Scop Scopper Scoppest with Demon Eye King

About thirty minutes to fight rush in the carriage.

The place the heir reached was in front of a picturesque western hall.

What stone materials are used, the intricately stacked stone walls are black as ink flowed along with the roof. Such a black western hall made him aware of the calm beauty and at the same time the difficulty of getting close. And more importantly, its size. Comparable to a school building - no, or maybe bigger than that.

Instead of being a merchant, it was more like a mansion in which the royal matriarch was told that he lived, as an heir, it would stick.

As I crept through the main entrance, I could see what was happening on the property.

Behind the tranquil setting of the Western Hall, several carriages stopped in the large garden and the movement of people was lively.

Name: malt

Occupation: D-Rank Merchant

Affiliation: Laseheima Chamber of Commerce

Name: Lanza

Occupation: C-Rank Merchant

Affiliation: Chamber of Commerce of Milliardo

Name: Meer

Occupation: Commercial Alliance Staff

Affiliation: Commercial guild 'Berg'

Most were Laseheima Chamber of Commerce people named Black Vests on white shirts that I was used to seeing scattered even in the square before the dungeon, without needing to check in the name window, but some did not.

Those people have maid-like women without exception, so maybe it means guests.

(... I can't open the maid's name window. Does that mean you're not wearing a tag? Why? Is that also the kind of cultural rule?

I tilted my neck as the carriage rocked me.

All the more so. Seeing what was going on on on the premises, it was more like the headquarters of the Chamber of Commerce than a noble mansion.

"Please come this way"

When you get off the carriage, Fried will lead you inside the mansion.

"Where is Lady Laseheima?

"I was able to finish my business earlier and I am now in the office"

When he knocks at the door, Fried confirms two or three to the maid who showed up to guide him, and he walks out again to lead his successor.

Going up the stairs. Third floor. A little further down the hall. Fried stopped his leg in front of a heavy double-open door.

It is passed into the room by a maid of brown hair who responds to a knock and shows her face.

And now, the heir was breath-taking in front of the person.

"Welcome [Demon Eye King]. I've been waiting."

It was only girls like thirteen or four when I was old that I struck my ear with such a sweet voice.

Stretches silver hair down to the knee, white-magnetic skin is even whiter than snow. Not a child but not an adult, wrapping such an obscure skinny is this one piece dress that is also bright white. The only rose costume decorating her hair was pale and colorful, as if it were a landmark draped in pure white.

Girl just confused with a piece of art sitting in the sanctuary. Attracted by the beauty of such a divinely blessed girl, the heir is solidified - not.

The other way around.

The sentiment my heir had for this girl was' creepy '.

The girl in front of me, while certainly having a dazzling beauty, somehow it doesn't stick. Distorted discomfort as if being shown a deceptive painting. Rather, I can be convinced from the impression that by blasphemous I would rather be told I was an ugly girl. But I wasn't sure why I felt that way, even myself, the source of it.

I can't explain it. Chigusa.

incomprehensible creepy.

It doesn't matter if it's Earth or another world.

This one in front of me is not like any other being my heir has ever seen.

(... what the hell is this guy? This is Lazeheima?

Feeling thirsty, he gazes with familiar guidelines that are no longer becoming a reflection.

Name: Laseheima

Occupation: A-Rank Merchant

Affiliation: Laseheima Chamber of Commerce

"You don't have to introduce yourself."

Laseheima had an unpleasant grin that did not resemble Nitali, and his beauty.

But from the impression the heir felt, the creepy grin of the three-day moon shape with its torn mouth suited her rather.

"I'll tell you straight in. Follow me. [Demon Eye King]"

"Say no."

Words of rejection came out of my mouth before I thought about it in a sudden and indiscreet invitation.

"… for once, may I ask why"

"I'm not going under anybody."

I mean it. But if I were to be more precise, I'd say, "I'm absolutely sorry only under you".

A few times in this world, my successor's inquiries around the training grounds were alarming with all his might.

Don't think of me as the younger girl as you look.

(If you look closely, your ears are strangely long.... you mean not a human race)

Maybe that doesn't really mean I'm as old as I look.

"Too bad. You can always tell me if you change your mind."

Lazeheima, who said so and laughed lightly, didn't seem very sorry either.

"By the way, Fried. I wonder what happened to the other one."

Asked by Laseheima, Fried opens his mouth.

"I'm sorry. The debt slave, Rourier, was abducted by someone, so he gave up securing it and gave priority to bringing his heirs."

"Oh, you're for that. Sometimes it's unusual for Fried to be late."

Couscous and Lazeheima laugh with pleasure.

Fried lowered his head with a slight crease between his eyebrows.

"We need to talk about that. You're moving to help Rulier, aren't you? Then it's up to the reward, and I can help you."

The heir dared to say away from the top against the reigning, standing laseheima.

Lazeheima looks funny at such a successor.

"I want you to help me because my people have been captured - not to help me as an adventurer to get my slave back.... I don't know."

Instead of affirming, the heir stared back at Laseheima in silence.

"You've got a big F-rank. [Demon Eye King]"

Until he came to this room, his heir intended to seek the cooperation of Laseheima even by offering him all his property, including artifacts.

But not now. The heir was beginning to regret coming to her for help. I can't explain why well. But I'm making some terrible mistake right now. Such vague anxiety is inexhaustible.

If this is the case, I think it would have been better to ask an adventurer to know the danger.

But so is that now.

Given Roulier's cheap or not, I can't afford the time from the beginning. I would like to avoid the fact that we do not have the cooperation of Laseheima here, if only for the sake of time.

"Rank is such a decoration. It has nothing to do with strength."

But that's why you shouldn't give in. We must not show weakness.

I showed it, but at the end of the day, it gets eaten and swallowed.

I feel that way.

"Hmm. Right, so let's do this? It has been established that my slaves were engaged in fraudulent activities in association with certain adventurers. I confiscate all my belongings as punishment and pay you half of them as a reward. I don't know."

Nitali, to the laughing Laseheima, his successor, who understood the meaning a few moments late, grinds his teeth.

That only means taking half of Roulier's belongings.

Current hand-held by Lourier. I don't know if I'm clear about money, but she now has two artifacts: 'The Treasury's Gold Coin Ring +2' and 'The Powering Iron Scoop'. Half means either within this. Given its usefulness, [item box] skilled 'ring of gold coins in the treasure trove +2' will almost certainly be taken.

(Did you know that coming up with a suggestion like this means this one has artifacts?

Why? I ask myself, but I don't get an answer.

The successors who lost their minds after the Cyclops war in the first place don't know the details of what happened after that.

Lurier's doya face floated behind his heir's brain.

(I guess you didn't walk showing off)

The undeniable was hard.

The nasty thing about Laseheima's suggestion is that it's hard to say no. Anyway, injustice is a fact. Slaves are not allowed to make any kind of deal without permission from their masters. It applies not only to money, but also to goods, to the workforce held by the person. Knowing that, the heir has acted as an adventurer with Lourier and even handed it over to the artifact.

In other words, this proposal also means that if you respond, you will be wronged.

I can't say no. Well, if you can't say no, there's still a way to do it.

The heir felt a cold sweat flowing down her back.

Because I'm aware that what I'm about to say is impotent.

"... Fine. Except I keep two“ my ”artifacts in Lourier. If you want to confiscate it, why don't you do something else?

The grin of Lazeheima, who was laughing at Niyaniya, disappeared softly.

Freed, who had refrained, also looks hard at his heir.

The only maid who has invited her heir into the room remains iron skinned and doesn't know what she's thinking.

"... you say a lot of unscrupulous things. I was going to say it gently, but I don't think it should have."

There is no need for disturbing colors to dwell in the voice of Laseheima.

I won't give you anything. But help me. And miss the injustice, too. That's what the heir says.

Often they exchanged their gazes silently.

The heir glances back so sharply at the laseheima, which overlooks it with the eyes of many intricate shades that it is difficult to speak of, that the demonic eye of the curse may be activated.

A dozen seconds in time. In a room with tingling and air, the first thing I broke was...

"... Fine. But we don't talk about rewards. I will take the slaves you have taken, and you will join forces to reclaim each of the artifacts you have taken. It means reciprocal cooperation."

To Laseheima, who said so boringly, his successor nodded with a fist in his heart.

It worked. No, you can say I'm more than that. Anyway, the whole heir thing became acceptable.

"You can back off now. Fried, I'll leave you to the slaves."

"Yes, sir."

"... what was that boy so frightened of?

The office where my heir and Fried walked away. The maid, who tied up her brown hair beautifully, raised potpourries and questions when she finished pouring tea.

Laseheima was looking out the window, looking down at the carriage leaving the mansion, enjoying the sweet scent of standing out of the teacup.

"Maybe he saw something he shouldn't have seen because he was a Demon Eye King."

There was another creepy grin in Laseheima's mouth about dropping off the carriage.