The Cute Master Was Actually the Black Demon King

97 – Jealousy

“Well, the reason I came to the empire like this was because of the staff of the ancient civilization. Now the purpose is a little different.”

Karl gently raised the corner of his mouth.

There was an unconcealable longing in his gaze at White.

“I changed my mind after watching the quarterfinals. I want to compete with you, boy.”

“… ….”

White’s expression was still inorganic.

Without saying anything in response, White let out her annoyance.

It was, but Carl didn’t care.

I don’t care how White responds, he goes on.

“The end of the 6th circle, or the 7th circle. As far as I know, I heard that the successor to the Qliphoth family is still only in the 5th circle.”

That wasn’t it.

In addition, he made an expression that the sword was very interesting.

“You and I are supposed to meet in the finals anyway. Why is it necessary to be so rigid?”

Carl shrugged his shoulders and spat out, and then White opened her mouth.

“First of all, I have no intention of competing with you.”

“Why?”

White immediately responded to Carl’s question.

“Because I am not interested.”

In reply without the slightest hesitation, Carl put on a dazed expression for a moment.

“…… I didn’t know you could cut it so resolutely. This was unexpected.”

As he rested his chin on the table, Carl let out a giggle.

And by then White had shut her mouth again.

A calm silence fell.

“…… Yum.”

Only the sound of Ashera eating the parfait resounded calmly.

“…… Why don’t you go back, Carl von Ajdahaka.”

Muttered White in a low voice.

It was an obvious celebration order, but Carl didn’t seem to care.

“Is there any need to go back? I would like to talk a little more.”

“As you said, we’ll meet in the finals anyway, so I don’t know what further discussion is needed.”

“That is that, and this is this. Even after the finals are over, if you want to be my opponent, I’ll step down from here, but I don’t think that’s the case. Is it simply my guess?”

At Carl’s words, White clapped his hands a couple of times with an empty expression.

“No, you got it right. I have no intention of having unnecessary conversations with you.”

“That’s too much.”

“Truth is a cruel law. Have you ever been hurt again? I’m so sorry about that.”

At White’s sarcastic tone, Carl let out a laugh with a broken face.

Actually, there weren’t many people who responded to him as if they were annoying.

On the contrary, it would have been better to express interest.

Karl put a gentle smile on his lips.

His eyes were still sparkling with interest.

“Because of this, I have a question, can I ask a question?”

“No, I can’t.”

Despite White’s immediate refusal, Carl continued.

“Isn’t there a topic that makes the continent buzz these days? I was curious about that part.”

“… ….”

White’s expression slightly hardened.

It was a very minor change, so Carl didn’t seem to notice.

He began to speak slowly.

“An all-out war between the 12 Demon Kings and the Empire. In other words, you can just call it a war.”

Silent White.

Toward him, Carl’s sharp eyes shone.

“Do you know anything about him? Still, isn’t he the heir to the Qliphoth family, who are called the pillars of the empire? Even if he has information he knows something, I don’t think he’s that strange.”

“… ….”

White quietly narrowed the corners of her eyes.

As if trying to figure out his intentions, he looked straight into Carl’s pupils.

Karl doesn’t even turn his head at him, and just as calmly looks at him.

There was a strange silence for a while, but it didn’t last long.

“It’s Woomun.”

Because White spat out a short word.

“Is that so?”

And at White’s words, Carl smiled as if he had expected it.

White’s eyebrows narrowed.

“Why did you bother to ask when you knew I wouldn’t answer anyway? Even if I have information about him, I have no reason to tell you, an outsider.”

“That’s right, boy.”

He nodded once, and Carl tapped the table with his fingers.

What could be so fun about it?

“I was just curious. The reaction you will have when I bring up this subject.”

“…… It is a reaction.”

White murmured and let out a mocking laugh.

Twisting her mouth, White opened her mouth again.

“So, I don’t know where I could have been satisfied. Did my dry reaction solve your curiosity?”

“hahahaha, you mean that.”

Carl shook his head with a look of nonsense.

“There really wasn’t even a hint of agitation. It feels like dealing with the snarky nobles of our kingdom. Are you really nineteen?”

“Unless you’re nineteen, I don’t know what kind of old man I look like.”

White said sarcastically, and her sword nodded her head in agreement.

The corners of his mouth began to creep up again.

“On the surface, he is clearly a nineteen-year-old boy. Is it just my imagination that I feel a sense of difference?”

“Didn’t you ever think that mental age is simply high?”

“It could be.”

With a light affirmation, Carl rose from his seat.

At that, White let out a shallow sigh, wanting to finally leave.

However, Carl didn’t immediately start walking even after getting up, as if he still had something to say.

White asked with her eyes as if there was still something left to see, and Carl gave her a shrug.

“I don’t have any more business left. I guess I didn’t say I was just asking you well.”

“…… I don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“Just, um. What should I say? Because I have a feeling that I will see you often in the future without knowing why.”

“It’s just an unpleasant illusion.”

“Ha ha ha! Yes, maybe.”

In spite of White’s strong tone, the knife jerked away without giving off a hint of displeasure.

“See you in the finals, boy.”

“… ….”

Then, as if his business was really over, he slowly began to disappear from sight.

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Soon, when only the two of them were left, White spat out.

“…… He’s a bad guy.”

“Yes?”

Ashera tilted her head.

And it was only then that White looked at her at Ashera’s question.

Glancing at her still enjoying the parfait, White continued her words.

“I just, I don’t know why, but I really don’t like it.”

“Mmm.”

Ashera let out a silent voice once.

But soon, a faint smile began to form on her lips.

She nudged White’s side with a coy tone.

“For things like that, we had a better conversation than I thought.”

“…… Yes?”

As White asked back with a puzzled expression, Ashera drew a mischievous smile at him.

“It means that we communicated better than we thought. Well, do you really need to be overly restrained? Even so, he is a weaker young man than the disciple.”

“…… That’s the case.”

While expressing a bit of positivity, he frowned as if he didn’t like White at all.

And about that time, Asherah took her lips off her again.

“I liked it more than I thought, that young man.”

“…… ?”

White’s expression turned cold in an instant.

But did she notice it or was she pretending not to notice?

Ashera just calmly continued her words.

“Excellent wizards are always welcome. Even more so if you are a young man full of talent.”

“… ….”

White’s expression gradually began to harden.

As if it had become a stone, it was slowly taking on an inorganic light.

‘…… Let’s kill it.’

Inwardly, I recall the thoughts I once had once again.

White downgraded the perception of knives to a more negative form.

…… And.

‘It’s cute.’

As if he understood all of his thoughts, as if he saw through them.

Ashera just smiled calmly.

‘The way I’m jealous, and the way I try not to reveal it.’

Everything just feels cute.

While carefully holding her thoughts, Ashera let out a bright smile.

…… At the point where every action feels cute, isn’t it already defeated?

As for what she lost, I honestly don’t know.

‘If I told you that I was feeling this way, would you be arrogant?’

I thought that would be cute as it is, but it wasn’t a choice I really liked.

‘Whoops… ….’

Keeping that thought to herself, Ashera shook her head in a good mood.

It really suits his age and appearance.

With a fresh smile like that of a girl.