I Guess I'm Not Cut Out to Be a Noble

Bedroom.

The Demon held Pastel's portrait and inspected various spots on the wall. He would hold it up against one side as if to hang it, then pull it away with a displeased expression and try it somewhere else.

"So I held Alcier's hand tightly and comforted her. 'You don't have to go if it's too hard. Let's drink cocoa here together.'"

Pastel, dressed in pajamas, trailed beside the Demon. The fur pom-pom on the nightcap she had bought while clothes shopping with the Demon during their visit to the Capital dangled back and forth.

"Then Melissa appeared and spoke with such a firm attitude. 'No! You must go! It's, how should I say it, um, a duty of nobles!' Oh my goodness. Gasp! Shock!"

Pastel covered her mouth, putting on a surprised expression.

Whether she did or not, the Demon pushed the table clock aside and held the portrait against the wall.

"Do you know how surprised I was? Thiiis much!"

Pastel spread her arms wide.

"It was like the shock of a lightning bolt falling from the sky and striking a mouse!"...