He Didn't Want to Be the Center of Attention, Hence, after Defeating the Demon Lord, He Became

"... I would like to call you again this way, but the three of us are part of the Demon King Crusaders. So, Beatrice... I can bring the Demon King here in secret to free you."

"Are you the Demon King Crusaders..." Poor Disaster, "" Silent Soul Remover, "and" Demonic and Wicked "?

"Ahahah... I knew that already..."

Eileen looks ashamed of these two names and looks red on her cheeks. Someone who saw her in combat might have called her "demonic gloss," but she thinks she's overstating herself.

And since I was lying down, Miralka didn't count.

If you think about it, Beatrice may have noticed that I'm visiting the Mansion as a Dick to prepare for my stay - the Immortals may not have seen me as a Dick because they weaken even when the sun rises.

"If Yuma lays the line, we can block the power to attract your spirit. If that's the case, even if the owner of the Mansion doesn't belong to the Stolen family, I think we can coexist... and Sebastian wants to do the same."

"Miss Miralka is right. If you don't mind, I hope to continue using this mansion to entertain our guests."

Beatrice didn't reply for a while and looked surprised.

Without saying anything, she shed tears from her eyes. She was supposed to be immortal and wept with real tears.

I followed the contract and waited for the Stolen family to return. I can only imagine what she thought in those years. All I can think of is that I missed you.

"... are you sure... that you won't keep purifying me like this, which has been bothering humans all along?

Yuma stepped forward in front of Beatrice. She didn't have to do anything, her body was enveloped by the power of purification - but even as she approached such a mama, Beatrice was never enveloped.

"I know exactly how much you were waiting for your husband. Your soul should not yet be called to heaven."

"... ah... ah... ah..."

Beatrice, who had been holding back the wave of emotions, knelt down on the spot and covered his face.

Yuma knelt on the floor and hugged her from the front.

The priest (Bishop) is comforting Lace Queen. I'm glad I brought Yuma to that difficult sight.

I didn't expect this house to have such a secret. The reason for the gathering of the dead spirits was unexpected, and I can only teach them this time.

Beatrice was crying for a while, but then calmed down and stood up again.

"I showed you a shameful figure. I've never cried in public....."

"If you cry, you'll consume magic again... Beatrice, it's getting thinner again. Are you okay?"

"... I know you're not in a position to make such a request, but could you please let me refill my energy? If the morning comes again, it may disappear."

Miralka doesn't like being sucked up by Les. Eileen also said that it was cool, and if she sucked in the sacred power directly from Yuma, it would be purified without hesitation.

Then I'm the only choice - no, Eileen. But she looks at me and raises her thumb.

"Sebastian can also use healing magic and has a lot of magic, so it's okay to have a little energy."

"I suppose I should give magic to women... but I'm sorry, I'm not good at chilling out."

"Thank you for your concern. If you'll excuse me, Sebastian...?

Even if you breathe your energy, it's like touching it with your hands and smoking it. There is nothing wrong with that. It will recover after a day even if it is inhaled, so there is nothing to decrease.

"Yes, use my magic, if you don't mind."

"... I'll see you later. I'll be ready for a little bit."

Beatrice's figure fades. You'll need a lot of preparation to breathe your energy.

"Now that's a paragraph... I can finally rest slowly."

"Miralka, Yuma, why don't you talk in your room? Yuma's feeling better, too."

"Yes, please. Thank you, Sebastian and Beatrice."

Three people leave the attic and return to their rooms.

Looking around, there were no beds in this room, just desks, bookshelves, and a small cantera.

Do demons belonging to the Immortals not need to sleep? With that in mind, I went back to my room behind closed doors.

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After taking off my mask and taking a bath for the first time in a long time, I was calm in my room.

The long day is finally over. All you have to do is provide your energy so that Beatrice doesn't disappear.

She said she would come when she was ready, but I wonder what kind of preparation it is. While thinking, I moisturize my throat with wine and then lie down on my back on the bed.

After standing for a while, there were signs of people in the room.

The door didn't open, so Beatrice walked through the wall and woke up.

And when I see what's in front of me, my thoughts stop completely.

It was Beatrice who stood in the light of Cantella and embarrassed herself.

But she is not wearing a black dress. The headdress remained intact, but the fabric was even thinner than that worn by Miralka, wearing a negligee that hides only an unreliable area.

"Betty, Master Beatrice... what happened to the food? I have to put on my jacket..."

I jumped up and said, Beatrice only smiled with blue and golden eyes.

She's probably floating around, but she's coming one step closer to me. Then take off the hand that covered your chest - in Cantella's light, you can see the same color as humans through the too thin fabric.

"This is the first time I've had your attention... Sebastian... No, it's the first time I've had my attention from the Alliance Master, so I'd like to do my best as a lace queen."

You know who I am. Then you don't have to pretend to be a butler anymore - I'm angry and I've decided to quit acting.

"After all, you've been watching me since I came to prepare... you know, you've been dating my play?

Beatrice blushes and smiles at my tone change. Even though it is supposed to be immortal, if you look at the girlish manners through the blood, it is thought that the demon tribe is deep.

"I understand you don't want them to know who you are. No, to Yuma. The other two knew about the Guild Master."

"... my name is Dick. Actually, I'm the Guild Master of Silver Bottle Pavilion. As for Yuma... she wasn't feeling well, so I wanted to do something while shadowing her."

"But I'm sure they'll know. Wouldn't it be more exciting to learn the truth later?

"I didn't mean to... but you're right. I want to make this an Alliance nursing home. I'm going to ask Yuma to come again, and then the masked butler will be around, so I'll have to find out who he is anyway."

"I think it would be a waste to have a mask and a butler only today. It suited me very well."

Beatrice says he gets a mask placed on a bedside chest. And show it to your face - truly all manners seem to specialize in teasing men.

And Beatrice, who took off his mask, walked in front of me like he was ready. And I put out my right hand.

"But... when you take off your mask, you look like you want to see it all the time."

"I don't think so. My people are looking better together."

"Each one has a preference. I like Dick's face."

"I was wondering how to breathe... maybe it's not like a succubus?

Beatrice answers nothing. That hand is stretched out to my sleepwear chest and one button is removed.

"... you didn't answer my question."

"Today, let me just touch it. There's never any pain... but just sucking it out of your palm will take time..."

"That's why I just met you today."

I could imagine how she was trying to absorb my energy, even if I was dull.

Beatrice took off two more of my buttons and this time touched a ribbon tied to his Negrije chest. If you pull it, it will probably open in front of you and you will see the bare skin.

"I miss spending the night alone in a house where only the dead gather. It's been going on for ten years, so just a little...."

"... I see. If that's the case, I can't help it."

At that time, I mistook myself for something shallow.

The lace queen has no substance and cannot be touched. In other words, there is no need to have a consciousness that a man and a woman will share even if she sleeps with her what she wants.

I knew it would never happen when Beatrice took my button off, but I gave him permission that I couldn't go back.

The barrel and the bare triss remove the ribbon. The bare Neglije was no longer a decorative cloth that only entangled with white, clear bare skin and barely covered it.

"... all night long, you'll be able to separate your energy a little bit. It's just a gift of energy, so you don't have to feel bad for the three of you who are resting in a separate room."

After explaining it lightly, Beatrice even tries to take off the headdress - but.

"Yes, that's fine. Please take it off later."

"... yes. Dick-san... no, if Dick-san wants."

I don't think there's any reason to be respected so far, but I finally became "Dear". I was wondering if you could leave the headdress and take it off.

When you feel like you're going to listen to anything, a man can't stop you. I am no exception, but when I think three people are sleeping under one roof, I have to exercise restraint to do my job.

"We'll just sleep in the bed together. That's what gives you the energy."

"Yes, I'll just touch it a little bit, and more if I have to...."

"... are you sure? How dare you. I'm not that patient...."

The moment I tried to joke around to get some room, Beatrice's hand slipped against my neck.

"Nh... did you just smoke?

Beatrice put her fingertips on my mouth and licked them.

"Nh... it's sweet. But this isn't enough to keep you healthy...."

"I see... then I can't help it. Don't hesitate to smoke as much as you need."

"Yes, don't worry, I think it will be filled by morning"

"Ah, until morning...? It's a little too long, isn't it?

Beatrice doesn't answer the key question. Now when you slip your hand from neck to clavicle, you begin to release the button.

"I knew it from when I was wearing the butler's clothes. Of the Demon King Crusaders, the one with the most polished body... maybe not, Dick..."

"I just drank it, and I'm not eating it. I haven't trained before."

I can be detoxified after I feel good with alcohol, so I don't get fat. Even if you work a certain amount every day, it's only time to prepare.

If you insist, you're always using Reinforcement Magic to put a strain on your muscles. That way, while I'm sitting at the counter serving drinks to my guests, I'm always exercising my strength. It was a blessing for me to have the opportunity to learn Reinforcement Magic as a child.

"... do I have to take them all off?

"To shorten the time, we need to increase the surface area we touch..."

I felt futile asking if I was going to do it, and I didn't ask Beatrice any more.

When she stepped forward in front of me, she lay on top of me.

Even though it can pass through matter, it does feel touched. It's not cold - perhaps it's only when you attack that Les feels cold in contact.

I can even feel my heartbeat, and nothing is different from a human. Moderately sized swelling that seems to be wrapped in the palm of your hand hits your chest plate.

"Lace Queen is as deep as the real thing..."

"The more magic you enrich, the more materialized you can be. You may think that the immortal has no body temperature, but it is also possible to adjust the temperature so as not to make you feel cold... Dick's body is warm..."

"I was surprised Miralka was cold, so stay warm."

"... what is your relationship with Miralka? I wonder if the crusaders have deepened the rapprochement between men and women... but I don't think they're close."

"If you snoop too much, you'll get angry. Well, as you can see, he's an acquaintance... hey, why are you so happy?

"Fufu... it's a private matter, so I'll keep it a secret."

A demonic girl who was summoned against her will and tied to the Mansion.

I hope you decided to help her, but I wonder why this is happening.

With that in mind, I waited for a distant morning under cover in the name of giving Beatrice magic.