“Ahhh, Ivelia-chan, this outfit is so uncomfortable to wear.”
Lin Ling held up her skirt with one hand while grabbing onto Ivelia beside her with the other.
Her steps were even a bit unsteady.
“Does Miss Saintess need someone to carry her?”
“Maybe?”
The moment the words left Lin Ling's mouth, she was swept up directly.
“Then let's go in like this.”
Looking at the residential district that was now close at hand, Miss Saintess slightly regretted her words.
Just as the two of them reached the residential district, waves of delicious food aromas wafted into Miss Saintess's nose.
“Sniff, sniff~”
“Is this... the smell of barbecue?”
The continuous aromas of food coming from all around instantly re-energized Miss Saintess's legs.
“Miss Saintess's energy is restored! Let Miss Saintess down first.”
Smelling the food, Lin Ling swung her feet in Ivelia's embrace, struggling to get back down to solid ground.
“Yo! Ivelia-chan!”
Carrying Lin Ling, Ivelia felt someone pat her shoulder.
Carefully putting Lin Ling down, the Lord Demon King slowly turned around.
“Should I say 'long time no see' to you? Uninvited guest.”
“Oh my~ Don't be like that, I'll get embarrassed, you know.”
Seeing the blue figure squirming in front of her, veins instantly popped on Ivelia's forehead.
“Furni, coming here at a time like this, I don't think it's anything good.”
“Waaaah~ I have nowhere to live anymore, so I had to come and rely on Ivelia-chan.”
Hearing Ivelia's disgusted tone, Furni immediately began her performance.
The entire dragon grabbed the hem of Ivelia's gown, slumped on the ground without a shred of dignity, putting on a picture of absolute heartbreak.
“You have no idea! That detestable Holy See actually kicked the great Bishop Furni out!”
“They even repossessed my room! Isn't Furni pitiful~”
Following behind, Karl looked at the completely shameless dragon on the ground. His toes curled so hard they almost tore through his soles, wishing he could dig a hole and crawl into it to hide his embarrassment.
“As far as I know, a certain someone's gold should be enough to buy an entire human kingdom.”
“No way!”
Hearing the word 'gold', Furni sprang up from the ground.
She even forgot to hide the tail behind her.
The tail thrashed repeatedly against the ground, making loud thudding sounds as if venting its owner's extremely displeased mood.
“My gold was used up long ago to fund the debauched and extravagant lives of those damned emperors.”
“Otherwise, with those damn nobles and emperors, who knows how many times the national treasury would have gone bankrupt.”
Furni grew angry just thinking about how smug those emperors looked whenever they managed to scrape up a little bit of gold when the treasury was empty.
If not for the great guardian dragon, those so-called Suns of the Empire would have had countless headaches dealing with their budget deficits.
The price was that the gold this great guardian dragon had accumulated over thousands of years was now reduced to just a single large gold bed.
Karl, standing behind her, saw Furni actually showing such a wronged expression, which proved this dragon really wasn't joking right now.
Which meant... he really deserved to die. He had actually secretly gone and cut up the very last of this dragon's gold.
Despite protecting this kingdom for so long, she only kept that tiny bit of gold, and even ended up paying out of her own pocket.
Karl touched the magic cutting tool still hidden in his sleeve, feeling a trace of guilt toward the aggrieved Furni.
“Fur... Furni...”
“Oh? But as I recall, a certain dragon should have quite a lot of those crystal-clear, glowing, magic-filled magic crystal ores on her, right?”
“Uh... well...”
Furni's tears stopped instantly, and along with them, the guilt in Karl's heart also vanished.
So, I was the only clown all along.
He had thought his act of cutting her gold was incredibly cruel to this dragon. Now it seemed gold was merely the least valuable toy in her possession.
Looking at it this way, this was the territory of the demon race, right?
Karl sized up the figure in front of him who was dressed in a gown but did not exude a single trace of pressure.
But since she knew Furni, and the dragon's attitude toward her...
Ivelia drew her gaze away from the theatrical dragon and looked at the old man before her, who was sizing her up with an undisguised gaze.
“Furni, it's time to drop the act. Who is this?”
Sensing Ivelia starting to release a hint of warning pressure toward Karl, Furni immediately released her dragon pressure to neutralize the Demon King's pressure.
“Oh my, Ivelia's warning is a bit too much. You'll make this little old man faint.”
Seeing Furni starting to manifest dragon-like traits, Karl immediately bowed in Ivelia's direction.
“My deepest apologies. I am Karl, currently somewhat of a vagrant, I suppose.”
Seeing Karl bowing his head and walking toward her, holding some glowing objects in his hands, Ivelia erected a magic barrier in front of him.
“There is no need for human customs here, Bishop Karl.”
“You know of me?”
Hearing his identity before his dismissal being exposed, a flash of astonishment crossed Karl's eyes.
But on second thought, since she knew Furni, it wasn't surprising that she knew these things.
“My apologies. I acted presumptuously.”
“You are correct. This is the territory of the demon race.”
“That dragon didn't tell you, did she?”
Ivelia said as she glared at Furni, who was scratching her head and hiding behind Karl.
“Well, I was just afraid that if I told him, Karl wouldn't come.”
“I am no bishop now. There is nothing binding me to that place anymore.”
“In fact, coming here even allows me to avoid those damned assassins.”
Looking at the smiling Karl, Ivelia's expression remained cold.
A terrifying pressure instantly bore down in Karl's direction.
“Hey! Ivelia!”
Furni watched as Ivelia bypassed her and directly targeted Karl.
Heat caused by high temperatures immediately began to puff from her mouth. If Ivelia made another move, this dragon would definitely strike without hesitation.
Just as Karl was about to faint under the pressure, the heavy burden weighing on him was suddenly swept clean away.
“For a former bishop of the Holy See, even if brought here by Furni, it is necessary to issue some warnings.”
“Bishop, my apologies. Also, welcome to the demon race.”
After saying this, Ivelia stepped aside, revealing the bustling atmosphere of the residential district directly before Karl.
“Understandable, understandable.”
“After all, as a bishop, although I have stepped down, my abilities remain.”
As for this kind of intimidating warning, Karl had experienced it countless times during his tenure as bishop.
The demon before him could even be considered gentle.
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