dorthrish. If we can perform well here, we're on track.

(Something that made a good one, if you can use it, it should definitely make a reputation. The question is how to get them to use it. Keep your head down, please? No, if I do that, I can just look under my feet...)

heard a sari.

Eileen, who had a feather pen and was headed to her desk with one lantern light, moves her mouth first.

"It would be almonds. I could tell Master Claude. You're not punished at all."

Irene turns around and circles her eyes.

It wasn't the crow with the butterfly tie that was there, it was Belzevute.

…… Well, he's a monster. You can use it, my shadow)

I think about subtly dumb things.

At midnight like this, I sneak into the ladies' room. It's more of an unforgivable place to work than dressed as a young man, even though it's a demon. But there's no such thing as a night crawl only for him, and just confusion prevails.

"... daughter. Do me a favor."

…… Well, what the hell kind of blow?

Not sarcastically but seriously necked, Belzevute let the crease between his eyebrows go even further.

"I don't want to ask you to do it because it's me. But the kid told me you were fit."

"I don't know about Donnie. I'm not a convenience store at all. But you can tell me."

"... the king will go to the night club. I want to keep up with that too."

Chubby, and Irene blinked. Belzevute sighs deeply.

"I know Keith will follow. But that's not all I care about."

"Even if you follow the nightclub, your squire can only stay in the corner, right?

"Still.... A nightclub would be a gathering place for all the humans who drove the king. That is a battlefield for the king. The king is strong. Unbeatable."

Belzevute goes on with his eyes, inhabited by unrelenting trust.

"But it's not like you won't get hurt"

……

"I heard you need the power of manners in order not to embarrass the king in a place called a night club. I want that power."

At least, to be by your side.

I laughed bitterly at my complaining eyes. - I can't say no to this.

"Okay."

"You're giving me the power of manners."

"Yes, you did, didn't you? I still have a month. In the meantime, I'll give it a shape. You are Lord Claude's right-hand man, a knight."

The innocence of Belzevute, who looks so happy all the time, is real.

"Master Claude is a happy man.... Most importantly, he's a stranger."

Belzevute tilted his neck.

That's blind, jealous, and Eileen exposes her pompous inside her chest.

"I wonder who might be moving the perimeter this far"

"Demon King, though?

"Right. Maybe that's why he's the Demon King.... dangerous, enigmatic, and I don't know what will happen. That's why everyone can't ignore it... - That's it!

It was just a sign of heaven. Get up and see the list of attendees at the night club again.

"... here and here if you want to... I'm sure these two weren't close, take advantage of that...!

"Hey, daughter. I'd like to give you some manners soon."

"Yes, of course. I need you to be a knight to every other young lady."

I should be able to. Eileen, with the grin of a bad merchant, quickly turns to Belzevute.

And I gently put my arms together and smiled gracefully.

"So let's start by kneeling at me, shall we?