Chapter 131
"Respected His Imperial Majesty the Emperor the Emperor the Emperor!"
Governor-General Pastel began her flattery with a cheering pose.
"From the moment I took my first breath, I have respected the great His Imperial Majesty the Emperor! Hua! Hua! I can feel His Imperial Majesty the Emperor's great name in the air of the Empire!"
Such immense intensity!
"Is that so? Thank you."
The Emperor accepted this level of flattery as if it were only natural. It was a fitting attitude for someone born into a dignified status and revered their entire life.
"Wow!"
Pink eyes sparkled.
Pastel's respect doubled.
The aura of a natural-born person in power!
A nobility that the pitiful Her Excellency Pastel, who had struggled through a life of poverty, could never catch up to!
Pastel suddenly wanted to become noble. Actually, it wasn't sudden.
She clasped her hands together and looked up at His Imperial Majesty the Emperor.
"May I serve you in my heart as my own personal Godfather?!"
Sparkling eyes~!
I will serve you like a father!
If Mom hadn't rejected your confession, wouldn't you actually be my real Father?!
Then I could have been Emperor Pastel instead of Her Excellency Marquess Pastel!
"Hmm?"
The Emperor made a peculiar expression.
He thought for a moment, then laughed as if amused.
"As much as you like. If you are Blossom's child, I suppose you could be my child too?"
Gasp.
Broad-minded His Imperial Majesty the Emperor.
Pastel threw both arms up.
"Long live His Imperial Majesty the Emperor!"
Long, long live!
Then Pastel paused as something came to mind.
But isn't the Godfather position for Lord Demon, who has suffered so much until now?
Lord Demon was a man who could have become her father if Mom hadn't betrayed him. Plus, he had a track record of suffering while taking care of her all this time.
Naturally, the Godfather should be Lord Demon.
But-But.
His Imperial Majesty the Emperor is none other than the Emperor!
Lord Demon is an Archdemon, but since it doesn't feel very tangible, he seems a bit lacking compared to His Imperial Majesty the Emperor.
Could you say Lord Demon falls a bit short of being the father of the great Her Excellency Governor-General Pastel-?
Umm.
Think, think.
After a long deliberation (one second of thinking), Pastel cheered again.
"Long live His Imperial Majesty the Emperor!"
She spun around and cheered.
"Long, long live!"
The Emperor looked intrigued.
"Doing this with the appearance of a young Blossom... is this its own kind of...? Is this why Demonius is cooperating?"
Long, long live!
Suddenly, a commotion was heard at the door of the hospital room. The door opened, and the Demon, holding a completely cooled apple pie, pushed past a knight and entered.
"What are you doing, blocking the entrance."
Red eyes glared at the Emperor in annoyance.
At that voice, Pastel snapped out of her pink-pink power delusions and came to her senses.
His Imperial Majesty the Emperor had blocked Lord Demon's entry?
Oing.
No wonder Lord Demon came so late.
"Hmm?"
The Emperor looked puzzled and glanced at the knight.
"I didn't mean to block even Demonius?"
The knight bowed at the waist and apologized. The Emperor smiled, accepted the apology, and turned back to the Demon.
"Sorry, there was a mix-up."
Aha!
There was a mix-up!
As a person in power, Pastel could actively sympathize.
That could totally happen!
But it seemed Lord Demon did not.
Annoyance filled the Red Eyes.
"You had the head maid block my entry and left the kid to eat alone."
His gaze swept across the hospital room. A lavish table and delicious dishes filled the Hospital Room. The smell of food permeated the air.
"What is the meaning of this? What is this commotion in a space where a kid who fainted is supposed to rest. Do you not know that a resting space and a dining space should be separated?"
His voice was on edge after being blocked by the Head Maid and then even the Knight.
"The Head Maid did that too?"
The Emperor looked troubled and only smiled. He hadn't done anything wrong himself, but since he bore responsibility for his subordinate's mistake, he seemed at a loss for words.
As a Person in Power, Pastel felt more sympathy for His Imperial Majesty the Emperor than for Lord Demon.
"Lord Demon!"
She aimed a pointing a finger at Lord Demon.
The girl put on a stern expression.
"What kind of absurd remark is that to the great His Imperial Majesty the Emperor! Apologize at once!"
"What?"
The Demon was bewildered.
The girl's expression became even sterner. She placed her hands on her hips and raised her head high.
"His Imperial Majesty the Emperor recognized a hungry loyal subject and prepared this for me! Thanks to him, Pastel's belly is this full!"
She patted her bulging belly.
Truly full.
"Hah?"
The Demon was dumbfounded.
Then he looked down at the apple pie he had made himself. The pie, which had gone completely cold due to the knight's restricted access, no longer gave off warm steam. The smell of food filling the Hospital Room masked the scent of the pie.
"I don't need that either! I just stuffed my belly full of none other than Melissa's apples!"
Dessert yum-yum!
"Besides, besides!"
Pastel's cheeks flushed in the joyful situation.
"From today on, I am the great Governor-General Pastel! Lord Demon, you should also call me the great Her Excellency Governor-General Pastel from now on!"
Oh yeah~!
"Long live the great His Imperial Majesty the Emperor!"
The Loyal Subject Pastel cheered while hopping around.
I was born to be loyal to His Imperial Majesty the Emperor!
"Long, long live!"
"Haa."
The Demon pressed his trembling hand against his forehead.
"Young Craft."
The Red Eyes squeezed shut.
"Prepare to be scolded when we get back."
It was a somewhat angry voice.
Gasp.
Pastel, who had been eagerly enjoying her insubordination, froze right on the spot.
Frozen solid...
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A conversation between the Archdemon and the Emperor followed.
Pastel was kicked out because it was a conversation between adults, so she didn't hear what was discussed.
Instead, she slept soundly in her hospital bed with a full belly, woke up briefly to munch on a handful of grapes, and went back to sleeping soundly.
Then, she was able to open her eyes with a refreshed mind along with the morning sunlight.
"Gasp, morning."
She wiped the drool from her mouth and sat up. She looked around the empty Hospital Room and instead of a person waved at her sun friend in the window.
"Good morning, Sun Friend! I want to call you Mr. Sun, but I'm sorry because it doesn't suit Governor-General Pastel!"
Ahem.
I should use a dignified tone from now on.
"Ahem, ahem!"
She cleared her throat.
She waved her hand and spoke elegantly.
"Is anyone the-re!"
The great Governor-General Pastel is hungry!
"Is anyone the-re!"
Pastel paused while trying to shout.
Is anyone the-re.
Is anyone meow-meow.
Nyang-nyang.
Her Excellency Governor-General Pastel is a kitty.
Gasp.
Not a dignified tone!
Shock.
Pastel clutched her head.
"What is a dignified tone?!"
Is this the lack of tradition that an acquired person in power has to suffer from inherently?
"Uwaaah!"
I want to be a natural-born person in power too!
"Give me the supreme bloodline too-!"
The Hospital Room door opened, and a lady-in-waiting entered.
"Did you call."
A polite nod.
"Uek."
Pastel felt a little embarrassed.
She must have heard everything.
Her cheeks flushed.
She rubbed her slightly heated cheeks.
So, so.
"I want to eat grapes."
Hehe.
"Yes."
The lady-in-waiting bowed her head and left.
"Ahaha."
Pastel laughed to herself in embarrassment and looked back at the window. The sunlight was blazing, Mr. Sun was sparkling.
"Good morning, Mr. Sun!"
Wow! Saying Mr. Sun really makes it feel like morning! As expected, a person should be honest with their heart!
"Good! Good!"
A truly good morning!
Pastel rubbed her hands together. She glanced around the Hospital Room and pulled out the note she had hidden in her clothes.
A competent person in power handles important business in the good morning when their mind is clearest.
Pastel is a competent person in power, so she handles business in the morning.
When she unfolded the note, an ominous phrase caught her eye.
―We welcome the joining of the Empire's greatest House of Schemes.
Gasp.
Too ominous!
An ominousness that a Loyal Subject can never forgive!
Pastel's hands trembled.
How could an ominous welcome message from the noble faction come to a Loyal Subject of the great His Imperial Majesty the Emperor?
Just how did they misunderstand me!
It's so unfair!
To correct this injustice, a frontal breakthrough is the only way.
She put strength into her eyes and glared at the hideout address written next to the phrase.
"Corrupt Noble Faction, I don't know how much you looked down on this Loyal Subject Pastel, but things won't go the way you think!"
As you wished, the Empire's greatest schemer will deal with you!
She put strength into her mind to create a wicked scheme.
Haaap!
super-high-speed brain rotation...!
Hold on a second here.
Super-high-speed Brain Rotation is a technique Pastel just invented to prove her loyalty.
It has the characteristic of being powered by her loyalty toward the great His Imperial Majesty the Emperor, so she can achieve an incredible effect proportional to that loyalty.
If it activates properly, Pastel will finally become the strongest schemer on the ground!
Gasp, a terror that would make cows cry and ducks splash.
How terrifying.
The door was knocked. The Lady-in-waiting quietly entered, placed a plate of grapes down, and left.
"Ah! Grapes!"
Pastel ate the grapes first.
Magic Stone Powder tap-tap, yum-yum.
The plump flesh burst as she chewed.
"Wow! It's delicious! The Imperial Palace is the best! Fruits are awesome!"
For Her Excellency Pastel, who had to live on the Sky Island where it was ambiguous to call things fresh due to transport conditions, this was a whole new world!
Pastel's expression suddenly turned serious.
Now that she had the authority to wield the Demon World Corporation, couldn't she use the distribution network to have fresh fruits delivered to the Student Council Room?
Worry-worry.
"I think I can?"
Then, can I lie on a comfortable sofa and go yum-yum on fruits?
Soft sofa.
Fruits yum-yum~!
An unbelievable sense of happiness.
Her arms shot up on their own.
"Long live the great His Imperial Majesty the Emperor!"
It was praise coming from the bottom of her heart.
"Long live! Long, long live!"
Pastel ran around the Hospital Room. She ran around frantically until she was out of breath, then remembered the fact that her body had transcended humanity and didn't need to breathe, so she just ran around frantically.
"Long live! Long live!"
But I feel like I forgot something.
What could it be.
As she ran around thinking, she spotted the note she had carelessly tossed on the bed and realized.
"Ah, right! I need to come up with a scheme!"
She stopped Running and picked up the note.
She peered at the ominous phrase.
―We welcome the Joining of the Empire's greatest Scheming Family.
So, so.
Scheme-scheme.
Steam-steam.
Warm and Cozy.
Chewy-chewy marshmallow.
It's delicious if you roast it over a bonfire.
Marshmallow?
Aha!
Pink Eyes sparkled.
I should visit the Hideout and clarify that it's a misunderstanding!
And then I'll hurry back and ask Lord Demon to make me marshmallows!
Yeah, yeah!