On the carriage—
“Has he still not recovered?”
Looking at Ichikawa, who was still squatting in the corner, Lin Ling felt a slight twinge of guilt.
“Indeed. Waking up to sharp pain all over his body, only to have several women surround him and say...
“‘You're awake~ You're a girl now.’
“Those kinds of words would definitely make anyone sad.”
Kainster looked at Ichikawa in the corner, stroking his chin.
“This sort of thing really isn't good.”
But Ichikawa only lifted his dejected head to look at Kainster.
“If only you would remove your disguise before saying that.”
At this moment, Kainster was still under the transformation spell cast on him by a certain dragon who loved nothing more than watching a good drama unfold.
It could be said that even if Kainster directly put on a dress, stood before his brother, and performed a dance right now, he wouldn't be recognized.
Though, after the dance, there would probably be an assassination attempt.
“Oh, really? Actually, I quite like my current female appearance.”
Kainster flipped his orange hair, which was draped over his chest.
“My soulmate, if Miss Zona were here, you would probably be in big trouble.”
Lin Ling patted Kainster, who was currently transformed into a woman. She had to admit, Furni's transformation spell was actually pretty good.
At the very least, Kainster could now be considered a textbook human beauty.
But... watching Kainster pull out a mirror from who-knows-where to admire his own beauty, combined with the bumping of the carriage, Lin Ling felt a sudden wave of nausea in her stomach.
“Ugh—” * 2
“Hmm?”
As she leaned over the edge of the carriage and dry-heaved, she heard another dry-heaving sound right next to her.
Along with a flutter of blue hair.
Wait, why was Furni, a dragon, also getting carsick?
Lin Ling looked at this dragon, who now seemed utterly useless, her face filled with extreme disgust.
“Hey, even as a dragon, it's normal to have things you can't handle, right?”
“Just like how you, Miss Saintess, haven't adapted to the nightlife at all after a whole month!”
Furni wiped the drool from the corner of her mouth, staring at Lin Ling's face, which had slight dark circles under her eyes.
“I don't know anything about that~”
Hearing Furni bring up her business, Lin Ling quickly turned her head toward the blue sky outside and began to whistle.
“Hehe, Ivelia should really exercise some moderation in these matters.”
Smoothing her clothes, Furni sat back down next to Ichikawa.
She seemed to be thinking that this Hero would offer her some comfort.
However, now that Ichikawa knew Furni's true nature, her image in his heart had completely shattered.
“So, the delicate bishop never existed in the first place... Haha...”
If he hadn't gone through that iron-like mental training the other day, this Hero would probably have drawn the sword at his waist and committed seppuku right then and there.
Lin Ling, on the other hand, remained slumped over the edge of the carriage.
“Be careful not to fall out.”
Seeing how far Lin Ling was leaning out, Ivelia quickly stepped forward and gently took her into her arms.
Yet Lin Ling didn't seem to notice Ivelia's embrace, keeping her eyes fixed on the distance of the plains.
There seemed to be several black dots rapidly approaching the carriage?
“Ivelia-chan, look at those dots in the distance. Don't they look like everyone from the demon race?”
Specifically, that massive cloud of dust kicked up on the ground—what kind of creature running could cause such a scene?
“Uncle Morg, please stop for a moment.”
As the distant black dots drew closer and closer to the carriage, Lin Ling had no choice but to ask the old village chief to halt.
“Sure thing.”
Although the elderly village chief didn't know why they suddenly wanted to stop, he figured these noble figures must have their own reasons.
With a flick of the reins, the carriage came to a steady halt on the vast, open border grassland.
Once they stepped down from the carriage, the black dots in the distance began to accelerate toward them.
...
“Yo, Miss Saintess. Why did you suddenly leave the Demon King's Castle without saying goodbye to us?”
Descending from the sky, Cecil folded his demon wings, while the remaining black dots screeched to a halt in front of them.
“Miss Saintess, you're too much! Going on a long journey and not bringing Niya along.”
Seeing Niya approach, Lin Ling's eyes lit up, and she immediately scooped up the dusty Niya into her arms.
“Wow~ It really is Niya~ Miss Saintess thought she was going to miss you the whole time.”
Lin Ling affectionately nuzzled Niya in her arms.
“As a maid, Niya's working ability is undoubtedly outstanding, and she also possesses a certain degree of combat capability.”
Baroque looked at the hugging duo, bowing toward Ivelia, who was sitting in the carriage with her arms crossed.
“Why are you all here?”
At this point, it could be said that the strongest forces of the demon race had fully entered Camillaya territory.
“Hey, hey, Miss Saintess. This isn't some campaign by the Four Heavenly Kings of the demon race.”
“She is your personal maid, right?”
Aliviel pointed to Niya, whom Lin Ling had just set down. Niya was indeed wearing a maid outfit, so that was correct.
“And since you are going on a long journey, Miss Saintess, a butler is also necessary, isn't he?”
“I guess so?”
Cecil, who was pointed at, bowed to Lin Ling.
“For security, scouting and escorting are also required, right?”
“Uh-huh.”
Wait?
“Based on what you're saying, is everyone from the demon race going with Miss Saintess?!”
But that wasn't quite right either. Phelan didn't seem to be here.
Seeing that the elven recorder was not among them, Lin Ling's expression gradually began to crumble.
“For Miss Saintess's first long journey, recording it is naturally indispensable.”
Phelan appeared from behind the carriage. For some reason, this elven recorder had approached from the exact opposite direction of the others.
The recording stone in Phelan's hand continued to flash, capturing Lin Ling's bizarre expression in its entirety.
“Why did you have to appear from behind!”
Hearing Phelan's voice behind her, Lin Ling took a step back and retreated directly into Ivelia's embrace.
At this point, Ivelia's lap was practically Miss Saintess's exclusive seat.
“My apologies. Professional habit. One can only record the most genuine images when the target is unaware.”
After storing the recording stone, Phelan bowed to Ivelia.
【Recording stone. Backup. Got it?】
【Of course, Lord Demon King.】
A purple light of magic communication flashed in Ivelia's eyes. Only after confirming that Phelan had backed up the data did she withdraw her gaze with satisfaction.
Even now, Lin Ling, sitting in Ivelia's lap, had no idea that the Demon King behind her had already compiled her bizarre photos into an album.
“Don't just stand there. If you have anything to say, let's talk inside the carriage.”
Morg looked at the demons and offered a small smile.
Compared to the prince who went around pillaging and looting villages, these demons, who had been mutually helping the village, seemed quite friendly.
In fact, they were indeed much friendlier than that prince. At the very least, they wouldn't drag commoners into high-magic zones to die for no reason.
Even when starving to the limit, these guys would rather kneel and beg at the edge of the village than use their physical strength to force their way in and plunder.
As for the prince in the carriage...
Morg looked at the unreliable Kainster beside him. Hopefully, he would be a good Emperor. No matter what, it couldn't get any worse than this.
Morg thought of the soldiers who had been treated as disposables on the border. If the demon race hadn't scared away those damn noble magic soldiers that day, some of those guys probably would have been worked to death.
This was also why the old village chief was willing to lead them to the nearest territory.
A prince who was willing to bow for his people would always be more beloved than one who looked down on them from on high.
Hearing Morg's words, Cecil and the others nodded in thanks to the old village chief before slowly boarding the carriage.
“Since this is a request from Miss Saintess's soulmate, everyone is naturally happy to help.”
“Besides, everyone has a few accounts they want to settle with the current Emperor.”
As they boarded, the eyes of those entering were filled with disgust for Keith. For completely shutting down border trade, which had led to the deaths of a large number of demon children during this period, they had plenty of words they wanted to have with this prince.
And Kainster's request had now given them a solution that would allow them to handle it without triggering a national conflict.
“I hope you can be a qualified Emperor in the future, Prince.”
Baroque looked at Kainster, who was still wearing women's clothing in the carriage. Though it felt a bit awkward to do so, the beastkin still patted him on the shoulder.
Though, it was quite hurtful how Baroque immediately sought out Niya to cast a cleaning spell on him right after the pat.
The carriage resumed its journey. The difference was that this time, it was packed with several individuals who would be the very definition of disaster for any noble's territory.
“But why aren't we using teleportation magic?”
Baroque, sitting in the carriage, had been pondering this question. Why not just teleport directly into those territories?
“Allow me to explain that.”
Furni, who had been sitting next to Ichikawa, suddenly jolted awake from her slumber and raised her hand toward the newcomers with a weak, listless voice.
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