Chapter 72
Pastel went puu puu~!
She felt completely puu puu wronged.
It means she felt as wronged as a kettle going puu puu~! and clattering.
After rescuing Ellie and Dustin who had been paralyzed for a long time enveloped in gas, and trying to explain to Melissa who looked at her with a gaze for Crafts, cleaning up things she didn't even do, she ended up thinking:
Was I too naive?
Was just expressing sincere feelings and honest thoughts not enough for fantasy friendship relationships?
So Pastel Love Love who didn't follow social etiquette ended up receiving various unfair misunderstandings and even having to explain!
Huk, it seems right.
This is a dangerous world where swords and knives sparkle sparkle after all!
Even in friendships, there must be basic wariness!
But I didn't know that and suddenly tried hugging many friends.
When someone who might be hiding a dagger in their chest rushes over and hugs, they can't help but be wary first.
Then suspicious circumstances coincidentally pile up and even the newspaper club's article is reported, so their wariness exploded!
Pastel realized.
I behaved wrongly!
Come to think of it, this is noble society!
I might have needed to make friends with some dignity, if not as much as Melissa!
Instead of grabbing classmates I meet while walking on campus and declaring "You're my friend from today!", I should have made appointments for tea time then become friends while chatting haha hoho!
Huk.
Imagining it, it's completely noble.
Pastel in thin pajamas covered her mouth with one hand.
Then she laughed like a noble.
"Haha! Hoho!"
The demon who was examining the magic stone in the bedside mood lamp turned around. He stared at the girl with red eyes then pondered and continued what he was doing.
I feel a mindset that I should be careful since the child is sensitive.
Pastel felt needlessly guilty.
"I'm not in puberty!"
『I didn't say anything.』
The demon took out the magic stone from the mood lamp and replaced it with a new one. The dim lighting brightened.
『However, it's good to be aware of your own state. Don't get swept up every time like during battles. Come to think of it, was that Craft acting on the demon race airship also being swept up by hormones?』
The demon rubbed his chin.
『Hmm, not good. It will have a bad influence on your personality if repeated often. Have there been any changes in your mind recently?』
Uwaa.
Completely treated like puberty.
Pastel covered both ears and pretended not to hear.
"Haha hoho!"
Noble Pastel doesn't listen to demon's whispers!
The demon seemed to realize he meddled needlessly again and became awkward. He threw and caught the depleted magic stone then turned his body.
『Sleep well, young Craft.』
Pastel stuck out her pink tongue slightly.
"Bleh."
『My goodness.』
The demon snickered and headed for the doorway.
As he was about to open the door and leave, Pastel quickly shouted.
"Sleep well too, demon!"
Bye bye.
The demon looked back, smiled and left. Though sealed in the magic sword he couldn't go too far from Pastel, he could stay in the adjacent servant waiting room.
Silence came.
Pastel stared at the bedroom door then smoothly slipped out of bed. Then she raised her arms with a bright face.
Waa!
"Freedom released from guardian!"
I'll play until dawn!
She danced taking light steps.
Duru dudu~!
"The freest time has come~!"
She approached the bookshelf on the wall and pulled out a thick book. A cookie bundle hidden behind the book was revealed.
"The dawn when I'm freer than warm bath time is called~"
Though it's not dawn yet!
She grabbed the cookie bundle and dived onto the bed. The bed rippled and pink hair spread out in all directions.
Pastel hummed and rolled around on the bed. When she reached the edge, she poked out just her upper body and looked under the bed. Orange juice in a glass bottle and a pepper shaker filled with magic stone powder were visible.
"Puu puu puu!"
Demon's cleaning schedule, completely figured out!
Hiding snacks is easy for genius spy Pastel!
She arranged pillows as a backrest and sat almost lying down on the bed.
She opened the cookie bundle and snickered while holding the pepper shaker.
Snack experience one millionth, now I know how to eat well.
Namely, put the food in a bundle then sprinkle magic stone powder and shake to eat.
This way I don't need to sprinkle each time I eat!
Could I be a genius?
She sprinkled magic stone powder while marveling at herself.
Sprinkle sprinkle.
Black powder fell a little then stopped.
Oing.
Pastel shook the pepper shaker more, but when nothing came out she tapped it tap tap. A little more powder came out then stopped.
Pink eyes went round.
No way.
When she opened the container, the magic stone powder was all gone.
"Huuk!"
Shock.
Pastel's hands trembled.
Shooock.
The pitiful state of not being able to eat even rice without magic stones flashed in her mind.
The memory of coughing up blood after eating anything randomly sparkled.
"How could this be...!"
Pastel cried out.
Despair!
Despaaair!
A miserable life unable to eat desired snacks!
A cold world where even hunger is ignored!
She twisted her body in despair then paused. Pastel looked at the mood lamp on the bedside table.
Oiing.
She rolled her eyes then subtly grabbed the mood lamp.
She examined the mood lamp with an expert's face. It was a gaze like an expert who had researched only mood lamps for nearly a million years.
Then Pastel discovered an amazing fact.
"Huk! How could this be! The magic stone energy is already all gone even though I only turned it on briefly! The magic stone must have been defective! I must replace it quickly!"
She manipulated the mood lamp while licking her lips.
Click click.
The lamp rotated and slowly came out of the pillar. Perhaps because it was a small magic circle structure, there were also unknown gears inside so it was tighter than expected.
Clank clank.
Pastel who was frustrated applied a little more force.
Clank cla- crack!
Eh.
Pastel looked at the broken pillar and pulled out lamp with superhuman strength.
Oiing.
Was this originally like this~
The magic stone fell from the lamp. A dull sound rang out.
No matter how you look at it, it wasn't normal disassembly.
Pastel felt cold sweat. She looked at the quiet bedroom door. Then she looked at the mood lamp remains again.
She swallowed dryly gulp.
She carefully grabbed the broken wooden pillar and pulled out lamp. She made them into their original shape and rubbed them together.
Rub rub.
She stuck them together then removed her hands.
The mood lamp stood straight maintaining its original shape.
Pastel's face brightened.
"Perfect-!"
At that moment the lamp part fell off the wooden pillar. The lamp rolled on the table and stopped.
Pastel froze with the expression of brightly shouting. In that state she just turned her head to look at the bedroom door.
Then she looked down at the mood lamp (not) remains.
The girl's hands trembled. She slowly grabbed the blanket. The blanket was pulled and covered the entire table. The remains were completely hidden.
Pastel's expression became somewhat better.
She turned her body. The cookie bundle and orange juice on the bed caught her eye.
The girl slowly became shocked.
"Who put snacks in the sacred bedroom?!"
She pointed and jumped up.
"Bad behavior! Completely bad behavior! Behavior good Pastel would absolutely never do!"
Really really!
After a while she quickly hid the snacks. Putting them behind books and under the bed.
The bedroom became neat in no time.
"Phew!"
Pastel wiped her forehead with the expression of a demon who finished cleaning.
"Come to think of it, demon told me to sleep. I should sleep quickly."
She lay down on the bed without looking at the blanket and table.
"Sleep well, demon."
Nod nod.
She tightly hugged a spare pillow.
Snooze snooze.
Zzz.
The journey to dreamland is beautiful and...
The girl fell asleep.
The next day came.
『What's this?』
The demon came to the bedroom, and the girl who broke the extremely expensive mood lamp placed in Marquis Your Excellency's dormitory was scolded.
"Uwang!"
Pastel cried sob sob.
She pointed at the mood lamp remains with her finger.
"It, it broke on its own...!"
Really!
"Uwang!"
#
The eldest son of the Bellamont ducal family and the demon race mercenary captain Tmaout who planned terrorism at the cult's instigation were currently in crisis.
No, the word crisis alone is insufficient to explain the current situation.
Tmaout's life was hanging by a thread.
"I curse you, Craft! I'll curse you even after falling to the afterlife!"
Tmaout's body was tightly bound with chains along with a huge iron container. That alone was a deadly crisis, but the iron container was now gently placed on a cliff at the edge of Sky Island.
If the balance is disturbed even a little, the iron container will tilt and fall down there.
So even while shouting, Tmaout had to focus all his attention on maintaining weight balance.
With a bloodshot face, he raised his upper body and pulled the chains wrapping his body. He balanced as much as possible to prevent the iron container from falling.
"Craft...!"
A short distance away, Sky Island Knight Order members watched Tmaout and the huge iron container.
"Stubborn bastard. He won't tell us what's inside until the end."
"But we found out there was cult instigation through the other guys. If indiscriminate terrorism was planned by the cult, could it be some kind of poison gas?"
"Well I guess. It's frustrating but we should give up. We interrogated until today, the day of the tournament, even though Marquis Craft told us to throw it away immediately."
The superior gestured.
A Knight Order member approached the iron container.
Tmaout's eyes bulged.
"I'll curse you! Even after falling to the afterlife! I'll curse you with everything I have!"
"What afterlife. God said there's no afterlife. Like an inferior heretic."
The Knight Order member raised his foot.
"Now go!"
His kick struck the iron container. A dull roar rang out. Part of the cliff crumbled and the iron container fell.
Tmaout screamed.
"Craft...!"
Sky Island rapidly receded from view. The vast blue sky spread out.
Tmaout frantically looked around.
When are they going to save me!
They didn't abandon me, did they?!
The iron container rotated and Tmaout bound in chains spun along with it. An airship waiting below came into view.
Professor Carlo with a sturdy physique looked up at the falling iron container from the deck. The iron container was about to collide.
Professor Carlo placed his hand on the falling iron container. Suddenly nature's principles obeyed and the world harmonized.
The impact was offset and a storm raged. Cracks formed on the airship deck.
The professor frowned then placed the iron container on the deck. A roar rang out.
In the process, as the chains tightened, Tmaout coughed up blood.
"Put me down gently!"
"Was the torture too severe. It seems impossible to carry out terrorism today."
Hands loosened the chains.
Tmaout staggered to his feet. He shook his head.
"I can do it! It's what I've wished for my whole life! Give me the cult's drugs! I don't care about side effects, give me the most effective one!"
Professor Carlo raised an eyebrow. Then he put his hand in his pocket and took out a magic stone stimulant.
"They say it's a new drug. You'll die within today if you take it."
The stimulant was thrown.
Tmaout caught it and laughed.
"Good! Great! I can get revenge on the arrogant Craft!"
"Craft, huh."
Professor Carlo looked up at the sky with a strange expression. The huge Sky Island was floating.
"A bloodline with many sins."