Chapter 231
Chapter 231. A Proud Masterpiece
“—Oh, pardon me. Was it too dazzling?”
The glow faded with a puff.
There stood Zilbagias, clad in a white Bonne-Déje style. While not as revealing as Emelgias, the exposure was still modest. The structure of the belt covering his chest vaguely reminded one of ribs, and the lines running along his arms and legs echoed skeletal designs.
The white over his blue skin was remarkably stylish, complementing Zilbagias’s silver hair.
“Just as expected of Zilbagias! Uniquely different…!!”
Diagias struck his knee with an impressed expression.
“That’s fascinating! Not only is there a shining impact, but the bone-reminiscent design made only of leather materials is highly artistic!”
Aiogias praised without reserve.
“Fufu… thank you. Moreover, this isn’t just about shining.”
Zilbagias grinned—then shone once more.
This time, it was a rainbow gradient.
“The colors can also change.”
“Ooh…!” the group was overwhelmed, excluding the glum-looking Emelgias.
“Incredible… what material is this?”
“Yes, Father, it’s made from High Elf skin.”
“High Elf!?” Rubyphia exclaimed in shock.
“Y-you… you were talking about having a High Elf as a pet, right? No way… did you peel it off…?”
Ugh… Rubyphia pulled back slightly. Though silent, Spinethia also slowed his eating speed.
“No, I didn’t just freshly peel it off. I care for it in my own way… This was presented to me a while back by a Night Elf.”
“O-oh, I see… I wonder how the original feels about that.”
“I’m not sure, but it didn’t seem like they thought it was their own skin…”
“Well, I suppose one usually doesn’t have the chance to see their own peeled skin.”
Rubyphia, regaining her composure, observed Zilbagias, who shone in seven colors with a cool gaze.
“Hmmm… Still, how did you even think of making it shine? You might incur the displeasure of the Dark Gods, you know?”
“The moon shines in the night sky, and the stars twinkle. Plus, a bit of light accentuates the darkness.”
“Fufu. I just said that out of curiosity. But it might be a bit too gaudy; we could use it interestingly as an accent.”
I think I was presented with a few myself. Maybe I should try using them… Rubyphia muttered.
“Hmmm, I never thought there’d be such usage for High Elf skin… it’s a shame there’s no new production of it.”
Aiogias pursed his lips, eyeing Zilbagias with something to say.
His youngest brother quietly shook his head.
“I won’t be peeling it off. I care for it in my own way.”
“Hmmm…”
“Brother, isn’t it fine? It’s a reverse idea.”
Diagias interjected.
“Since there’s no new production, the value of existing skins will skyrocket. We already have a few, so thinking of it as a new status symbol works, right?”
“I see, that’s one way of looking at it…”
Aiogias nodded while stroking his chin. Perhaps he was considering ways to utilize them as rewards for his subordinates beyond personal use.
However, if that happens, the value of Zilbagias’s Bonne-Déje style, fully clad in High Elf skin, would further rise…
“It’s quite a luxurious material.”
Emelgias couldn’t hold back, snapping.
“You didn’t slay that beast, did you? Isn’t using a pet’s skin a bit too weak? You should demonstrate your valor through hunting.”
It was a reasonable point, especially among the men. All eyes turned towards Zilbagias.
“Ah… I was just a bit busy with the matter regarding the officer, so I didn’t have time to hunt…”
Zilbagias shrugged slightly.
A twitch ran through Emelgias’s cheek. Was he poking fun at him?
“However, you don’t need to worry, brother. I have indeed demonstrated my valor.”
With a composed face, Zilbagias pointed to his midsection, where there was a hard, lustrous gleam—not made of skin.
“—I’ve incorporated the scales of a White Dragon throughout.”
Upon closer inspection, Zilbagias’s Bonne-Déje style had dragon scales embedded as accents…!!
“…Hahaha! Now that’s impressive. Indeed, beasts on the level of a Dragon are quite rare!!”
It seemed to hit the right note, causing the Demon Lord to burst into hearty laughter.
“My proud Dread Liger, too, cannot compare to a Dragon…!”
While glancing at the golden lion’s head mounted in his groin.
“One might say, this is the most remarkable material among our Bonne-Déje styles—”
The Demon Lord looked around at everyone, then his gaze landed on Emelgias for the first time.
“Oh, you have a new outfit too! It suits you, Emelgias.”
Finally, Father’s gaze was directed toward him! Emelgias returned the smile.
“Yes, thank you, Father. It’s made of Kaiser Basilisk skin.”
“Ah… Kaiser Basilisk.”
The Demon Lord’s eyes wandered, searching for words.
—It doesn’t compare to a Dragon.
He felt he heard such a phantom voice…
“—Well done to find it! The Kaiser Basilisk is a rather resilient and formidable beast…”
“Y-yes… I managed…”
“Hmmm… Now, shall we eat?”
As the Demon Lord sat down and clapped his hands, the door opened, and the pre-meal drinks were brought in.
“……”
A twitch ran through Emelgias’s cheek.
Faravgi—The head of the White Dragon. He was originally supposed to be the one I defeated if it weren’t for the paperwork mistake…!
But! Due to the mix-up, I ended up doing the trivial Goblin extermination while Zilbagias took down Faravgi instead…!
I glared at my youngest brother resentfully.
The youngest brother, adorned in the Bonne-Déje style of High Elf and White Dragon, joyfully gazed at the appetizers being brought without a glance my way.
(He doesn’t even acknowledge me, huh…!!)
Grinding my teeth, I tried to lunge forward like a serpent raising its head, but the Bonne-Déje’s posture correction function straightened my back instead.
(Lucky bastard…!)
He snatched away what I desired right in front of me—unlike my unfortunate self, he was blessed by fate.
It was… unbearable…!!
“……”
A creaking sound echoed within Emelgias.
But everyone around him was of a higher rank among the Demon Race.
Especially with the incredibly powerful magical presence of Father, the Demon Lord right beside them.
No one noticed even the slightest change in Emelgias.
