Infinite Gacha

When I come to the preliminary inspection of the central conference hall of the Duchy of Six - I meet Diablo, one of my avengers, for the first time in about three years.

(You haven't changed in three years. ......)

A demon race, Diablo is a pale, gangly, tall young man with devil horns on his head.

He wears high-quality clothes without breaking them, and his eyes are narrow but sharp, indicating at a glance that he is a man of nerves.

In fact, he is aware of details and has a good memory, and during the "Gathering of Tribes," he was sometimes sarcastically criticized for his past mistakes.

This sarcasm was often directed at everyone he faced, regardless of party members.

However, despite his sarcasm, he took care of me and taught me table manners, etiquette, how to escort women, and so on.

In the days of the "Gathering of the Tribes," I thought Diablo was "difficult to get to know, but a good person at heart" - until he was betrayed and nearly killed in the "Abyss.

............"

I bite my back teeth to prevent the killing spirit from leaking out.

If I, a level 9999 person, were to seriously try to kill someone here, I would be able to kill them. Diablo, for example, could have had his heart stopped.

Killing him with such ease would not please me.

So I held back.

There were five demons, including Diablo, who showed up at the central conference hall.

All of them were young men, wearing expensive clothes and accessories, with faces that seemed to say, "I am very proud.

One of them, a young man with bat-like wings on his back, turned a foolish look at us. He also held out his hands in a grand gesture, bypassing the round table made of a marble-like material as he approached us.

Four others followed him.

"I wonder if you are Princess Lilith, the First Princess of the Kingdom of the Races?"

Yes, I am Lilith, First Princess of the Kingdom of Races.

I apologize for the delay in greeting you, lady. My name is Fried, second son of the Countess of Majin Nation.

The man who introduced himself as "Fried" bowed his head grandly like an actor on stage.

When he smiled, fangs longer than canine teeth peeked out from his mouth.

Four others, including Diablo, also greeted him.

Fried opened his mouth on behalf of the others.

We are the elites who will support the future of the magical nation, but we are not allowed to enter or leave this hall during the meeting. So, we all agreed that it would be better for us to visit the venue while we still have time to think about our future. Was it the same for Her Royal Highness Princess Lilith?　No, if that were the case, your brother, the first prince, would be visiting, so is it just sightseeing?"

At Fried's line, Diablo and the others in the background let out a sneer.

You're a woman and you're not going to inherit the throne, so there's no point in touring this place," he said. Why are you here?　Are you stupid?" I think he is trying to say.

Naturally, Lilith is also aware of this, but she softly smiles and lets it slide.

I don't know what the future holds, so I came to check the meeting place for the future. As royalty, we should always continue to strive for the good of our people.

I see...... what a people-oriented princess Her Royal Highness Princess Lilith is!　And I really envy you having the time to move around so freely!　I wish we had that kind of time."

This time he said, 'It's nice to have free time to waste on useless things. They want to say, 'It's good that you have time to waste, while we are busy.

(Do they absolutely have to put sarcasm in their speech?)

I can't help thinking about that.

Lilith is a quintessential royalty, never breaking into a smile.

As I think about this, his interest slides from Lilith to Nemmu.

By the way, are those ladies over there Lilith-sama's bodyguards?

Yes, we are the "Black Clown" party of Class A Adventurers. They are my escort this time.

I was surprised to hear that you are an A-level adventurer at such a young age. How about it, my beautiful lady, I have some of my treasured wine from the land of the wizards, would you like to share a glass with me tonight while listening to your tales of adventure?

............"

Freed invites Nemum to join us for a drink, out of sight of me and Gold as a matter of course.

From his demeanor, it seems that he intends not only to drink, but also to share the bed.

When Gold saw Nemmu getting tangled up with Claw, the first prince of the racial kingdom, and even Freed, the self-proclaimed young elite of the magical kingdom, he put one hand over his mouth and said with genuine amusement, "Nemmu, you get tangled up too much, don't you? You should ask the Lord to exorcise you with a card once, don't you think?" I can't help but laugh as if to say.

Nemmu, on the other hand, was scowling with displeasure while covering her mouth with a scarf.

She replies with eyes of heartfelt contempt.

I refuse. I am busy escorting the princess."

Fried never imagined that he, the young elite of the Majin Nation, would be turned down, and his smile tightens.

The other young men, including Diablo, let out a guffaw.

A fellow is rejected without hesitation by a race (human). If they were so concerned about their fellow human beings, they would not be so proud to keep their mouths shut.

But the fact that they laugh at their friends' failures suggests that they themselves are not close friends.

(Is it more like a rivalry for a future seat?)

As I speculate in my mind, Lilith suggests we leave before things get out of hand, faster than Fried can say anything.

I'm sorry, sir," she said. I must get back to my room now, if you'll excuse me."

I'm sorry I kept you here.

Fried, who had just sent me a wandering look, stared at Nemm with power in his eyes as if to say, "My pride has been hurt.

The other party is a race that is looked down upon, but they are royalty, after all.

If he makes a scene, it will be a stain on him later, so Fried only glares at him and does not try to touch him.

Nemmu, on the other hand, is not only frightened by the stares, but also makes an exasperated expression on her face.

From her point of view, Freed's glare is no more threatening than a puppy's threat.

Nemmu, taking advantage of Lilith's line, opens the door and quickly tries to leave the place.

"Master Dirk?"

I move to stop Nemmu from opening the racial side entrance door.

Nemmu and Gold also notice my intention and question me, but they do not open the door by themselves.

I put my hand on the door, grab the door handle with my left hand, pull back my left leg, and then move my right leg to open the door.

What?

I intentionally do my old vice that Diablo warned me about during the "Gathering of the Tribes" days.

Diablo, of course, took the bait.

That mask there!　Hey, wait a minute!

As expected, I was stopped and laughed like a ferocious predator under my mask.

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