Maouyome

Chapter 2.1 : Bride of Maou

I basically shoved my middle finger right in front of Maou face in the center of the Demon King’s castle.

Wahahaha.
Though it seemed strange for me to be the one who says this, but I f%cked up big time.
Well I’m really not good at holding my anger after all.
Even if I reflected upon my actions, I’m left with no regret.

It seems that I managed to avoid the case of being slaughtered in the audience room. But, it didn’t mean that I’m safe.

What can I do……….. nothing, right?

I was suddenly brought here without knowing anything to be the bride of the Maou.
I meant since I’m not the daughter of an ultra-rich merchant, nor am I the princess of a certain kingdom, the amount of people who would be willing to come save me was…………. Zero.
If a passionate man with sharp wits are coming to save me now, all he need to do was to follow the plucked feathers [of a chicken] and fresh egg [just laid today] trail that I left behind.

I dropped it somewhere along the way.
Who knows a hero just might be passing that road.

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……… waaa.

I should stop trying to escape from this reality with such wild imaginations.　It’s useless.

I were brought to a certain room.

The room was a far cry from that eerie audience room a while ago, or should I say that it’s turned out to be a completely normal waiting room.
On top of the spherical table laid a white tablecloth with white lace, and placed on that decorated table was an ornament made of beautiful pink wild rose.

Uhm.

What should I do now?.

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I was brought here by that nice old man called Celazam.
The old man who was being commanded by the Maou is extremely polite to me. Incidentally I’m changing my clothes right now.
I’m really grateful to this hospitality since I basically brought nothing with me except for what I was wearing when they took me from my village but…….

Why must it be a pure white dress.

Well, I meant the dress that’s wrapping my body is a dress that every girl yearns for, including me; I yearned for it even in my dreams.
It’d be perfect if only I was not wearing it in the Maou’s castle.

My stomach that is being restricted by the corset screamed in pain.
Rather, what the heck is this accursed item.
To think that the thing called a dress is something that will test the limit of human endurance.

My dream should have just stayed a dream.

「Hihifu~. Hihifu~」

I’m gasping lightly to take a breath.
No good……….

「It’s done. What do you think, my queen? 」

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After twisting my body to look for a comfortable posture in this kind of dress, I turned around toward the girl who was waiting on standby in the same room as me.
We’re about the same age, and yet this girl is an earth-shattering beauty.

「Well……… No problem, I guess. Struggling is useless since for some reason it’s hard to move my waist」

The girl seems troubled and then quietly unfastens the corsette.
Sorry, to ask for such an unreasonable quest.

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What now?

「What’s the matter? 」

I unintentionally fixed my stare on that girl’s face.
The girl is tilting her head in wonder.

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Kuh………. What’s with this cute girl?
Isn’t she just too cute?.

「Didn’t you, just call me queen a while ago?　」

「Yes. …. I did call you so but, is there something wrong with that? 」

Queen……….
Queen, what did she mean by queen?

Is it the kind of fertilizer that you scatter on the field?
The kind of joke called manure fertilizer.

「……….. What makes me a queen? 」

「Because our majesty choose you, Lefiya-sama, as his bride. Thus, it’s natural to call you as “My Queen” since you’re the spouse of the king who governs the kingdom of demons」

「Eh………. Spouse. I rejected it though」

「It doesn’t matter. Your majesty is insisting on you by any means after all」

…….. It doesn’t matter you said.
It’s already decided.

No, even if you say it doesn’t matter, what about my free will?

What about respecting it?

But then………. I think it’d turn into an endless argument even if I said such things.
Could it be that this super cute girl adores that Maou.

How……………. Pitiful.

「What’s the matter? My queen」

「Nothing, yeah it’s nothing……….」

U~h…………. Such a glare.
Even though she’s cute just like a doll, there’s this terrifying feeling about her. To be honest, she’s scary.

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Moreover, a queen huh.
Queen.
I see, so I became a queen since I’m the bride of the Maou…………..

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Eh…………… WAAAAAIT A MINUTE!

「QUEEN! ?　ME! ? 」

「I said so just now didn’t I, did my explanation finally enter your mushy brain? 」

「No, I mean. EEEEEEEEEH! ?　……HAH？ 　WHY DOES IT SUDDENLY TURN TO THAT DIRECTION? 」

「Because Lefiya-sama is the bride of the Maou」

「EH, I MEAN. WHEN YOU TALK ABOUT BEING THE BRIDE OF THE MAOU, IT’S USUALLY THE GATHERED GIRL WHO WILL BE FORCED TO DO DISGUSTING ACTS AND END UP AS THE SACRIFICE FOR WHAT YOU CALL AN EVIL GOD RIGHT! ?　WHY IS IT SUDDENLY TURNING INTO A QUEEN! ? 」

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