Chapter 238
Chapter
238. Appointment of the Young Dead
After moving to my room in the Evaroti Royal Castle, I introduced Claire to the key members of the district officials who had gathered.
“I’m Porkun.”
“I’m Nichar.”
“I’m Tavuo.”
The three of them seemed somewhat uninterested, saying “Hmmm.” Well, they were just no-rank undead after all.
By the way, Claire, upon seeing Tavuo, let out a squeaky “Kii!” Hobgoblins are just stronger and tidier goblins, after all… She might have impulsively wanted to kill him.
Tavuo’s abilities are decent, but compared to the three officials, he’s relatively normal and harmless. Please don’t kill him…
Hobgoblins are said to be quick-witted, but they struggle with memory. They can quickly do multiplication tables with three or four digits, but due to their short-term memory issues, they often make strange mistakes. They’re good with on-the-spot calculations but terrible at bookkeeping. Something like that.
However, Tavuo hasn’t made any major mistakes so far. He carries a notepad with him to prevent forgetfulness and manage tasks. His work is quite meticulous and considerate, so I really like him.
Nichar is quick and efficient but has an unpredictability about what he might do on a whim, while Porkun has a stark contrast between his meticulous work and careless work, which makes me uneasy…
Anyway, to make an impression on Claire with the officials,
I had already obtained her consent beforehand and casually threw my arm around her shoulder.
Seeing this, they seemed to understand… how to treat and entertain Claire, considering my reputation.
The vassals who are somewhat acquainted with me probably know about the time I became suspicious because I fell for an undead at first sight (or so I pretended).
…Huh? Thinking about that, bringing Claire into my castle puts us in a rather complicated situation… No, I better not think further.
‘Recently, the quality of Zilbagias and the quantity of Diagias have been quite the talk.’
That was the kind of reputation I didn’t want to acquire.
After the introductions, I re-requested Claire to handle the Evaroti Daily Report, which I had discussed with Enma.
“Oh, so that’s how it is.”
Claire nodded dispassionately.
“Well, either way, we were going to have to do regular reports…”
“I see…”
“By the way, where should I wait? Oh, could it be in the prince’s room?”
Claire smiled teasingly, but her eyes were completely void of emotion.
“No… I’ll arrange a proper room for you.”
So, I assigned Claire a room near the castle library. Although important materials had been taken out, there were still plenty of books left.
Claire, who wouldn’t be able to go outside until the district regained its vitality, should find some comfort with that…
“Also, when it comes to magic power, I’d be really happy if the prince could share some with me.”
“Of course, that’s fine.”
“Great!”
Claire looked relieved, saying it was a relief since the supply from the ley line had stopped.
“…By the way, what are the other high-ranking undead doing at their postings? I’ve never heard of local demon races supplying magic power…”
It’s hard to believe that the general demon race would just provide magic power to sentient undead.
“Ah… just between us…”
Claire whispered and grinned mischievously.
“Actually, we’ve been ‘borrowing’ magic power from the local skeleton horses… If we ask directly, they’ll be reluctant, but if the skeleton horses pretend they don’t want to move, everyone just pours in their magic power without question.”
It’s a rational move, but seems rather petty…
So, even without my supply, Claire was planning to get magic power from the skeleton horses anyway.
“Don’t worry, as long as I’m around, I’ll see to it that you won’t lack anything.”
If my damned dark magic could help sustain Claire’s existence…
Can it be said that it’s not a total waste after all?
I don’t know.
I’m not even sure if I should be glad about that right now.
Leaving Claire in the library, I returned to my room. I felt gloomy gazing at the grand throne of Osshimaier XIII sitting right in the middle of the room.
Well then…
“Wau?”
I scratched Liliana’s head. Since I brought her along, I wanted to promptly get to the treatment of the sick and injured. Reports say that treatment has been delayed due to the presence of only inexperienced priestess apprentices…
However, it would be unnatural for me as the Demon Lord to suddenly show mercy to the district citizens. Treatment must be purely for my ‘whims.’
In that case…
“—Virosa.”
I called for the Night Elf ‘Sword Saint.’
“Yes, Your Highness.”
To make use of the martial prowess that was underutilized in the Demon Lord Castle, Virosa was also assigned to Evaroti along with other Night Elf soldiers.
“Let’s train together seriously for the first time in a while.”
Joining the mood of change, I had been busy lately, and even the frequency of practical combat training with Platy had dropped…
I’m in the mood to wreak some havoc…! It’s been so long…!
“Understood.”
Virosa bowed deeply, swaying gently—
Transforming into the form of a human male, he responded with a combative grin.
